Chapter 1: In the beginning

[Rexus Drath]

It was for lack of a better word, a beautiful night one of the many moons of Legos. Wind rustled through the trees and soft grass lay beneath them warm and inviting by the fire that crackled in the distance a few feet away. Small Diathim children sat around it soaking in the heavily grace of their surroundings loving every moment of their young and precious lives. It was the perfect night for a story, a legend of heros and villains. A story that would stay with the children so they may one day pass it onto their children. But to tell such a story a bard would be needed, and thankfully a bard they had.

A tall slender looking angel stood three meters tall over the fire with a warm and gentle smile on her face, her expression aimed at the beauty of the children. She loved them, she loved all things but she loved the innocence and life that was a young soul that had not been corrupted by the galaxies horrors. "Miss Archive lady! Can you tell us a story!?" One of the children barked gleefully warming their hands around the fire. The tall angel smiled again and nodded. "Yes my child, I will tell you a story." The children collectively have off happy noises and the woman known as the archive chuckled softly and sat down in a meditative position, her glance peering to the children. "What story will you tell us!?" One of the children spoke again in an excited tone

Lea gave the child a gentle look then said aloud. "I will tell you all the story of Lanon the brave." The children shook their head and gave sounds of disappointment. "No please miss archive you told us that last week! We want something new! Something scary!" The woman laughed softly and shook her head. "Very well then. Then I will tell you about Azothrogal the destroyer." The kids gasped and murmured to each other in excitement and approval wanting to know more. "Yes that one!" A pudgy faced yet somehow slim bodied Diathim said with an eager tone. Lea chuckled and nodded her head. Closing her eyes she began to move her hands in different directions in almost a dancing manner. The children sat up and soon a small circle of light opened from Lea's hand to reveal an image of a shrouded man in black robes. "Once upon a time.."

 

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"There was a man named Azande. Azande was a Diathim like us, a creature of love and happiness. A being that wanted nothing more than to help and be one with the force around us." The image of the man in black robes changed to a smaller Diathim that stood maybe a meter and a half tall. He had shaggy brown hair and wore a happy expression across his face. "Azande was a small Diathim. The smallest in his family, but he made up for it with a heart that was bigger than any that had come before him." The image again shifted to a family picture of the young shaggy haired angel and a slew of other Diathim. All their faces happy and gleeful, standing in the middle was Azande short and slender but happy as could be.

"Azande was a special child, at a young age his family discovered that their youngest child was quite gifted in the ways of the force. He could sense things, he could feel the hurt in people, feel their anguish and pain. And some say that he could even heal it with his touch." The veil of pictures shifted to the young boy holding an elderly Diathim that was near death. The old man had a smile on his face as the boy held him close comforting him in his last moments. A hand pressed to his chest sending positive waves of energy through his body. "Azande loved what he did, and people took notice of that." Lea changed the image once more and the children sat there eager and happy as the story continued.

The image that showed was that of two large angelic Diathim In robes smiling down on the boy as they extended a hand outwards to him. "The boy was offered a chance to train and hone his skills as a healer so that he may better help people. Azande quickly and graciously accepted the offer. He felt like he needed to do this, like he was bound to help the lives of others. It is our way, and Azande was the shining example of what we stand for." The image reshaped itself and it was now a picture of a boy training and reading studying for many hours to build upon his skill as a healer in the force.

 

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"Azande was but a boy when he first began his training, at the age of fourteen he begun the path of light and love. He trained under the teachings of a man known as Nezarus. Nezarus was a man much like Azande, a healer and gifted user of the force. His ways were engrained in the teacher and now as he reached his older years it was his responsibility to pass on his knowledge to a student. That student being Azande and all the good he held in his heart." The image changed to a taller older Diathim that was no doubt Nezarus, hugging Azande close. "The two became best of friends as Nezarus taught the ways of the force to the young boy. And things went on like that for quite some time over the years. Nezarus being there for Azande through thick and thin teaching and installing the way of love and healing into his roots." The images flashed showing the young boy Azande slowly growing into a young man who now looked to be twenty one in age.

"Miss Archive this story is boring! Get to the good parts!" One of the small children commanded. Lea simply smiled and chuckled again shaking her head back and forth. "Be patient child, we shall arrive soon." The image reformed and Azande was now confronting his master about something. "Azande however felt that his power was being wasted on this planet. That he was needed in the galaxy to help those who needed healing. Azande wanted to leave, he wanted to be out in the galaxy. Nezarus however did not agree with him. He had seen the world outside. He had traveled the many moons and he knew that there would only be unimaginable pain that could never be healed waiting outside for his student. He denied him, he begged to Azande not to go. But in his youth and ignorance Azande did not listen to his master and thought it best to venture out so he may help."

Lea moved her hands and the image faded into a new one. That of Azande and his master fighting. Swapping through images of them disputing Azande flew off into the vacuum of space where he would leave this world behind. "Azande had a good heart, what he wanted to do was noble. He only wished to help those who hurt, only to heal and to love. But he was only one Diathim, and there was an entire galaxy of pain laying beyond this world. One that you all could not begin to comprehend." Lea said as the image went black filling with the void and billions of stars

 

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The image pulsated and then rippled into an image of Azande floating through the void of space, his six wings glowing brightly and shining through the vacuum of space. "Azande started off well, he had visited a few colonies of different species. He mended wounds both physically and spiritually becoming known through small sectors of space as the kindred spirit." The image changed into that of an older Azanded now in his early thirties, a small beard growing on his face that he kept neat and trim. The images flickered and it continued to show the older Azande helping people with a smile on his face, doing everything he could to help those in need. But over time the images showed the smile growing graver, more sad and tired as the problems and hurt only grew more as some time passed.

"Azande was drained, even with all his training all his prowess as a healer it was not enough to end the infinite amount of hurt that was in the galaxy. Every day that he helped someone, another two came to him with problems worse than the last. With hurt and pain far worse than the others. Inside Azande was the one who began to hurt the most. He could not help them all, he couldn't save them all and that hurt Azande more than the people who now seemed to take advantage of him." The image in Lea's hand flickered and showed a gaunt faced Azande, his beard no longer trim and neat and his face lost of it's once beautiful radiance his people were known for.

The images then soon changed to people exploiting Azande, taking things from him as he healed them. The man's face was sad, depressed and filled with self loathing. "Azande never asked for anything, not once did he ask for a credit, or anything so he could gain from it. Azande's selflessness was killing him. Slowly and surly it was killing the man as the galaxies pain seemed to all but swallow him into it's void. Of never ending pain and suffering" the children's faces grew sad, a tear fell down the cheek of a small girl as they watched this good man'a fall into pain and sadness

 

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The image in the diathim's hands shifted and turned into one of a Azande being thrown to the ground and being beaten. "The galaxy's hurt and desperation to escape it's own pain turned on Azande. It turned on the man who once believed that light and love could conquer anything, the galaxy turned on the Diathim who gave it everything he had and asked for nothing in return." The image turned Into that of a broken and beaten Diathim weeping in a curled up ball of his own pain and suffering. Azande had died on the inside, he had done everything he could and he had failed. The children sat there in silence trying not to cry, some caved and hot tears ran down their faces.

"Azande." Lea paused a tear running down her own face at the sorrow she felt for this story. Catching her breath she continued to show an image of a frail and weak Azande standing up to continue his journey. "Azande was beaten, but even then he knew he had to simply rest and then return home once he was strong enough for the trip." Lea pursed her lips and changed the image to that of Azande weakly flying through the void of space until he touched down on a deserted planet filled with ancient ruins of old.

"Azande made his way to an old world where he would rest. A place where he could finally have peace before being reunited with the love of his family and his dear teacher who was right all this time. Only now did Azande realize that after all this time, after hitting the bottom that his teacher Nezarus was right about everything." The images flicked and itv was of a weak and tired Azande laying down in a cave, huddled in a corner sobbing softly to himself. "Azande got better though right?"'one of the children asked loudly. Lea looked down and shook her head "No." She said softly, her voice coming out as if it was pained and trying to hold back tears of sorrow.

 

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"What do you mean he didn't get better?! Did he die!? What happened?!" A child asked in an innocent yet worried voice. Lea looked at the child a frown showing on her gentle and sweet face. "No, Azande did not die." She said with a distaste to what would came next. "Mavara happened." The image turned into a shroud of red mist and cackling evil laughter that poured forth from it. The children covered their ears from it's high pitched tone and eventually settled as it died down. "Mavara the force demon came to Azande one night, waking him in his rest." The Image changed into that of a misty red shroud confronting a tired and worn out Azande. The mist curled Azande's cheeks and side almost caressing him in it's gentle touch. "Did Mavara kill Azande!?" Lea shook her head at the child and kept talking, telling the story they wished to hear.

"Mavara offered something to Azande, something Azande had always wanted. Mavara offered him a solution. A solution to a problem that had plagued Azande since the moment he had left home." The image pulsed and changed to that of the shroud wrapping itself around Azande. "What did it offer him?!" The child asked demandingly. "Hush children, I am getting there." Lea said in a low but still gentle tone that somehow demanded authority over the smaller ones. "Mavara offered a way to end all suffering and pain in a person forever, and new ones would never sprout again." The children all gasped collectively and looked to lea with mixed emotions.

"All Azande had to do was to accept Mavara into his heart, into his soul. To have her become one with the very quintessence that made him who he was. You see Mavara was bound to the decaying world and without someone to become one with she would stay there and rot for eternity until one day someone willingly accepted them into their soul." The children fell silent and one softly spoke. "Azande said no right? He knew Mavara was a bad guy right?" Lea remained silent for a moment in response

 

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"Azande, too weak and weary from his time in the galaxy was too broken at the time to turn down such an offer." The image in her hands switched with the flip of her fingers and showed a weakened and battered Azande nodding his head as he lay on the floor of his cave hurt and more than likely dying of his wounds. "Azande said yes thinking that this demon could help him save the lives of the many. When in fact, he was very very wrong." With an explosion of red mist the images showed the mist forcing it's way down Azande's throat where in a swirl of red mist and pain. The children watched in fear hanging on the edge of their non existent seats. The man had given up his life at his lowest moment and now he would never be the same. He would never feel the love if light again, of family and caring. It would now be lost to him and that feeling sunk into the hearts of the children softly. That somewhere at some point in time someone lost their light.

"Azande was no more that day. He was gone." Lea's voice came out strained again trying not to choke on her own tears. She felt terrible that she could not help this person, the one thing she loved doing and this person was gone. "Azande was gone" she said again showing an image of a black eyes Diathim that stood now in the cave. It's skin no longer a white light of beauty, it was now replaced by dark vein filled skin that looked like the body of a frozen corpse. The yellow glowing aura that was cast around all Diathim was now replaced with a shroud of black mist and clouds. The demon had become one with Azande's life force that was cast with nothing but pain and torment

"Azothrogal The Destroyer was born." Humming In low pitch the image of Azande's changed body lingered in the minds of the children perhaps haunting their nightmares for the next few days. A small girl spoke her voice filled with a hint of fear. "What happened Azothrogal next?" She asked in her pensive voice. Lea spirited her fingers and the image changed to that of the very planet they were on now. "He went home." She said as the children tried their best not to wet themselves in fear

 

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The children gasped and tried not to freak out and panick that something as evil looking as that man could be walking among them. "When something as wrong and evil as Azothrogal enters this plane of existence it never travels alone. With power others will crawl to it, serve it snd want to become stronger through it. It had Azande's memories and in order to bring more foul creatures like itself to manifest into the world it needed to do something terrible." The image cascaded and flowed into a new one showing Azothrogal leaving the barren planet floating through the vacuum of space until he reached his home planet upon the moons of Legos. The children still looking pensive and afraid began to huddle closer among each other to give themselves their own little form of comfort. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"Azothrogal returned to our home and remained in the shadows, keeping everyone unaware of his presence. " showing the image of Azothrogal now In robes of black it showed the creature hiding within the forest and in the shadows everywhere it could hide simply watching the agelic beings it once was. "Azothrogal needed followers, he needed to corrupt others to become like himself. But in order to do that he needed to sacrifice something pure and beautiful so that the forces of darkness could feed upon it and manifest themselves into the real world." The image flicked again and showed the bright lights and happy faces of Azande's family. It was them, they were the ones who needed to be sacrificed

"No not them. They didn't do anything!" One of the children barked before Lenansidhe continued her story. "You see children love is one of the strongest things in this galaxy. Love can bring people together, love can stop fights and wars. Love motivates us to do extraordinary things for the ones we love. With love in our hearts we can do anything that we want with it motivating us. The force works in many ways and the power that one can draw from love is almost immeasurable." Lea said trying to sound positive about it. But inside she knew what would come next in the story

 

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"Azothrogal began to enthrall people through the force, the demon needed willing followers and our people had not see pain like his before. Using the force Azothrogal recruited twenty nine followers, our people turned into thralls at his whim." The images faded into a set of pictures that involved the force demon holding out it's cold dark hand to enslave the minds of others, then soon they were pictures of the creature standing over a small crowd of enthralled Diathim their faces blank and expressionless. The children shuttered as the pictures went on to show a old Diathim who had become haunted by visions through the force

"However Nezarus was still alive, Azande's old teacher drew breath still and the force had shown him many things around him. The force showed him that people were going missing, a lot of our brothers and sisters simply gone from our day to day lives." Images flashed and the older Diathim was sitting down at a table trying to put together the pieces of what was going on exactly. " The teacher was a good man, he had seen what the outside world harbored and had wanted nothing of it. But he remembered that pain, what it felt like and how at one point in his life he had experienced it himself. And that is how he knew what was happening."

Lea pursed her lips once more and nodded her head as the image changed to that of Azothrogal coming out of the shadows and Into the light. "But at that time, it was already too late. He was among us."

 

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The image in the hands of lea spun and warped itself to Azothrogal and his followers standing upon the plains of their home world, lighting and rain crackling in the background of them both. "Azothrogal needed to bring more out like him, he needed the blood of his former life's loved ones to bring forth his army so he may bring darkness to our kind. To bring death so he could forever end the hurt all life felt. He wanted to help still, but the demon Mavara was too powerful and her influence over Azande too strong." The image flicked and spun into one of Azothrogal walking through the streets of a small town of Diathim. Azande's once home village where he had grown to become the kind gentle soul that he once was. But not now, not anymore. Twisted by pain and deceit he was no longer Azande, for now he was Azothrogal the destroyer.

"What did he do?" One of the children asked softly in a hushed voice. "He destroyed his home." Images of burning buildings and screams howled through the veil as an Image of Azothrogal stood in front of it his back turned away from the village as he watched it burn to the ground. "He burned his home to the ground, he returned home to destroy it and end the pain of those living there forever. And he did not stop there, Azothrogal rounded up every member of his family in the village. Every brother sister cousin or uncle and took them prisoner." The image changed to that of innocent Diathim being bound in chains marching away from their burning village, expressions of sorrow and horror on their faces.

The children buckled and were so close that the aura's from their bodies merged into one luminescent yellow light. "But Azothrogal did not go unoticed. Nezarus was fast behind his trail aimed to stop the force demon and all he stood for. Nezarus believed that Azande could be saved and that his soul was not yet lost." An image changed and it was to Azande screaming in a pit of fire and malice his body wracked with pain and agony as his soul was tortured by the demon Mavara.

 

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Lea spun the image to Azothrogal standing above a stone pillar, bellow him each of his disciples held a knife to a member of Azande's family. "But Azande was too far gone, his soul was lost and had become one with Mavara to create this new evil. "But it was too late for Azande, he was gone. Azothrogal had collected his followers and family to one location. The place known as the stone table, where our people would travel to celebrate in love, peace and religion. He brought them there so that he could gather enough dark side energy to unleash his fellow demons from chaos so they too could walk among this world. Azothrogal wanted to end the suffering of all life on our planet. He wanted to go out and have his vengeance upon the galaxy that had cast him down and hurt him when all he sought to do was bring light and love to it." With a flick of her finger lea changed the image to that of his followers preparing a massive sith spell that would feed off the energy of the sacrifices to bring the demons into this world. "But good was not far away to stop him"

With a crack of lighting the image showed the elderly Diathim Nezarus standing on a cliff top shining force light down upon the group of thralls and their master. Struggling backwards Azothrogal looked in pain from the light the elderly man emitted. "And then Nezarus stopped Azothrogal and saved them?! Lea looked sad and kept going with her story. "I'm afraid not." Another image flickered and shuttered as it showed Azothrogal throwing down Nezarus to the ground. "Azothrogal was too strong for Nezarus and he could not defeat him in combat. Nezarus was a healer and not a fighter. So he made him watch as he ordered the unthinkable." The children let out a collective "no" and fell silent shortly after

The blackened images of knives being sunken Into bodies was shown to the children, the people had been sacrificed. Love, one of the most purest and lightest of energies the force could offer was destroyed upon the table and the blood of the innocent ran down and pooled into it. The children lay deadly silent and whimpered as an image of Azothrogal laughed at his triumph as he held a weakened and hurt Nezarus. "The family of Azande was no more, used to fuel his spell to bring forth more like him he had succeeded in his plot."

 

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The image shifted and changed to show grotesque looking horned and blazing creatures pool out of the earth in red smoke where the bodies of Azande's family lay. "Azothrogal brought forth twenty eight demons of smoke, evil demons of the force that were capable of wrecking mayhem on catastrophic levels. And the last demon he brought forth was the force demon, Epiales the Nightmare. A demon who would serve him as his captain. Azothrogal then had his thralls accept the demons into them so they too could have physical bodies to inhabit." Changing the image over to thirty mists of smoke being Inhaled by their followers the children shrieked and watched as the skin and eyes of the Diathim went a cold dead grey and their eyes changed to that of pitch black. "Azothrogal lost though right? Otherwise we wouldn't be here!" Lea nodded her head and tried her best to smile weakly

"Aye, Azothrogal had made one crucial mistake. He had let Nezarus watch this ritual, and while Nezarus could never bring himself to kill another person so he made the ultimate sacrifice." An image of Nezarus holding out his purse of coins he threw the silver outwards at the demon horde. "Reaching into himself Nezarus let every ounce of light and love he had out and imbued the coins with the force. Using his last bit of strength he forced his will onto the demons and trapped their spirits into the coins. He imprisoned them, including the mighty Azothrogal." Looks of relief flooded the children's faces and they began to relax their tense bodies.

"But imbuing the force into an object takes immense strength. Nezarus used everything he had to create their prisons. He died, he died with a smile on his face knowing he had done all he could do. Nezarus the brave died to stop what could have killed us all." The children looked at the image of the old man's peaceful body laying among a field full of coins and blood. The children were silent as they gave their respects to the man. "What happened to the coins?" A small child said in a sad whimper

 

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"The coins were collected with their demons inside and hidden on our world where they would never be found." A image of a Diathim holding a box filled with glittering coins could be seen, the sleek and slender Diathim walking off into the sunset with them. "And a burial for those who had fallen was held." The image changed to a picture of dozens of caskets lying above cemetery plots, a small crowd of people gathering to pay respects. And in the center of it all lay a picture of Azande and his master Nezarus, both smiling brightly life and happiness in their faces. They were gone, one with the cosmic force forever to be remembered as the good men they died as. "With Azothrogal and his brood being no more life returned to normal and carried on with the great tragedy behind us." The sun began to set in the image of her picture and the veil began to dim the story ending.

"This was just a story right? This never happened." Lea smiled and nodded her head, a gentle smile with her as she reached her hand out and brushed the hair of the little girl. "Of course my child, it is only a story." The child smiled and went back to hugging one of her friends near her. "Now who wants to hear the story of Gods of Moross?" The woman chuckled and everything faded to black

 

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1000 YEARS AGO MILLUS PRIME

"I want those treasures loaded up now!" A separatist general barked orders at a few battle droids and sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "We are leaving Legos and I will not be out of this place before we take every scrap of valuables from these people and set up the laser grid system!" The old man barked orders and the droids responded with "Roger Roger." Going towards his ship the general folded his arm and made sure he had everything that could contribute towards the war effort against the republic. As the ship lowered down to the ground he came outside of a temple where he sighed again. But as the ships ramp lowered he looked back to see a battle droid waiving his arm back and forth as it pattered over to him as fast as it could

"Sir! Sir we found something you might want!" The droid held a small chest and when he reached the aging separatist general he saluted and thrusted the box forward with one hand. "It was heavily defended by traps but we got it. We wanted to report it directly back to you!" The droid said in a whiney high pitched voice that was quite annoying to the general. Sighing once more the man took it and dismissed the droid. "Thank you BD-3469 that will be all." The box rattled as he took it and the ramp of the ship descended down for the old man to step up into the ship.

Once seated in his chair the ship engaged and shot out into the air. "Let's see what the help brought this time." The old man chuckled and opened a box to reveal a shining collection of very old silver coins. "Well perhaps they aren't useless after all." With a slight chuckle to his words the man looked at the coin at the top and felt a cold chill run down his spine. Shrugging it off as nothing he reached down and collected the coin in his hand. Going silent his eyes widened and he went completely stiff. A battle droid noticed his condition and went up to him. "Ummmm sir? Are you okay?" He asked the general in the classic annoying tone. The general muttered three words. "I accept you." His eyes went completely black and an arm shot out that snapped the head off the battle droid. "I HAVE RETURNED!!" The general screamed and soon after the shrieks of battle droids echoed through the hulls of the small ship.

 

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LOCATION ATRESIA

Today was a good day to stop an execution. A hooded and robed figure walked down the halls of a ancient castle, he has sensed a spirit that was very much tortured and in pain. And he wished to extend a gift to that tortured spirit, a solution for it's problems. With spring in it's step the force demon that inhabited it's host was in quite the chipper mood, it was having a good day to say the least. The dark robbed creature in the human body walked down a set of long twirling stairs that no doubt lead to a dungeon. As it walked dish the stairs the demon could feel all the hatred, ally be sorrow and misery in the air. The demon paused and bathed in the raw emotion of the dark side and continued it's journey down the stair natural light fading away until if was replaced by that of torches.

When it reached the bottom of the stairs he stepped to see two guards standing in front of a heavy wooden door. The light in the room dim, everything smelled of human bile and waste. It was clear there was no plumbing down here, it only added to the amount of lovely pain that filled the air. The two guards stepped forward but before they could speak the demon charged forward in a blurr of dark robes and speed. His hands wrapped around the throats of each men lifting them into the air. With a small satisfying crack the two men died in his hands and they dropped dead to the floor.

Looking at the door the force demon could easily rip it from it's hinges but instead it chose to be more subtle the pained soul inside. Opening the door with a key he took from the dead man's belt the door swung open with a creek and the the man in dark robes smiled softly at the small girl that lay there. "Hello Kairi, my name is Azothrogal. And I have a gift for you that can set you free." With a smile on his face the demon Azothrogal slipped a coin between his fingers as crouched down extending his arm at the filthy little child. An unnatural glitter shined off the silver coin as it faced his new potential friend.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

ATRISIA


Why? That was the cruel question that prodded her mind like a hot iron to a bull. Why couldn't they accept her? Why couldn't they love her for who she was? Had she done something wrong? No, never...not that she was aware of.

In truth, she knew exactly the answer that she was pretending didn't exist. The truth was just as cold and empty as the waste ridden cell she now sat in; she wasn't the son her father wanted. His hate was rooted in the fact that she was the first born of her family and she was not a male, as legend told her she must be. Her very existence was like a plague in the eyes of her father, a reality that he would rather erase from the history books than build around. This execution was little more than taking some whiteout to an unwanted chapter of the family name and though she knew it well, she refused to allow herself to wrap her mind around it. It hurt too much to do so, like some was digging at her heart with a rusted blade. Why should she spend her last moments trying to come to terms with something that would just cause her to die in more pain than she was now?

Suddenly, all that changed in an instant. A series of thuds from beyond the wooden door of her cell were like a warning bell. They were coming to take her, this was it. She was about to die. The girl scurried across the soiled floor, her feet kicking aside days worth of her own excrement as she tried to squeeze herself into the shadows of the farthest corner. Her black hair was swinging about her face, sticking to her nose and cheeks; she didn't care. Maybe, just maybe, her hair would keep her hidden from the guards. Maybe, the black strands would block her vibrant blue eyes from view and they would look right over her.

"Go away...please go away, I don't want to die" her feet shot against her body as the wooden door creaked open, her hands soaked with tears as they muzzled her mouth. Go away, I didn't do anything.

"Hello Kairi, my name name is Azothrogal" Kairi didn't answer, she just start furiously kicking in the direction of her feet.

"Stay away from me! I just wanted to protect our house, they were going to hurt us!" her hands flailed about and feet struck out, but her eyes were viced shut, "I don't want to die, please!" the girl's eyes shot open and she looked around the leg of the man before her. She could get out right now, she just had to run under his legs and she could make it out of the house.

"I have a gift for you that can set you free" Now was her only chance, he was going to kill her right now and she had to run! She got ready, her legs bracing against the ground and that's when her body froze on her. She wanted to move, but it was like someone had stripped away her own ability to do so. Move, why aren't you moving?! She would command her legs to hurl her forward, but they would ignore her like they weren't even her own.

"Such a frightened child. I have always wondered what it would be like to fear." a voice mused, its words shifting through her skull as if there were something forcing them into her own mind. "You can never learn enough, you know. The universes knowledge is infinite they say, but I think that is quite untrue."

A dark goo began to drip from the coin, flowing like water but moving like a shadow. "Fear is the secret to all knowledge. Fear has the unique ability to unlock the most basic secrets that an organic mind would otherwise keep locked away. Shame really." The voice could barely be comprehended, yet alone explained. It spoke with a arrogant omnipotence, one that cracked, cackled and stated but never questioned. "So, tell me what you know little girl."

The goo suddenly and violently shifted, it's tendrils twisting and winding around one another. Soon enough, the mass of tendrils took on an ovular form and as it came into focus, Kairi's heart stopped. An eye, floating disembodied in the air. It glared at Kairi, no. It glared through her. It's ovular form slowly hazed in and out of focus like a mirage, each end of its form spiraling in and back out of itself like a hypnosis ring trick. Kairi was afraid, but she couldn't look away from the center of the eye. Her face was deadlocked onto it, she didn't know what it was but it made her blood curdle.

"Your fear is strong!" Kairi shot her head back and screamed loud enough to shatter the observation deck window of a star destroyer. She could feel the memories being ripped from her mind and tossed about like a scrap book for the monster to shift through. Every memory was brutally relieved, every traumatizing life moment put on display before her very eyes.

Her father beating her for trying to talk to her brother. Her mother ignoring her when she fell ill last winter. Her long nights crying along in her room. Every tear, analyzed and forced into her mind's eye once again. "Stop! Please, please! It hurts!" she wailed about, falling back onto the filthy stone floor before beginning to spasm violently.

"So much suffering, fear, confusion. You are a broken girl, but...ah you broke your father's rules. Learned secrets not for your eyes, interesting. Yes, you would do nicely." the omnipotence that was tearing through her mind finally released its hold, throwing her back into the present. "I can wash away these memories, girl. Every pain. Every tear. Every lashing and beating can be gone. Accept me into your heart. Take the coin in your hand and you'll forget all your fears."

Kairi was motionless, only her eyes moved. She gazed up at the eye and it back at her. "You'll be something your family can be proud of. Let me in and my knowledge, is yours."

Heavy breathing now, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. A single tear scrapped down her pale cheek, over the purple bruise left by her father. Slowly, a small hand reached for the coin presented in the demon's hand.

"Together, the knowledge of the universe will be ours."

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Kairi Tzang"]

The force demon smiled and pushed the coin into the hands of child. With a nod he closed the child's hand around the coin and gently brushed her oily black hair. "My child you need not be afraid, he is here to protect you. He is your guardian angel." The demon smiled greedily and pulled his hand back from the child's. Azothrogal sat down on the excriment covered floor to show he was not a threat to the child. "All you must do my child is say. I accept you, and his power will be yours." The demon pursed his lips into a toothy grin his old face making the expression look more charming and caring for give child

The demon spoke once more then would let the girl make her choice. "You must decide child. No one else but you can. Epiales is your friend." With a forced emphasis on the word friend the creature of evil knew what to say to the miserable girl. She would be her still, she would be that little girl for a while longer. If she resisted the demon after she accepted the demon would torture her soul until he was souly in control. If she decided to work with Epiales, he was sure the two would be a good fit.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

The girl whimpered quietly to herself, her hand falling limp beside her. Was this really what her life had come to? But a mere sixteen year old girl so lost and forgotten by her own family that she could be prodded into signing a deal with what was, presumably, the devil himself? It was a a devastating thought, a sickening notion. What else did she have to lose though? What if what they said was true? Her eye swelled up once more, the water from her tears clouding her vision.

"I-I accept you" and the deal was done.

"Good, good!" The demon eye, known as Epiales, sang gleefully as its form once again broke down into a mass of tendrils. Wrapping themselves around the child, the black tendrils slowly began to seep into her skin and seemingly disappear into oblivion. Kairi shook violently for a few moments, her body convulsing wildly across the cold stone. Then, all at once, the convulsions stopped and the room fell silent. The girl, who still lay on the floor, now lay still.

A wicked grin creeped along her face, her lips parting to expose fang-like teeth that had replaced the K-9s of the young girl. "Yes, she will do quite nicely indeed."

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Kairi Tzang"]
Azothrogal smiled again then spoke softly "Epiales, this one has a good heart. She will no doubtly take control once more. When she does do your best to corrupt her, blacken her heart so that we can carry our plans out." With no emotion to his words the demon stood up and spoke to Epiales once more. "We can start by murdering her family." He said as cold and inhuman as ever. He made it sound as if killing her family was nothing more to him than taking out the trash or signing a check. It was cold and heartless, but then again he was a demon.

"Now. Let us begin." With just the softest whisper laced with the power of his will he spoke out to the child in front of her. "Kairi" he said dragging out her name in the long dead whisper. He wished to see her in control of her new power, let her taste it. Let her learn to be one with it then let it indulge her in a lust for more. She was a good hearted child pushed to the edge, but now Epiales would make sure to turn her heart to black.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Azothrogal"]

The young girl's eyes slowly blinked to life, her own consciousness taking over once again. The first thing she recognized was the scowling features of the demon before her and his presence sit her heart into her throat. "Wha-what is this!" the girl screamed, flinging herself backward and against the wall as she began to search up and down her own body. Her skin had already begun to turn a dark, grimy yellow and her fingernails began to crack and splinter. "What is happening to me! What did you do? What did you do!" tears were rolling down her face like small rivers now, her sobs echoing off the unfeeling stones of the cell.

"WHAT?!" she screamed again, running her fingers down her arm and sending dark flakes of skin raining down upon the floor at her feat.