Private Deal With A Devil

[Aliris Tremiru]

There were fewer things that sent a chill down the young Sith's spine like necromancy. Despite her families reputation for sorcery and alchemy, it was the one subject she never truly delved into. Incantations, spell books, they were never really her thing. Her raw power in the Force had her stand out in her own way from her eldest sister. While she hadn't been destined to lead the family, she would of had a wonderful life of privilege and prestige. But of course her eldest sister and heir had to die.

And leave Alina as the heir apparent.

Even thinking of the failure's name filled the youngest sister with rage. It was Alina's fault that the family was ruined. Alina's fault that Isari was stuck hiding. The Empire fell, sure, but the Tremiru would have survived as they always did. Now she was little more than a scavenger. Desperate, alone.

Not alone.

Isari practically flinched as the dark voice spoke in the back of her mind yet again. Ever since she had reclaimed the First's Blade the spirit within had spoken with her. Telling her secrets of the dark, helping her to survive. Training her, though it's training was far more limited than she'd ever admit. To get strong enough to live a life of luxury, she needed a real teacher. A proper teacher. Desperation bred many mistakes, but she was determined that this choice was no such thing.

The young Sith landed her ship amidst the ruins of another. She could feel the cold around her. The Dark, ever hungry. This choice was a risky one, no matter how much she tried to convince herself it wasn't. She didn't hide. She walked with her head lifted high, yellow eyes scanning the ruins around her. She knew who she was here for. Now she just needed to find him.

Darth Insatious

 

[Darth Insatious]

Tag: Aliris Tremiru
Location: Somewhere

Despite its cloudy weather, a few rays of sunlight did manage to piece through patches in the ashen coloured clouds. The very ground Isari walked on in the ruins had been scourged by something highly flammable, though it would be impossible to know what exactly. The ruins were from that of a village that probably had looked very idyllic to live in with the wide fields of vibrant green with distance lush forest and then in the very distance, mountain-chains.

The deeper into the village, the more she would get the sense of being watched by multiple eyes, yet it was only her finding her way into the jaws of Death. The Sith would also start to an unnatural cold in the air, biting into her bones, clawing onto Isari with insidious intend. Her connection to the force would also take a told, screaming one warming sign after the other for her to turn around and leave this horrid place, devoid of all life... in the Force and in Life.

As she neared the village centre, corpses started to be revealed, all with twisted and terrified faces of dread. If she decided to near the first corpse, she would find a man, late forties and was nothing but dried up skin and bones, like the meat on his body had been drained away without breaking of the skin. More and more dried up husks of the villagers could be seen littered all over the village centre. The eerie thing about it all was the fact that there was no blood to be seen.

A whimpering and muffled crying could be heard not far from Isari in a building, with still half of the building standing.

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

Death.

Not just of life, but the Force? Isari felt immediate regret as she stepped into the village. And yet, the voice, the First, edged her on. Continue further. Find the source. This power could only lead to good things for the Tremiru once properly harnessed. It just needed to be properly harnessed. The young Sith gripped the ancient hilt firmly. Fear. It coursed all through her body. But fear was it's own power.

She refused to back down. Head still held high she stepped through the ruined village. There was no empathy in her gaze for the dead. These.. Commoners. They served a greater purpose. Served their betters. The crying though. That sent a chill up her spine. Someone had survived this? She turned her head towards the last building, yellow eyes narrowed. Saber in hand she walked towards the sound, intent on seeing it's source.

Darth Insatious

 

[Darth Insatious]

Tag: Aliris Tremiru
Location: Somewhere

If she decided to enter the half-destroyed simple square-shaped house, either by the blown open door or the destroyed side, she would quickly find herself facing an almost pitch-black interior. The first thing she would see was broken furniture, shattered glass and two pale husks with nothing but bones and the skin wrapped around them. Even hair had withered away from whatever or whoever caused it to these two and the hundred of villagers outside in the village centre.

Not far from the two dead husks, in a corner, half-covered in shadows was a young girl, maybe a bit younger than Isari herself and sat in a fetal position with her head hidden into her arms that was positioned on top of the knees. She didn't even react to Isari's entering of her home and just continued to whimper and muffled crying, probably over what happened to her parents.

A singular light source of a limb flickered every so often further into the house, showing an equal destroyed interior, giving the whole house a very eerie sense of dread. Isari would again sense that she was being watched by multiple eyes without knowing from where exactly it came from. Then suddenly, the girl snapped her attention with a frantic movement, staring up at Isari with unimaginable horror like she just witnesses her worse nightmare. Right before Isari's eyes, in rapid ageing, the girl youthful features, like Isari's, started to wither away showing a more sickly and skeletal appearance. Finally, a watery ghost-like form of the girl was violently forced from the drained girl, flew right through Isari with an echoing scream. As the watery ghost like-form of the girl passed through Isari, she felt for just a fraction of a second, the girl's losing battle of insanity.

Like the two older husks, the final husk of their daughter had joined her parents in a death that would never come, for those that was drained would only find peace in the death of Darth Insatious. A loud ignition of a crimson blade broke the silence, followed by Isari feeling her very existence was being tested by the empty void of death and unnatural void. The moment Isari turned around, she found herself standing face to face with a being of nothing but a long black robe of pitch-black darkness who only seemed to merge with the shadows themselves. The mask was of bone-white with two red streaks from the upper part of the blackened void eyeholes, moving upward and finally, a single sort of metal in the middle, going from the nose to the top of the mask.

In the being's hand, known as Darth Insatious, he held a singular crimson red lightsaber, staring down at the stranger, known as Isari. To make things worse for the young Sith, she could feel her mind getting poked at by slithering shadows, testing her willpower.

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

This was the power the First was interested in? Isari watched the girl before her quite literally have her life ripped from her form. She was unflinching, unmoved. Another death to serve a superior power. That was the duty of the weak. Or so she wanted to keep telling herself. That brief brush of insanity had the young Sith step back. Instinctive, primal fear. The power here was something beyond her capabilities.

But not her comprehension.

Weight came to her mind. Heavy. The sound of a saber. Isari turned her head, looking directly at Darth Insatious . So this was the Sith she'd been looking for? She stood her ground, even gave the appearance of not struggling under the weight trying to collapse her mind. Just staring down the masked figure with her shoulders squared. "Teach me."

 

[Darth Insatious]

Tag: Aliris Tremiru
Location: Somewhere

Tilting his head, the woman before him actually piqued his interest, but interest would only last so long for the Sith Lord, before giving in to the hunger of life. Isari didn't get an answer but felt her entire body become rigid from an invisible hand as she began to levitate into the air until she was face to face with the white and red bony facemask of Insatious. When staring into the eye sockets of the mask, she would see nothing but an empty void, as if the Sith Lord didn't even have a face, other than the mask itself to represent some kind of facial features.

Even though there were no actually eyes, the dreaded feeling of Insatious pierced his sight directly into the mind of Isari. At first, her mind was filled with hundreds if not thousands of whispers of cosmic horrifying voices. All the voices in her mind suddenly caved to one singular booming yet haunted and distorted voice. The distorted voice found mass and Isari's entire being was filled with a sense of raw hunger from the voice now, craving life, her life, not life itself.

"Why would I teach you, when your lifffeee's sssoul would tassst so much ssssweeter?" Asked the bodiless voice of Insatious inside Isari's voice as the dreaded feeling of the Sith Lord's hunger started to slowly drain the woman. With her own eyes, Isari would watch as a thin thread of her soul's life force's ever so slowly was weaved into the Sith Lord's insatiable hunger. While the draining was slow and it would take some time to actually kill her, but at some point, Isari's would completely leave her and be consumed as everyone else who fell to Lord Insatious' insatiable hunger.

Standing in the rubble of the ruined house, Insatious waited for the girl's answer.