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"Dearest..." (Mishk)

It had only been a little while ago that his cousin had introduced him to such a worthy player of his game. Much like the appearance of Lovey :D in his life, the Hutt had learned to be affectionate in his own way, and allowed another individual to be spared from the horrible deaths of so many others.

This though, would not be in anyway because Zambrano didn't try to kill him, much like the Vaapad, it was that this tiny being had so far proven playful enough to elude the inevitable fate of all of his closest friends.

Upon meeting the twisted menace, it was able to bite through the influence of his labyrinthine mind, and demonstrated an affinity for experiencing his own personal fears.

Suffice to say, the Warlord was pleased, and the games had only begun. Both locked away in the dark chamber that served as the Throne Room, with row after row of poor unfortunate souls, there was much that the two could do together. First they had played Chase, one of Zambrano's favoritest games, but now they would play Bite.

"My Dearest, tell me your name. I wish to scream her name to the lowest depths! I want it ingrained into the annals of my mind, his name! Then we shall play until angels weep!" The hutts voice boomed as the tiny form of his newest friend was slumped before him, already drenched in the blood of a few slaves.

[member="Mishk"]
 
Mishk rose to his feet only to throw himself onto the floor right away. Or rather he hit the body of a friend. Tied to the floor the female weequay was barely kept alive. Mishk grabbed her shoulders and shook them furiously.

"Whaaat are you looking at!?!" he spewed with raw hatred. "You think you are worthy to be friend?!? No one loves it like Mishk do!"

He did not get any reply and anger because of this boiled inside him. He was jeleous, why was she tied here and he not.
With sharpened teeth he flung his body forward franticly tearing at her face.

Then it spoke. Mishk froze. He had been seen by the divine darkness, the beauty beoynd, his master and loved one. He started to tremble, both out of fear and utter and naked happiness.
Swallowing the eye he had managed to gnaw free Mishk half rose, and then crawled forward a short distance. He forgot about the friend, whos body he dropped without second thought. He then, remaining on his knees, forced his voice.

"Massster, I am Mishk."


[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
 
"Mishk. [member="Mishk"]! Missshk! Huh huh huh!" A booming laughter escaped the mouth of the darkened mass, eyes golden with delight. Suddenly, it began to move. A great shifting began to take form in the Hutt, the Throne no longer clinging to its Master, the unmoving dead arms of the various bodies spiked against the Throne seemed to stretch out infinitely after its departed Master.

Slow, tragic movement described the locomotion of Zambrano the Hutt, as he deliberately descended down from his pedestal of dreadful grandeur, lowering himself deeper into the chasm of the dying and damned. The chains rattled at his approach, as a hundred beings fought back against their shackles to run, to escape the horror somewhere before their eyes. All they saw were those eyes, those dreadfully delight eyes that quavered with happiness at every sight of pain or the opening of flesh, that could just as soon turn to horrifying crimson, to reflect his bloody inclinations and desires at that moment in time.

Of all the gems these beings feared, they now feared rubies and gold the most, for these were the favored expression of emotion from their one true devil. Those poor, unfortunate souls, tormented by something-other-than-a-soul whose sight had seen a thousand ways to die in the sickest manners possible. Now, it would share its delights with another, whose psyche is equally perplexed by the notion of reality and the mortality of others.

"Little Mishk! Come to your favorite friend, we have much to do!" Ravenous, hungry hands reached out to his tiny fiend, his crawl being slow, but his reach being inescapable. He saw through his mind a cloud of dust surrounding the voracious maws that extended out in a thousand directions, but all with Mishk as a destination. The tendrils, both real and imaginary, reached out to the tiny Jawa, to pull him in closer, to embrace him in pain as he meets his Masters burning hands.

Laughter, echoed.
 
To Mishk - what transpired was glorious. It was perfection coming true. During all those years, trapped and forgotten he had never even come close to what this great darkness offered. Like a puppy he jumped forward, equal fear, equal love dominating his mind.

As [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] grabbed his tiny skeletalike body Mishk pressed himself toward him. His flesh slowly melting away at the embrace Mishk shrieked. But even the unbarable pain was nothing in comparrison to the relief and joy he felt from this acknowledgement.

"Yesss masster... tell me what you wish from me..." he yerned and longed for more words, more touching.
 
"I wish for you to writhe!" And writhed he did, little Mishk had leaped into his hungry hands, and Zambrano watch happily as the acid slowly burned at the clothe of his robe, leaking onto his skeletal skin and inducing his Apprentice to pain. In a wide smile that left his long fat tongue hanging from his mouth, the Hutt proceed to place his tongue into direct contact with Mishk's face, and liked upwards in a deliberate fashion.

"I wish to taste you!" The monster yelled, followed by the horrified screams of nearby slaves who thought the darkened mass had meant for them to be the latest victim of his man-eating that he was so fond of. As golden eyes turned ruby, an incorporeal snakehead began to form in each of Zambrano's eyes, snapping and biting at the edges of his iris, before finally slicing through his cornea, and forcibly exiting through his slitted pupils. Their imaginary hiss rang in his ears, as a familiar pain began to pound in his head as the force passed through his flesh like a conduit between the inside of his mind, through the air, and into Mishk as the snakes lurched forward and bit into either shoulder of Mishk, transmitting a non-real poison of pure pain directly into his bloodstream.

Through the use of his mind, the force (in the form of the snakes piercing through his eyes) introduced and amplified all existing pain inside of Mishk, and released it all at once in a single embrace, amplified further through his direct touch.

How [member="Mishk"] might react, or respond to this, was of particular interest.
 
And Writhe he did.

Acid dripping unto his bare flesh Mishk could not resist the wish of his Master, or was it his own will?

The torturing pain sliced through his mind like unimaginable monstreous fangs would rip apart an unsuspecting prey.

Mishk screamed and twisted - there was nothing else he could do, nothing else he wanted to do.

Barely managing to stay concious he reached out, trying to find something to keep him awake. It was hard but that dark pounding sensation that he sometimes managed to summon was helpful. His power over it was however sadly nothing in comparisson to the sheer evil pain now induced to him by the dark overlord, his beloved master.

Just as his mind was loosing it, just as he felt himself slip away something new happened. The two beautiful suns of his life, the masters eyes, they came to his rescue.

"Yesss.... " he whimpered as the two snakes hissed and snapped to breach their prison. Mishk tried to straighten his small body, baring his thin skeletal like chest and shoulders for the snakes. Then they tore through the veil and dug into Mishks flesh, their venom causing magnified pain to him. He felt afraid, terror crept thrpughout his body and he threw his face upward screaming with renewed strength.

"AAAAARGH! no... AAAARGH! ... yes.... "

With the imbued dark powers rushing through him Mishk found a source, his masters powerful flow of dark power flooding his mind and body. He tapped unto it, just enough to fuel his own control over his mind, to stay awake and not feint out of pain. Mishks struggle was no longer to battle the pain, but to endure it so that his master would be pleased, so that he would play with him even more.

" Gnh... th... thank you.... massster... " he offered in gratitude. This was surely proof. Proof to all the world that he was the favourite friend of [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
 
A grand smile filled the master's face, as his hands burned, and his eyes tasted pain in the small creature. Suddenly, the monster... released him. It was not often that the Hutt could be satisfied with someone's suffering enough to release them in a state of calm, it was very rare occurrence indeed. It was almost eerie how the midnight creature just gently set down the small form and released his punishing grip, both physically and mentally... though the snakes had left lingering spiders of pain, that bit every so often as his power over his pain subsided. The pain in his temple bothering him just enough, to tell him to give a rest.

The glowing orbs of his eyes calmly rested in a pinkish hue, quite pleased with himself and his apprentice's resilience, appreciative of his gratitude. There was one task though, that still needed doing. Zambrano had caused enough pain to satisfy him momentarily, but it was the first time that suddenly... the slug began to consider that maybe his friend had an appetite of his own. With this in mind, and thinking to himself with a pondering tendril grazing his lip, melting in a slight gash in the process, he spoke to the small jawa.

"Mishky, I've had my fill of enjoyment from you... shall you have enjoyment with another? I wish for there to be amuzement! You would amuse me, yes?" The task was simple, to repeat, or improvise a manner in which the small thing could produce pain upon another being. Of course the jawa could rummage through their entrails, but this was different from causing pain both mentally and physically, as he had done to the jawa.

His curious eyes tinted green, as he giddily searched with his eyes who would be the first victim [member="Mishk"] chose to torment for him.
 
There was barely a sound as Mishk hit the ground. His tiny exhausted body was a light thing. Yet the process his master had dragged him through awakened something else. The dormant darkness within stirred and rose. Mishk adored his master and from his broken muscles rose a dark cobra. The snakes tail wrapped itself around him and slowly lifted and nugged at the jawa. Its mouth opening up wide, disconnecting its jaws. Mishks eyes burned with a vile flame striking out to control the snakes movement. The force, manifested to the sensitive as the black cobra held his body together and his mind in control. He opened his own mouth, showing rows of sharpened teeth. There was a buzz and a horde of bugs spewed forth from the snakes inner pouring itself into Mishk who greedily accepted them all. Strength returned to his trashed state.

He found a kneeling position infront of his master and listened to his request.

"Yesss masster... I will satisfy your desire." Mishk spoke with the hiss of the cobra. Then snake unwrapped itself and dissapeared into Mishks robes. A few lost bugs crawled across his robes still.

He turned his head and searched the room for a suitable friend.

(TBC)
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
 
The masses of bodies decorating the room shook and moaned in horrified screams as the evil apprentice stepped ever so lightly around them. He sniffed and gazed upon various selections and scratched his small leathery chin pondering on whom to choose. He felt their fear and terror and he fed upon it with an endless dark appetite. But it could not go on forever. His master, was waiting and he should not be kept waiting.

then he found the eyes, a man who used to be fat. Now layers of sk in hung empty missing its former rounder shape.
It was a chiss Mishk thought. The jawa smiled and waved for the man to stand. Which was an impossible task fro the chained man but never the less he tried to obey, with a whimpering voice he begged for mercy, or at least death.

Mishk stared at the chains and with a twist of his hand the shackles fell off.

"Oh, I will be merciful slave." he replied with a slight mad giggle.

He walked the man to present himself in front of [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] and there Mishk swiftly pulled out his bone saw. His one possession so far. He had made it from leftovers ofhuman bones from the dying in the throne room and he liked to belive that it was partly imbued with his dark lords powers.

Before the trembling man had any chance to say anything Mishk sliced the mans achilles having him on his knees before the master.

"ah... there is such mercy in my actions. Only the blessed ones may amuse the warlord in such a manner that you are about to do. " he whispered trying to comfort the doomed man.

Mishk resistedf the urge to rip his belly open and feast on his entrails. He felt that was not what his master wanted. No, the great darkness wished for Mishk to use his powers to make this one hurt, to satisfy his craving.

Taking a smal step away from the broken and crying victim Mishk closed his eyes, reaching out to feel the flow of darkness all around them. He could not come close to the masses [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] gathered at a whim but slowly Mishk managed to draw in a cloud from the mind of the horrified friends around them. He cast his head back and breathed in. The cloud shwirled and flew closer. small shapes were taking form as it hovered over the jawas head. Slaves around them did not see what was occuring, but they most certainly felt the pure evil that was being summoned. They yanked their chains and cried in protest.

Mishk could not help put open his eyes and admire his creation. The force, in the shape of a swarm of wasps and insects crawling together, feeding on each other. the black basll shaped cloud then moved across the floor and stopped over the chosen subject. Mishk tilted his head, his eyes gleaming stronger with a red light, cracking the mans senses and opening up his mind to the horrific sight.

The scream was pleasing for sure, as the cloud started to rain its creatures ontop of the man. He tried to defend himself by slapping himself, carving and clawing at his own flesh. The illusion of the meat eating bugs caused him to start rip his own skin from his body. He tried to get up and run but only to stumble back again with his mutulated feet.

Mishk looked up with a happy smile, eyes turning between the man and his master, looking for approval in his masters expression.



 
The great beast upon his Throne watched with an etched smile and dauntingly amused pupils fixated upon the tiny creature he called his dearest. His gaze was intensely upon the Jawa as he made his selection of a suitable friend to play with, taking note of each one he passingly considered, and assessing his taste in company.

It was blue, saggy, (possibly female?) and rather funny looking in Zambrano's mind. It desperately wanted him to just, tear off that excess flesh to see if anything else within him sagged the say his exterior flesh did. Do organs get fat? These were mysteries that Zambrano absolutely must know, and he was glad that Mishk was so enthused to find out as well.

A delicate spray of blood was seen through the darkness, and Zambrano's all observing eyes flickered with a delightful baby blue within the goldish-red of his current irises, pleased as the person fell whimpering before him more loudly than the rest of them as pleading hopeless eyes looked into his. The Jawa stepped backwards and paused a moment, and those multi-colored eyes were golden with a happy wait for what he was preparing. The Hutt could almost see the ash from the burned hopes and dreams of all those delicate friends, rise in the air and congregate into an acidic cloud before the Jawa as he called upon his closest ally in the force.

Curious, with blue tinted eyes, the Hutt wished to observe the world as Mishk did, and with a careful careese, an oily tentacle fell upon his tiny shoulder, and crawled subtly into his ear. Delightful madness jolted in waves through that stealthily placed probe, but the sludgy serpent crawled over the mazes and ate the dead things as it happened upon his eyes. With flat, sharp teeth, the serpentine probe vampirically bite into the back of Mishk's eye, soaking in his personal delusions.

When those eyes opened, Zambrano became aware of the swarm of wasps he had formed into the ashen cloud, feeling and sharing in his delight of his accomplishment, observing from his perspective as the man was then assaulted with the power of the mad apprentice. Zambrano then cut off the delicate subtle snake from Mishk's mind (leaving its oily presence to be fed upon by the nightmares of the Jawa's mind), and then observed the man attempt to fend against the invisible apparitions of man-eating insects.

Laughing, the Hutt clasped his own hands, watching as the man scratched and tore at his own flesh, screaming in agony as he revealed to the gastropod all that was beneath those sagging folds, to assist him in the discovery of his innards. The eyes never left the embattled man as he attempted to fruitlessly run without his heels, tearing himself open... so pleased with this, Zambrano thought, it would be criminal not to join in the fun!

With raucous laughter, the Hutt summoned within him, from the agony itself, an abominable number of tendrils from his black heart. The twisted around each other and grew into one another, some of them tearing others apart, as they all made a winding path to puncture through Mishk in a wave of pain, filling him directly with the power of his Master. Suddenly, the cloud surrounding Mishk's friend grew larger, as his Master added his focus and power to draw from within the room, formulating more, and more of this creatures from seemingly nothing. The fog so thick with these debilitating illusions, they began to invade the former fat man's flesh.

They landed upon his exposed flesh... and began to burrow. They began to claw, and bite into the man, nestling themselves deep into his flesh, crawling beneath the surface of his skin as they made it upwards through his body into his stomach, torso, and throat. The rapid clawing and screaming the man produce quickly became... far more gruesome. Desperate hands high on adrenaline and fear, with an empowered strength he had not known for some time, the dying man roared as his hands dug deeply into his flesh, tearing out viciously chunks of meat... pulling, and pulling, and pulling again until it gave way enough to be thrown to the floor in a massive steak of meat. His hands then pounded into his stomach, bloody bear fingernails cutting into his once massive stomach, clawing and clawing and clawing and clawing and clawing. It was clear, that the man was going to die now, as entrails started to become tangled upon his fingers... and it just laid there, whimpering now in pain, as his own hand pulled out his internal organs onto the bloody floor.

After several minutes of his amusing death throws, Zambrano's deeply crimson eyes began to fade slightly, content now with his entertainment, and began to retract the thick column of tendrils from Mishk, allowing him a moment to collapse and enjoy the after taste of such pleasurable pain. A certain kind of calm filled the fear filled room... as shackled slaves knew the horror was paused for now, and they would be spared for the time being while their Master was content. There was still the eerie fear however, that the apprentice may have an appetite of his own. The Vaapad, crawled quickly to begin feasting upon the fresh corpse. With a pleased, heavy sigh, Zambrano spoke softly to Mishk.

"Dearest... was that not pleasurable?" The Hutt seemed as if though his lust had been recently satisfied, and looked the part of someone about to fall asleep after an intimate moment with a significant other... which oddly enough may have been the case for this strange Master-Apprentice relationship. "Tell me dearest, from where did you gain such gifts?" The monsters lids were half over his reptilian eyes, as his clasped hands rested upon his great stomach, engaging in an abominable acidic kiss.

[member="Mishk"]
 
The sensational mix of pain and joy as the great darkness penetrated his mind, claeing his way inside his eyelobe and then unleashing his evil powers from within was almost too much.

Mishk collapsed to his knees as the deed was done. Then and there he once more recognized the sentinent behaviour in [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

It was not that Mishk questioned his masters intelligence, on the contrary, he truly believed that the dark warlord was imbued with godlike traits, but most often this marvel of existance must have extreme difficulties recognizing any need of giving the primitive and simple minded world around them much attention.

But now, there was a moment of clarity. The jawa placed both his legs crossed on the floor beneath his master. He tried to remember.

"My swarm came to me in the darknes master. I had been left alone, abandoned. The others did not bother to come looking. I killed their children forty years later... " he spat. The memory was vauge at best. The cave he had found, the cave that no other would enter. And when he proved to be the most courageous the entrance collapsed and he had been trapped. Alone... Or so he had thought.

"I am very reasourceful master. The insects were tasty and I stayed alive. I saw little.. Until... until the red light called me master. It was so pretty, so red and shiny. And it spoke. Then the wasps came, and they never left me since. It is as if I would die if they did..." Mishk was troubled at this thought but continued.

"The voice told me about the swarm on many occations, and then one day they helped me move the stones at the entrance away. And I could crawl out."

He was bot sure if he had answered the question correct but he did believe that he had told a most sensible story.
 

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