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Demons sleep. No More. (Ane)

An empty patch of space, devoid of anything that could be considered a celestial body. Far off the beaten path, kissing the very edge of the Galaxy that trillions of sentients called home; Exis Station. The little known home of Salem Norongachi and what remained of his brethren from an age long past.

Sparks danced from the super structure, small ships darting between it as engineers and mechanics sought to repair the damage it had sustained 800 years prior. A dark sword moved quietly through the void, on a circling patrol around the outer edges of the perimeter; The Hand of Fate, Imperial-Class Star Destroyer, and flag ship of Norongachi.

On board the ship sat the Lord Commander, dark and brooding he let the Force dance through his mind. The space for lightyears around became known to him, the ebb and flow of passing ship a brief blossoming of energies in his mind before they passed beyond his sight. He knew his brothers would be doing the same, sealed away aboard the station where the eyes of the techs would not find them. They were on high alert, constantly scanning for intrusions waiting for someone to stumble across their quiet retreat.

The repairs were almost complete, a week at most and then with the gifts he had at his command he would wipe clean their memories of the experience and then send them upon their way, little knowing that they had restored a fraction of his former power.

A tingle swept across his sense, a familiar feeling that set his skin to rise in goosebumps. She was dreaming again, what darkness dwelt in her slumbering mind he didn't care to ponder. [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] , a sleeping beauty held in the cold grip of stasis deep in the bowels of the mighty warship. Sealed away until she was ready, constantly in his thoughts like an insidious parasite that he couldn't bare to purge.

She stirred, filling his mind with vivid flashes of passion and lust. A smile crept across his face, green eyes flaring as she sought to remind him of what they had been to one another. Like he could forget, those memories haunted him in more ways than he would ever tell.

"I'm here," The telepathic thought began. "I'm always here."
 
"I know," it was a low, insatiable passion that she answered with, her power ever flowing until it saturated every inch of his being. It maddened him, her Omega, and for reasons unknown, it delighted her to crawl around in his skin. Though it was the same when the opposite reared it's head. Often times, she welcomed it; that fire to her ice.

The transformation had drained her to the point where Anesia's physical body could not withstand anymore of what was being emptied into her. It literally gave out. The Sith Master was not accustomed to such... trivial matters; she had moved past that long ago. Now, she was in stasis, under the care of one Salem Norongachi- to those who thought they knew him. Anesia knew better and was furthering her knowledge of the man still, even as she was tucked safely away.

He was always there, yet so was she. There were less and less of her own thoughts that she could keep to herself and there were times that it was hard to tell whose thought was whose. Where one started and the other ended. Intimate did not begin to cover or explain... it was more. It was life. It was death. It was passion. And power... so much power. "That time is upon us, darling," her phantom voice was a lick at his ear, just a taste at his lips, and it moved until it sang in his veins. Hunger and promise lingered where the words did not.

The woman waited silently in her chamber, albeit a dream in the making... and soon enough to wake.


[member="Salem Norongachi"]
 
Fingers curled around the arm rests of his chair. A stirring of want that he fought against with a will of iron. He could feel her breath upon his neck, smell the sweetness of her skin as she spoke in his mind. A union of devils, terrible creatures that should never have crossed paths but were utterly lost in one another whether they liked it or not.

"About time." He responded and then rose. The dark fabric of his shirt and trousers fluttered as he strode from the bridge, a pulsating hunger to see her driving him almost to run. It was maddening, infuriating to need something beyond what was necessary for his plans but he could not deny that she had awoken something in him that he never even knew was there, something that was all of his own making and not of Sal's. The turbolift seemed to take an age to travel down to the room where her stasis chamber lay and like an animal he paced in the small space until the doors swished open.

The room was unmarked, just another unused space on a ship too large for one man to call a home. He stood outside it, savoring the rolling tendrils of her presence that leaked from her even in the grasp of sleep. She was powerful, truly powerful, a gifted creature that was nearly lost to the mists of time before they had found one another.

The door opened at his command and there she was. Pale skin, all the more so through the half frosted glass of her chamber. He moved to the control console and began the wake up sequence and then placed a hand atop the transparent shell, emerald eyes looking down upon his slumbering temptress.

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
 
A moment of utter desperation. Of need. Then there was a quiet unease that settled in her bones, filled her lungs. Pale lids peeled back, revealing startling green gems and her breath came out in one cold gush of air, fogging the view Salem once had. There was nothing more than what felt like dead weight, for she had not moved in over thirty days. Anesia had dreamed while her body rested, giving her mind what it needed while the physical recuperated. She reached up, dragging pale hands against the glass.

It seemed she stared for a long time, reaching out only through the ether still. Power flared at the proximity and she finally smiled, soaking it in until she was filled to the brim. "My Lord," she teased, pushing at the top causing it to hiss and slide away. Her first instinct was to pull him to her and re-close the stasis chamber. For the first time in days, she fought something she knew she wanted. The Master had regained her strength on his time and while the idea was close enough to touch, she shoved it away. Control.

Soft, pink lips parted and she sighed, using his shoulders to steady her while regaining composure. Moving felt.... she felt like she was in liquid. Everything smooth, but the weight felt foreign. This was not a feeling she was use to. "Water," Anesia whispered, getting accustomed to shared air all over again. And the scents. It all hit her at once and the Master found her face buried in his jacket, taking in just him. The original thought resurfaced and she once more battled with the control of it. She had taken his hands in hers now, green eyes searching his.

She felt his control and in that moment Anesia envied it. Maybe even lusted for it- for him. But when did she not? It was practically impossible now. "Who..." small, thin hands were suddenly upon his face, stroking. It was not quite how she remembered it being. "...did this?"

[member="Salem Norongachi"]
 
The air seemed to electrify when the glass slid aside. A potent mixture of feeling and emotion that could overload the senses of a man. Hands, hard and calloused, slipped into her raven locks as he pressed herself against his chest. The urge to tighten his grip upon it, wrench her neck back and feel those lips upon his was nearly over-powering. Nearly.

"My lady," Was his quiet response, keeping emotion from his tone. It would only take a single spark and then any thought of control would be lost to them and he had no time, no time to indulge the wants of his flesh. A tendril of his power flashed into the air and caught upon a bottle of water before it danced merrily toward his hand. He untangled himself from her and opened its top before offering it to Anesia. Fingers so delicate slid into his then, a wave of sensation traversing his skin to the point where he almost gave way to a shudder.

The wounds he had suffered upon Rodia had healed but the scars remained. Small silvery lines cut across his cheeks and forehead, a gift from his enemy Mikhail Shorn. He reached up and cupped his hand over hers, coiling his fingers around it he felt the warmth in them begin to return after her sleep.

"Someone we must deal with, sooner rather than later...Anesia." Her name rolled of his tongue so pleasantly in a rich baritone that he almost lost his wits, ready to cast reason away for madness in a melding of bodies that they both wanted dearly but he couldn't, couldn't let himself become distracted from the path ahead. "Let me show you..."

The connection between them opened then, his memories flooding outwards to display his fight with the Throne Breaker in a ruined city. The power of those that came with him displayed with holographic clarity. She had to know, had to know what they would eventually face.

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
 
"A gift you say..." there it was. The beginning of it. Anesia took a moment and then rebuilt the emotions displayed on her face. She really was possessive to be fair, so it was only natural for her anger. It vanished and she offered the slightest hint of a smile. "What does he look like?" the wash of water slid down her throat in one swallow. Leaning forward, letting the weight of her small frame meld into his, her lips skated across the closest scars. Anesia rested her head at his chin.

To say she welcomed his meshing of minds was a complete understatement. There were times she would pay for the pleasure of it. These were one of those times and his power, dark and illusive barreled into her. Anesia's breath caught and suddenly, she was watching through those eyes. Omega's power was felt completely then, his rage... carefully woven into a plethora of weapons. She had to push aside her emotions for this, for fear of breaking the connection. All abandoned, yet wrapped up in that same power.

She tasted his blood on her lips. Could almost feel it, but was afraid to. She was in no condition to. "Omega..." she shuddered, her eyes appearing a ghastly white as she fought to etch every detail into her own memory. "Stop." Now. Now. Before she lost it.

Nails had embedded into his coat, pulling him so that his nose was to her own. "You played without me." There is punishment for such things. Perhaps she would take them out on Mikhail Shorn now that she knew exactly what she was looking for- even though the scars were becoming more and more appealing. Anesia nipped at his lips then, "There is indeed much to deal with. You're starting with me."


[member="Salem Norongachi"]
 
Stop? How could he stop now. It was nessecary that she see the whole of the picture. That she knew the horrors they would pit themselves again. He could not stop because...he knew she wasn't ready. Powerful was [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] but fragile, in her current state she would have been dashed against unforgiving shores in the face of their fury.

He resisted the urge to comfort her as she railed against the memories, little resisting when she pulled them down until mere breaths separated them. The connection dwindled, the images ebbing away and then their eyes met again, her breath upon his face and a roguish smile touching his lips.

"I had to know," He spoke quietly, running a finger across her cheek. "I need you.." He sighed as her teeth skimmed his lower lip, almost dragging him down a path that would delay them from what had to be done. He caught her chin between thumb and fore and pushed her back a fraction, steadying his gaze upon hers and his tone grew serious. "I need you, Anesia.." She knew what he meant, he needed the old her, the rage and the passion all contained in a beautiful form that could devastate armies with a glance.
 
The clock in the back ground, with it's bright red aura, ticking- chipping away at the time. Deep, dark gray metal gleamed under florescent lighting. It all glowed a bright white, as if the polished, painted floors pulsed with it's own intensity. This room was steril, even as the rest of the ship was under constant construction. It had smelled of a freshly cleaned medic bay. Anesia had not remembered it when she arrived. Just perhaps she had constructed it a different way in her dream-state and never really truly seen it until now.

Reality was very much painted differently in recent past. Even he looked different. She missed her dreams just then, where there was only hunger and only them to feed up on it. It had been real enough for her, but not enough, she admitted. There were simply things that went past that. Her vengeance was one of those, much like her passion. It burned, woven intricately with in her being, fueling her power. It beat with a steady rhythm of madness and she looked at him then. Really looked at Omega.

Anesia needed her as much as he did.

The rebirth had given her a body; her old body. A perfect resemblance before the immersion into power. It was a beautiful thing; the visage, unblemished and thin, with plentiful, succulent lips, all framed by long, luxurious wavy not quite obsidian hair. The body, with the petite shoulders and soft, alabaster skin. If the devil had made sin, it was in her image and the curves of her being, the roads, ever demanding to be traveled. She was lust, passion, and vanity drawn to life.

A slip of her tongue and she moistened her lips, "Then let us dance." A smooth caress of power slid from her skin to his. Bare, small feet hit the floor without a sound and Anesia moved away from his touch. Being that sin had never been enough; the master had longed for the power to create and destroy. However, it had been the perfect cover and still was.

Most beautiful people were happy with just that. But as most things, it fades and forever are they lost- defeated; because that was all they ever had. Anesia's never did fade. It was too useful of a tool to let it just slip away. Her hands had washed down her body in one even stroke just past her hips, thin digits strummed on the tops of her thighs. It wasn't enough to have just the look. There was more to it- to her, than that. Omega had showed her that this was just the beginning. The master had indeed seen her herself the way she was supposed to be and this was not it.

Gentler, more innocent... fresh. At this stage, she had not been battle worn. Anesia was soft and while that was pleasing, it was not pleasure she wanted just then. She longed for the memories she'd seen. In this state, Omega could have molded, tempered her into what he wanted. But, no. That particular monster did not want another puppet. He wanted the other monster to come out and play.

From under thick lashes, her green gaze met his own, agreeing without ever saying a word.

[member="Salem Norongachi"]
 
There was no mistaking what they had committed to; A devils road, paved with shadow, slick with blood. A part of him was hesitant to skip, hand in hand, like maniacs in the twilight with her, his burden. Nothing could be withheld after this- No dark deed, no childish desire. For the first time in his life all defence would be lost to another; more intimately than the press of flesh, falling deeper than loves first kiss.

"Sacrifice." He told himself. "Its your stock and trade..."

Norongachi gazed upon this lithe beauty that could end him with a word and a tremor of energies passed between them, like silk made of lightning it glided across his skin with the promise of terror in its wake. He took his first step toward the stasis room door and looked back toward her, a dark brow rising above his viridian gaze. He would not force this upon her, would not drag her bodily into his machinations; she had to open this door and suffer what lay beyond all on her own.

"I haven't danced in a very long time, Anesia." He half turned in the doorway, a hand held out gently for her to take.

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
 
Breath was along the deepest of his scars, her hand already accompanying his, "I hardly believe you forgot how..." The memories that were not of her making were still fresh. It had felt real enough, that had she not known better, would have attempted a strike at their foe through mere thought. She had felt the weight of his fame, the cold hard stare from his blue eyes, down to the hubris he wore on his sleeve...

But more so, she saw his death, this Mikhail, and it blossomed in her mind's eye like the jungles of Felucia.

Such power would come in time. It was the patience she was up against now and the iron will and hand of the Omega.

Though as of now, that very same hand felt right closed around hers. The door swooshed open and instead of waiting on his lead, she tugged at him. Anticipation bred with fear surrounded her and Anesia's lips lifted to smile darkly at him, revealing a slash of white teeth. Bright green eyes sparkling with a desire neither of them could put out. "Are these your lessons or mine?" she taunted playfully, then looked away.

[member="Salem Norongachi"]
 
Eager, he thought as he was lead out into the corridor, but would she be so when they began? She wouldn't receive the same treatment as Sigma, no this would require him to don the mantle again; The darkness that he was born to. Nothing less would unleash the tempest he had known as [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] all those years ago.

"Time will tell," He responded with a half smile. They found the turbolift at corridors end, its doors swishing open at their approach and then down, down into several decks to the hangar bay that was custom made for their purpose. Training apparatus filled the cavernous room, saber training droids standing like statues along the far wall behind an elaborate obstacle course meant to hone agility, stamina and strength. Then there were the auto-turrets, viscous things of gun-metal upon recessed rails in the floors, walls and ceilings. His body still bore the scars of them.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold he struck. Their hands still held in a lovers grip suddenly became an ensnaring vice that sought to pull her close while the other hand swept across in a backwards stroke toward her beautiful face, that was as fast as it was strong.

"Its mine," He thought with coldness."It was always mine, you just never knew."
 
The Force was a fickle thing and Anesia bent to the ever changing melodic will of it, so as to use it's potential to the fullest. A wall of energy slid between his hand and her face before contact was made. So close a call she could feel the winds from it's velocity, and the press of Omega's power against hers. "Did I not?" voice low and casual as she funneled the same energies to add strength to the seemingly small delicate hand he started to crush and slipped it from his grasp. It was as if it liquefied and poured straight from his iron hold.

Anesia had been for a long time now, quite adept in the mannerism used to manipulate. His power breathed along hers and she reinforced her wall with a push of steadily streaming power. Coupled with slipping a couple steps back, she aimed to put distance between [member="Salem Norongachi"] and herself. Even now the power sought to mingle with his and collide. In all essence, their forces and abilities combined were more powerful than either one alone. Somehow it knew that and the wild energy moved away on it's own accord, reaching further into the ether of her mind, seeking the old.

It came up empty and her green eyes flared with anger.

This only reminding her of how long the journey had been so far, and yet how much further she had to go. And that it was not only hers to walk.

Streams of various emotion and degree licked and fused with their chaotic brethren until they were braided together once more into a ever evolving Force. The Master spun it back, collecting all that was hers until a faint ball of light grew within her hands. It grew and separated until she had two swirling spheres of green, purple, and reddish hues. Anesia volleyed them one after the other; towards his head and then to his knees.

The emerald of her eyes grew dark, and a whiplash of savagery sprung from her fingertips, sending the training apparatuses sailing across the room to clutter the floor. Tempestuous rage that had too long been repressed in the dark recesses of the succubus' mind had been released without enough control to subdue them herself.

Power crackled and sparked all around her, too much power. Her eyes had widened in fear. Fear the power felt and immediately went for. "OOOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..." The Sith Master's power had buckled, threatening to break her very mind. At the very least, it was sapping her life force and the more she tried to exhaust it, the more promiscuous it became.

It was the control she was lacking, the discipline. Anesia had not yet reached the knowledge to stop it once it began as she had so very long ago. By now, the woman's entire being hovered in the air by her own ineptness and it would take Omega's renown, often omniscient control to bring her down before it killed them both.
 
A smirk played across his face as his hand met a solid telekinetic barrier, inches [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]. They battled wills in that second, testing the others power in the Force that set the unseen world aflame and then he felt his grip loosen upon her and she slipped from his grasp like sand through his fingers. A surge of energy rippled from her body and he felt himself being pushed ever so slightly back in this mental struggle before she danced away.

It wasn't enough, he noted, even as the Force became manifest in her hands. They would have been equals, once upon a time, but he was barely even trying; Simply testing the extent of the atrophy that riddled the Sith Masters connection to the potent energy field. Spheres of green sizzled through the air toward him, one high and one low and he wove the Force through him like glowing veins, micro-fine strands that travelled across and through his body ready to accept the influx of energy she was so readily offering.

A boot lashed out at the lower, the orb of colour meeting his defence and fired back with deadly precision as she rose into the air while around them the training room was swept up in her loss of control, droids dashed against unforgiving bulkheads and apparatus ripped from the hanger floor to swirl around them like a tornado of debris. A hand caught the higher, his fingers gripping around its crackling edge. Green eyes looking upon it with mild curiosity before he greedily engorged himself upon it, the energy filling his internal reservoir as he transmuted the gift for his own uses.

"What is this Anesia!?" He roared back at her, his face twisting into a snarl. "You were beautiful once, you were perfect! What are you now? A cliché Sith slaved to your own meagre power!" The hand of a colossus lunged from his body, the Telekinetic strike ripping aside the stormy waters of the Force as it sought to flatten the Temptress.
 
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next...

Let me fall. Just let me fall. He didn't of course- even entertain the idea. [member="Salem Norongachi"] was going to make her fight for it.

Perhaps it was what he screamed, or that the pain of it all was eating away at her too rapidly, pining away feverishly to the soul of her. The ether in strands of vivid violet ensnared in it's monstrous jaws. Terror vibrated through her bones to the marrow, delving deep into the arcane bowels of her mind for such memories. Inky tendrils coiled and pulled until they thrived and played upon the very stage she'd set.

"BAA...DUM. BAA...DUM...BADUM!"

I can change...

The screams came in short, deep intervals and the hovering body of the Sith moved forward. She was moving into the strike, seemingly to have taken on some control. Often times, when faced with death, a will to live surfaced. In this instance, it was both that and the unfettered desire to be perfect. Vanity often times turned out to be of value in the Sith Master's ability to survive.

With a perfectly manicured hand, she reached to close the distance with a mirrored telekinetic strike. Anesia aimed not only to soften the blow to her own being, but to throw her own power off enough to rule it completely with the touch of his. They collided with as much- the fire of his and the ice of hers- clashing together so ferociously it caused the energy to rain down in neon confetti all around and throw them apart.

I can change...

Anesia did not so much as stagger, her form flowing with the power pushing her until she could land on her feet. It had, however, disoriented her, transforming the flakes of energy into what looked like tiny stars to cloud her vision. Long lashes came down, blinking them away, until her unfettered gaze fell on Omega. "After you."
 
"Yes," He thought as their wills battled for dominance. "That's it." He'd felt it, for a moment, as the world beyond the curtain turned luminous with unfettered light that cast the room into brilliant bars of shadow in his minds eye. Then it was gone, either repressed or lost it didn't matter- it filled his bowels with magma to think she had come so close only to pull back from the brink.

The gloves didn't so much come off at that point, as be replaced by shards of broken glass strapped to his knuckles. Dark eyebrows came down in a scowl when she spoke. Arrogance, arrogance with no teeth to defend it. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know WHO he was. This was no mere child wearing the guise of the Father. He was a battle hardened war machine, a ruthless killer with little in the way of valour or honour.

Omega didn't propel himself toward her, that would have been far too slow. He was simply there one moment and then a black blur the next, hands snapping out toward her in a bombardment of telekinetic prowess that rained down like artillery shells. A blink, all it took was a blink, and he was inches from her body a muscled bicep straining against his clothing and bones turning knuckles white as his fist hammered out driven by his bodies own abilities and reinforced by an ample dose of the Force to drive it like a battering ram at her chest.

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
 
The affliction was real, just as a lick upon salt scoured flesh. She was not one to bargain with the devil- Anesia was the one who furled in the beast's mind while she slumbered alongside him. The Master had felt and perched upon the very venom he spat for those interminable days in stasis. In such a time, with little else to do- one would think she could have duplicated some of the same traits.

Like a line very much tethered, Anesia continued to gather power from the Force, bending and willing it to do her deeds. There was no other way to describe how it fell from her hands like water from the edge of stones, ever running the course given until it would flow from the tips of her fingers. The Sith Master meant to absorb not only his attacks with the Force, but leach the power from [member="Salem Norongachi"] as well so as to use it to regenerate. She would not have enough strength of her own in her current body's state to survive the beating.

There had been no time to usurp all his attacks. All she could do was dampen it. Even without the aid of the Force, she realized more so now, the strength in the man. Anesia twisted in attempt to recoil, catching his oncoming assault in her side instead of her stomach. Air left her lungs in that moment never to return again, feeling like tiny shards of ice slicing her throat before they flew out her mouth.

Pain blossomed and explored that region of her body explicitly, ever taunting that of her flesh. The wrenched smile she bore now on those pretty lips promised nothing other than revenge. If one thing never truly changed in decades, it was the monster's passion for pain. It only fueled that desire... Anesia exploited it.

In a slimy, slippery second, her arm thrust betwixt them, fingers coiling about the column of flesh just below his head. And through that unfettered control from the Force, Ferrius squeezed, letting the strength of the Darkside flow from every pore to keep the devil at bay. She did not hold him for long before releasing Omega and casting him towards the center of the room with the very discord that chagrined her.

There was no time for that.
 
A vice met him, ensnaring around his throat to bar the passage of air. Momentary panic gripped his body and then instincts honed over the course of decades took over, a weaving mesh of the Force gliding across his skin like a barrier and loosening the telekinetic stranglehold. In the next heartbeat he was thrown, bodily, by her power. His body twisting and righting itself until his boots hit the floor of the hangar and he skidded backwards upon a knee and a single hand upon the ground to steady his landing.

Cold green eyes beheld her as Omega stood, no words now or emotion. He had cut himself off completely from his opponent, walls of durasteel falling across his mind as mental defenses trained and mastered over the course of his life came into play. He rolled his shoulders, flexed his fingers and then closed them into a loose fist before dropping into a combat stance that was all too natural for the soldier. The space between them began to visibly shimmer, the air becoming greasy and static filled and then it became a series of explosions as Norongachi super heated the air, a concerto of flaming eruptions that zipped from an inch in front of him all the way to Anesia. The last explosion was by far the largest, its shock wave sending containers slamming against bulkheads and its intensity ravaging the dark floor of the bay while it turned into a wave that rose as high as the ceiling, a dozen meters wide, and threatened to crash down upon his foe with impunity.

The only indication that Salem was even behind this unnatural flame were his eyes, the fire seemingly reflected behind him as his mind controlled it.
 
The beauty of it all- even though the concentration of the Master was otherwise woven and consumed by and into something else- bright splashes of wild fire danced, the fallacious visage seemed ever so captivated. Her own eyes mirrored the destruction, shining with the same brightness and intensity the flames paraded. While a parody of objects flew nearest her, Anesia merely guided them with a nonchalant, crooked finger, past the heat, towards Salem in an effort to distract the godly being, even if it was only his sight it hindered.

The Darkside of the Force is a pathway to many abilities... some consider to be... unnatural.

A flicker in time was enough to addle even the powerful. Anesia seized the opportunity and shaped the Force, riddling it in the very fibers of her power until it replicated her own being. The shimmer effect... affect would only be a mélange in the shadow of his crimson beast. She shifted just as the menagerie of containers crossed the sight of Omega, scant inches from his face, captivating his immediate attention for the time needed to leave her current position without notice.

The over-heated air proved to be much like a sauna, her pale alabaster skin glistened with the sweat and the flimsy garb around her now conformed to her thin physique like a mold. Even now, she had to control her breathing and body temperature. With a gaze that seemed too artificial, too green, combined with her current state, Anesia appeared more so like the demon she was. As a ghost in the darkness- a monster of her own making -it's shadow played with in those bright gems for eyes.

She blinked, a maniacal smile leering upon her plush, angelic lips. There was so much contrast...

It even screamed in horror, that projection of hers, and she continued the farce imagery farther. The Master sprung the same scene in perpetuum; it was all quite a conundrum of manipulating chaos, shifting between illusions and projections. Though very close in relation, they had their differences, Anesia thought to utilize and combine them in her efforts to usurp his power with hers.

An unsuspecting [member="Salem Norongachi"] could have been caught by the surprise of her sudden appearance as it swam into view. Little. By. Little. The visage of the siren came in flashes until she was upon him.

Upon him like a starved lover, throwing the might of the Darkside into the very core of him, fingers black with the ether and hands over his very heart. Anesia surged forward causing his stance to waver, and even though her body was lithe and weighed significantly less, she drove the battle-hardened soldier to the floor upon his back with enough power to shake him.

This was not over, the Sith Master knew, but she offered up her best saccharine smile while she gazed down upon him nevertheless.
 
Objects spun around his flaming assault and he managed to pull his head back in the nick of time. He had originally thought that Anesia was done for but it doesn't matter who you are, if you are engulfed in flame, seemingly burning to death, you cannot manipulate things with your mind. With that logical conclusion he killed the fire just before Anesia slammed into him. The Force was with her, her hand colliding with his chest with enough energy to bring him down.

The air left his body as his back hit the durasteel floor but it did not distract him from his situation. She smiled, he smiled, and then he thrust both hands upwards toward her midriff and let twin cannons of unbridled power fire at point blank range. He had to wear her down, to grind her to pieces, it was the only way he'd bring back the monster he had known in times past. His mind reached out beyond his body, like some multi-limbed monster he ensnared dozens of broken or discarded items, boxes, containers, a shattered auto-turret. Some as small as a fist, others as large as a hover car, they all moved to his command, and like an implosion they fired inwards at Anesia, ready to crush her.
 
The scream. That scream.

A lecherous monster that climbed from the pits of the past and out from the sin that was her mouth, between decadent parted lips. It sprang, laced and humming with power. The dark and all consuming orchestra of vocals brought on by a lover's caress turned enmity. Her stomach burned from that madness, the flesh set ablaze, robbing her of breath for coupled moments. The clarity had never shown as bright, never been as obvious... devious. Anesia's smoldering gaze ran over him like molten emerald liquid and the sadomasochist's face looked an emotionless ghost.

Meanwhile, the objects at his disposal hung like puppets with half-severed strings. They began to spin until taking on the shape of a cornucopia; from smallest to largest and clattered to the dura-steel floor, taking up a forth of the bay once it was all said and done. The Sith Master's venomous stare never faltering.

That was when the rain came, frigid and hard, from the ceiling. It was just a sprinkle at first, from the needle of the Force upon the water lines, knitting in various directions above him. And like a vein cut open, it gushed and through her will, formed a wave that threatened to topple him. The woman, unlike him, moved with the wave, pursuing at it's heels. She urged it forward with an unwavering hand, whispering quite vehemence that it take [member="Salem Norongachi"] to the depths of surrender in hopes of causing his control to cripple.

So devoted... so confined, non did the water so much as lick at her being.
 

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