Xa Fel, a world of importance, prestige, and power. To the Galactic Alliance, it was all these things and more. To the Brotherhood, it was simply a stepping stone to greater conquests. And to Zachariel, it had simply been another hunting ground. Now though, now the hunt was over, and his target had been acquired. Standing in the adjacent room of Althous' cell, Zachariel looked through the one way glass, smirking at the senators beaten form. The fool had thought to stand with his people against the Maw, to leave with the last of his subjects. Now he would break with them instead.
Althous Corvane's nobility had led to this end for him, though the pain he would experience, that was simply the beginning. Chuckling darkly, he glanced away from the mortal, taking in the information on a nearby screen. Everything was proceeding as it was meant to, as it was destined to. It was then that a blip appeared, a note saying there were ongoing communications in the cell. Turning, the warlord scrutinized the man. He still lay there, immobile for now, clearly not communicating. Then he saw the faint light, a device left over, being used to communicate, and the good senator was privy to the conversation.
Chuckling darkly, Zachariel saw the possibilities flit through his mind. Presence flaring, he brought the Dark Side around him, making the cell seem even darker and colder than it already was.
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Ensure that call is not terminated, or you join the senator in his tortures."
His threat delivered to the cultists in the room, the warlord left, stalking through the darkness. Mere seconds later he arrived at the door of Corvane's cell. Standing there, backlit by red lights, Zachariel let the darkness and shadows he cast become oppressing. Using the Force, he amplified the negative emotions. The fear, Then he stepped into the cell, each thudding step echoing in the chamber, spelling doom as Zachariel stopped a few steps away from the form of Althous. Leaning forward, his armor screamed with the soul rending pain of the damned, even as his arm reached forward. Using the Force, he ripped the the holoprojector free of the mans clothes, uncaring that this ripped them even further.
Straightening as the device reached his hand, Zachariel turned the device to face himself, looking it over and listening. His dark laughter echoed as a result of what he heard. For now, the projector was inert, simply relaying the conversation these senators were having with one another. Lowering the device, the warlord smiled beneath his skull helm.
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It seems you and I are going to have an audience, dear senator. I hope you're prepared for your final meeting."
With a wave, a slave appeared, taking the projector and ensuring it was steady and focused towards Zachariel's 'work area.' It now focused on the area where Althous was positioned, while also providing a screen for Zachariel and Althous to view the senators. In their case however, there was no clean atmosphere, it was a scene straight from a dungeon. Near Althous' position was an operating table, clearly having been put to good use, with an alarming number of torture tools. As for the rest of the corner shown, it was dark and dingy, a fitting scene out of any dungeon. A closer look would reveal the stains of prior victims that had been housed here, along with various trophies from said victims, and one could only imagine the pain yet to come. Though those that would see this would be sheltered, for they could not feel the overwhelming aura of fear present, nor smell the stench of death in every molecule therein.
To the warlord of the Bloodsworn though, this room was simply another place to ply his trade. Flicking his hand, the camera switched on, revealing all this to anyone who bothered looking. Allowing the camera to zoom in on the battered form of Xa Fel's senator, Zachariel's dark chuckle was soon heard, though he remained unseen.
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No, the good senator cannot answer, because his world has fallen. Billions more have been sacrificed to the Avatars, their souls empowering the Dark Three. Something billions have already experienced across dozens of planets. And you, your glorified leadership, fear that fate, hide from it and flee from us, flee from the inevitable." A gauntleted arm reaches into frame, with Zachariel grabbing Althous Corvane and forcing him to the operating table, pressing him against it. "
Let me show you how useless your actions are, how futile your posturing is. See with your own eyes the fate of all who oppose the Maw. Witness the blood firsthand!"
Hefting the senator onto the table, the camera zoomed out, now showing the towering form of Zachariel over Senator Corvane. Every trophy taken, skull added, and skin flayed was shown in grizzly detail. And as the warlord strapped Althous to the table and selected his blade of choice, the screams of the tortured could be heard with every movement made. Raising the blade, Zachariel's skull helm glared at the camera, at the senators watching. His eye lenses flared a dark red, giving a small window into the eyes of madness.
Then the blade swung down, cutting into flesh, but purposefully hitting nothing vital. And as blood was spilt, Zachariel began cutting into Althous Corvane's back.
