Private Bats, Rats, and Other Ilk (Real Spooky Hours on Coruscant)

[Persephone Ambrosia]

It hadn't been a full two months yet since Coruscant had come under attack in a sudden reemergence of the Sith. As with any and every war before it, Persephone and her people observed quietly. Fighting where they needed to, and helping where they needed to. However, their interests were as usual, dark. Many, many people would go missing during that battle, and right after it. Abducted and farmed for their blood. Nothing personal, it was simply what it was; they needed proper nutrition, and blood was the ultimate source of it for them. Therefore, as the war raged, many would go missing; and now months later, many remained that way.

The issue arose from Persephone's most recent blunder. She assaulted a Jedi Master, in public... Luckily, no one had really seen this other than the Jedi, who hadn't come after her yet, but... Well, they had a knack for uprooting the darkness. Even though she wasn't Sith, there was no doubt in her mind the Jedi would wish to destroy her. Hence why she had already been plotting on destroying the Jedi first... FIRST, she needed to find something important. Jedi were selfless, and would often walk knowingly into traps if it meant saving innocent lives.

Overall, it was a karking annoying situation. Though it had been on the back of her mind, nothing had come of it yet... And arrogance had long settled into her personality. She wouldn't pursue the other. If they came, they came. If not, all the better.

Sitting in her lair, she sat in her throne, bare feet resting atop the huge skull of a long dead Nexu. Something she had hunted a long time ago. The entire preserved corpse fitting perfectly under the huge throne of a chair. The room she was in was wide, accommodating the several guests she had tonight. Different Covens, and Clans; all gathering to be amonst themselves, whispering their plots into each others ears, regarding power, lust, and betrayal. The lattermost being the main thing Persephone was keenly aware of. She knew most hated her for executing her fair share of their kind, but it was very simple...

Don't be traitorous karks, and I don't collect your karking head... How hard could that concept be to grasp? How hard?

Her Ice-Blue hues snapped to the right at movement, one of her Lieutenants coming to report something into her ear.

She would nod twice to whatever was side, then wave a right hand at him in dismissal.

"I will not accept failure in the matter, Volk..."

She said after him, to which he would turn and bow slightly. Essentially, suggesting he would complete whatever task was discussed, or stay wherever he was when he failed it. She was creative enough to make exile a better option than punishment... With that, the dark-skinned man would turn and head outside, making his way to the space port where two individuals had just arrived on Coruscant that the Elder wished to speak to.

New, Fresh Blood had entered her domain, and it was very important to her that she engaged them first. Lest her enemies snuck in and scooped them up.
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At the Space-Dock, there would be a street performer, juggling for the crowd, collecting credits for his dangerous antics. Juggling Vibro-Blades even. However, when he had spotted Alina Tremiru or Dimitri Voltura he would stare oddly, as if he was confused at their presence, mentally alerting his better to their presence, who had in turn just alerted
Persephone to the presence of two new faces. Had they come to hunt? Had they come in search of homes, or answers for their condition? No one knew, and the performer would kindly suggest they stay near the port until they were personally escorted to a fitting area. Though they could do as they wished.

Should they wait for just ten minutes or so, Volk would arrive a large, imposing Black Man, with a voice so baritone it almost makes ones bones vibrate a bit.

"Honorable Guests, Lady Ambrosia humbly greets you; and wishes to speak to you both... Immediately. If you would please..."

He said, turning to his side and giving the pair a wide berth. If they began to move, he would lead them back to the Covens lair, but not before asking their names, and where they were from.

"She will ask for your names, and want to know from where you hail..."

He clearly had something to add to that, and would wait a moment before stating it.

"I highly suggest you know your Elder's name, if they aren't with us its okay. Does the name Malvus mean anything to either of you?"

He asked, turning just before getting inside and folding his arms over his broad chest, blue eyes scanning the pair with curiosity. It shouldn't have been hard to guess, but he was in charge of security around here.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Coruscant was a world she never dreamed of stepping on. Well, no. When she was a younger, power drunk Sith she dreamed of stepping on this world with her own armies, defeating the Jedi and claiming this as but another seat of power in her growing empire. Lofty ideals that she'd soon come to regret and wish she'd never dreamed of them prior. Now? War had come here. War between Sith she knew and Jedi she knew. Curiosity brought her here. Curiosity and the desire to help, even if it was too little too late.

What she came upon wasn't anything she expected. The Force had always been silent for her. An absentee father never warning her of danger or pulling her attention to things she wouldn't notice otherwise. It was one of the few things that made her jealous of her Sith peers and their connection. Yet she felt something. Something familiar. Something hungry. The thirst had connected her more to the Force than she ever thought possible. It was the greatest gift her transformation gave. So be it that she'd never age again. So be it that the scars that made her her were long since healed and gone.

Even if it was a minor thing, she'd gotten closer to understanding what it was to be connected to the Force. Now? Her gaze immediately pulled to the street performer. He smelled of blood. Not just his own. And he seemed to have noticed her. Another arrived. She'd gone out of her way to hide her.. Abnormalness. Sunglasses covered her glowing eyes, and she wore the most common of street clothes.

Jeans and a white T.

Yet they knew what she was. Like them. Her eyes narrowed at the larger figure as he stepped over, addressing her as if he knew she was coming. Did they? Or was it just the street performer that tipped them? Regardless, curiosity brought her here. And now, she had something else she was far more curious about.

"I know nothing of a Malvus, nor do I know of any elder. Who are you."

Dimitri Voltura | Persephone Ambrosia

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

TAG: Persephone Ambrosia | Alina Tremiru

Oo~FEAR INOCULUM~oO​

He never left.

After they had razed the Jedi Temple and demolished half of Coruscant, the Dragon had remained. The predator had waited. Had watched. The Jedi had split from the Senate and had fled to Jedha. Not that it had done them much good, as that had planet had been razed as well.

There was no stopping the endless hunger of the Darkness.

Dimitri had concluded his operation on the Ecumenopolis and had been about to return to Exegol when he felt it once again - a Presence that had lurked throughout all the turmoil within the city.

Before entering the Port, he turned to look at the street. He did not wish to linger in the open too long due to the fact that most would surely attempt to kill him after he brought down the Temple on a lot of Jedi. Acts like that did not have a tendency to grant one good fortune - something that had driven him into seclusion on Naboo for a few decades. Had he not faced what would turn out to be Death kin, Halketh , he would most certainly still be holed up in turmoil.

In his case, war was peace.

The performer in the street had a Presence about him that held the Dragon's interest. Another, a girl, approached the jester as well before the man bid them to linger. The Ancient stood patiently. He had long since learnt to not simply brush something off as suspect just because of perception.

The strange duo did not have to tarry long before an ebony warrior approached them.

"Honorable Guests, Lady Ambrosia humbly greets you; and wishes to speak to you both... Immediately. If you would please..."

Dimitri inclined his head. He had heard whispers of the Lady during his Dark ventures within the city.
"Lead the way, Kindred." he said calmly.

"She will ask for your names, and want to know from where you hail..."

He clearly had something to add to that, and would wait a moment before stating it.

"I highly suggest you know your Elder's name, if they aren't with us its okay. Does the name Malvus mean anything to either of you?"

"If the Lady is as resourceful as I have heard, she would know them already. As for an Elder, I have none. I am what I am out of the Force, not of mortals." he said. "I have walked this Galaxy for a very long time. The name Malvus has never crossed my path."

There had been numerous names that had come close over the centuries. But none that rung true to him now. He did hope, for what ever Coven they were most probably being led to, that this meeting would be worth tallying for. War waited for no man, regardless of his power and rank.

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

Damn new bloods, always thinking they knew more than they did. Volk would look from one to the other as they spoke.

"I know nothing of a Malvus, nor do I know of any elder. Who are you."

Volk's eyes searched the others form, as if he sensed deceit, but wouldn't press that any further. Before answering however, his eyes traveled to rest on the other. She knew nothing of an Elder? Well, they say the best learning experiences were done in person... He wouldn't talk the woman up, she could do that and more herself.

"If the Lady is as resourceful as I have heard, she would know them already. As for an Elder, I have none. I am what I am out of the Force, not of mortals." he said. "I have walked this Galaxy for a very long time. The name Malvus has never crossed my path."

Volk nodded then, inhaling and responding in his super deep baritone. Firecrackers these two. He would need to watch them, carefully...

"A dead man, one whom our lady ordered exterminated. Him and all his line... My name is Volk... Just Volk. I am in charge of our ladies security... Among other duties... Come."

He said, turning and moving with gusto now. Heavy footfalls leading them into near absolute blackness before light became visible at the end of their path. Once out the hallway, it opened up into a large auditorium. Light conversation, and whispers audible right up until the moment the pair entered. Volk stomped boldly into the middle of the room. Around them, roughly thirty or so of their kind (or very close species) either lounged on chairs, hung on rafters, or did other unmentionable things as if they weren't in full view of strangers.

Mostly though, it was all eyes on Dimitri Voltura and Alina Tremiru . There were already decisions, bets, and dibs being placed on the pair. New blood was always something to play with.

Ahead of them, sitting on her throne was a lithe, barefooted woman. Idly playing with Ivory white strands of wispy hair. Curling it on her blood red nails, and letting it fall back to her body.

Volk broke the sudden silence.

"My Lady, the pair from the ports... This one arrived today."

He turned and raised a open palm towards Alina.

"As for this one, I am not sure..."

He elected not to point to the man, aware Persephone would no doubt know who he was referring to. Once he stated this, he would walk away, moving to a chair, and having a space opened up for him by the Kindred that sat there already; with that, all attention in the room had focused on the pair.

Leaving them with the woman on the throne, idly gazing in their direction.

'The Woman says she knows nothing of an Elder, and yet neither claim to be descended from your enemies... The Man, seems... Knowledgeable. No coincidence we could not find him, though we knew he stalked our streets. I'd wager older than me, eight hundred? Seven Hundred?'

'Seven Hundred... He looks twenty to me....'

'Taris, you tramp...'

'Don't blame me for testing out the new meat first...'

'Have either of you considered he may not need a woman's touch?'

'You're all disgusting, I don't like the looks of either of them. Why should we welcome them here... You said yourself the Man has been hiding. How do we know they aren't spies? They should be tested.'

'Or killed...'

'At least let us play with the man before y-'

Persephone loosed a sigh, loudly... With that, the mental dialogue between the Coven quieted immediately. Though, painted on all of their faces was a clear sign of some inside joke.

"Welcome... I am called Persephone. I am the Elder of this Coven. And all of these in some form, are my children... "

She would gesture to those around them.

"Come forward.. Let us have your names, and ages..."

Persephone said, beckoning them with an open palm. Feet still resting comfortably atop the skull of the long dead Nexu. Icy-Blue hues baring down on the pair while her Coven's words still weighed on her mind... If they were spies, or meant her or her Coven harm, there was indeed a very direct way to get to the bottom of it.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina was silent. Another had joined. Dimitri Voltura. Was he.. Familiar? It was hard to say, but if he didn't recognize her, she certainly wasn't going to try and see if they did at least know of each other. Her past was one of Sith. And the last thing she wanted was digging up those old wounds. Asides, this Volk figure was.. Interesting. A coven. Multiple Sangnir all in one place.

She didn't know how to feel about this. They were her people, right?

Or at least, she was one of them.

"Alina. Twenty three."

Persephone Ambrosia

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

TAG: Persephone Ambrosia | Alina Tremiru

Oo~SCHISM~oO​

"A dead man, one whom our lady ordered exterminated. Him and all his line... My name is Volk... Just Volk. I am in charge of our ladies security... Among other duties... Come."

Ah, of course.

Blood zealots. So unrefined. So uncivilised. Feral even. A taint on his ancient and noble species, giving them all a bad reputation and not a feared one. But the Dragon nodded and followed the ebony man.

Stepping into the lair, the ancient warrior was proven right as numerous eyes fell upon him and the girl next to him. She seemed slightly familiar, although he could not tell exactly from where in his numerous deployments to war. It might be beneficial to have another survivor of the bloodshed in here if things turned sour. Not that he necessarily needed it, but it couldn't hurt.

Dimitri waited in silence, his face carved from stone as Volk presented them to what would seem to be the Lady of the Coven while numerous eyes still regarded him. The Sith Lord almost willed them to make a move. How little the creatures of the night seemed to know.

"Welcome... I am called Persephone. I am the Elder of this Coven. And all of these in some form, are my children... "
She would gesture to those around them.
"Come forward.. Let us have your names, and ages..."

Persephone......Dimitri could not recall that someone with such a name has ever crossed his path, yet there was an age to her. Interesting.
The girl next to the Dragon stepped forward first.

"Alina. Twenty three."

Good Bogan, she was a child. One so young already exposed to the horrors that are the Sangnir. It was a shame.

Finally, the Dragon turned his dark gaze back to the woman on the throne.
"I go by many names, dear Lady. For now, I shall go by Lord Hydrus. As for my age, it matters little. I stopped counting the centuries when I reached a Millennium." he said calmly.

The Hydra had no fear for the sheep of the Galaxy, after all.

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

She was be silent as the pair spoke, watching them both with curiosity. Trying to decide who, and what they were. Outsiders, for sure. Though, the man was indeed learnt. Confident, even. He wasn't surprised to see this. He wasn't shy in speaking either. What a jump from one to the other. And yet they had both found their ways here all the same.

"I go by many names, dear Lady. For now, I shall go by Lord Hydrus. As for my age, it matters little. I stopped counting the centuries when I reached a Millennium." he said calmly.

"Oh, a man of class, and substance. I'm tickled..."

She offered a warm smile at his words, eyes trailing over to Alina then.

"Alina. Twenty three."

Was that it? So, she was truly embraced and left to fend for herself. Persephone couldn't help but wonder if she could convince the other to join them, but wouldn't push it. Right now, she felt it necessary to be hospitable, and would simply take their introductions at face value.

"Alina, and Lord Hydrus, I'm overjoyed to have you both among us. I will start by letting you know that within Coven grounds things are a little different. I trust this is nothing I have to explain to you... Lord Hydrus, so... Alina. Consider the following for you. We must maintain a certain sense of normalcy within our environment to ensure our continued, and anonymous survival. Each of us is entitled to one hunt a week... You are to leave no corpses in our domain, and immediately alert one of our family if you should; however, there will be recourse for such a blunder...

We were recently at war after all, Sith Lords and the like..."

She pointedly observed Dimitri Voltura again after she said that, eyes narrowing on his form briefly before snapping back on Alina.

"I'm sure if we all work together, we can all enjoy the bounties Coruscant offers."

Persephone gently raised both hands, the bangles on her wrists jingling and clinking lightly as she would clap twice, loudly. A few beats would pass, and two young men would enter. Humans by their look and smell, but oddly enough not surprised. Not alarmed. Entranced to the point of pure submission, they would do whatever the Coven told them.

"Can I interest either of you in a drink, these two are some of our finest donors."

Persephone offered, beckoning the (human) pair with a curled finger. Directing them to move near Dimitri and Alina. If someone dropped a pin, it would've been heard; as everyone seemed interested in watching the other feed. There was something carnal, and telling about how one of their kind fed on a human. Everyone wanted to see such an exhibition. Including Persephone.

"Volk, are the next two ready?"

"A day or so, my lady. Still house training."

Persephone's eyes left him, pulling her right leg over the other and relaxing back into her chair a bit.

"Ah, well in that case both of you feel free to indulge. Outside of that, I only wished to put faces to names... Hydrus, and Alina... I won't forget it. Whether you drink or not, feel free to stay, or go. I'm sure this decrepit lot intend to party well into the morning hours. Alternatively, if there's any way I can be of service, feel free to ask. There are more private areas for discussion."

The woman said, taking her bare feet from that skull, and rising to stand straight. Her tall shadow looming in a macabre fashion down the middle of the path between them.

Dimitri Voltura Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Yeah, these didn't feel like her people.

Alina watched and listened in silence, her glowing eyes never leaving Persephone Ambrosia . There was.. A showmanship here. Was that the point? A kingdom underground, and this, their queen. She had to look the part. And yet, she was only one possible threat. Dimitri Voltura. Darth Hydrus. No wonder he seemed familiar. Her lips pulled into a deep frown as she tensed. An enemy.

Or, was an enemy. Here? It was hard to say.

The Thralls pulled her attention. She recognized the look. Once, Alina tried to manipulate a court of nobles through promises of immortality. They had the same, placid expressions these did. It sickened her. Was this what she was? Ultimately she was tempted to just leave. She lived in the stars, not underground. Not hiding away scavenging the city streets of one planet. Yet..

"I have questions, on what exactly we are." She stepped forward, head high. Eyes narrowed. She needed to learn more about the Sangnir.