Conceited
| [member="Lord Daemos"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] |
En route to Daemos's estate
Betrayal could come in many forms and each could be as subtle and destructive as the next. Some were huge in terms of emotional and personal value, whilst others were of little consequence in the grand scheme of things. The Sith Lord that was making her way to a man who she had fought once during a Mandalorian invasion of a now crippled and destroyed Sith world, whilst having bartered with for lost knowledge, was a man called Daemos, self proclaimed Lord, known to some as Northstar or Damien. That didn't matter to Darth Ayra. What did matter was his connection to a set of events that had led her to a self imposed exile on Sojourn. But that exile was over now and someone had to pay for it.
She couldn't think of anyone better than Daemos. It wasn't difficult to figure out how Rave Merrill had learned so much about her in the intervening months since their duel, which had nearly claimed both Sith Lord and Nightsisters lives. A rare few had been privy to the information that Merrill had procured. The Force-sensitives that Ayra had taken as students had been measured and not found wanting in the betrayal that had taken place. Pandeima was certainly not the culprit responsible, in both her mouth and the little vixen that she kept as a wife, whose leash had been properly secured; and the various business associates and friends she had made as Alicia Drey did not know much. She had considered [member="Christian Slade"], but the Kingpin of Coruscant Undercity had no reason to betray her; and [member="Darth Voracitos"] had simply disappeared. There was the One Sith, but she was one of them or so they thought; and the facade that she had presented to both them, their Sith Lords and the Dark Lord of the Sith that had recruited her was solid and infallible.
That only left Daemos. Questions needed answering. Blood thirst needed to be quenched. A hooded figure came to a stop outside the estate building with Lightsaber in hand. Yellow, predatory eyes were set upon the architecture and walls, if there were any.
Darth Ayra had returned and she came with a fire.
En route to Daemos's estate
Betrayal could come in many forms and each could be as subtle and destructive as the next. Some were huge in terms of emotional and personal value, whilst others were of little consequence in the grand scheme of things. The Sith Lord that was making her way to a man who she had fought once during a Mandalorian invasion of a now crippled and destroyed Sith world, whilst having bartered with for lost knowledge, was a man called Daemos, self proclaimed Lord, known to some as Northstar or Damien. That didn't matter to Darth Ayra. What did matter was his connection to a set of events that had led her to a self imposed exile on Sojourn. But that exile was over now and someone had to pay for it.
She couldn't think of anyone better than Daemos. It wasn't difficult to figure out how Rave Merrill had learned so much about her in the intervening months since their duel, which had nearly claimed both Sith Lord and Nightsisters lives. A rare few had been privy to the information that Merrill had procured. The Force-sensitives that Ayra had taken as students had been measured and not found wanting in the betrayal that had taken place. Pandeima was certainly not the culprit responsible, in both her mouth and the little vixen that she kept as a wife, whose leash had been properly secured; and the various business associates and friends she had made as Alicia Drey did not know much. She had considered [member="Christian Slade"], but the Kingpin of Coruscant Undercity had no reason to betray her; and [member="Darth Voracitos"] had simply disappeared. There was the One Sith, but she was one of them or so they thought; and the facade that she had presented to both them, their Sith Lords and the Dark Lord of the Sith that had recruited her was solid and infallible.
That only left Daemos. Questions needed answering. Blood thirst needed to be quenched. A hooded figure came to a stop outside the estate building with Lightsaber in hand. Yellow, predatory eyes were set upon the architecture and walls, if there were any.
Darth Ayra had returned and she came with a fire.