Fire and blood [Darth Ferus]

[NightSister]

"Who are you?"

Daemora laughed as a man came out of his house with an angry look on his face. She had been standing there, in the center of a fairly large town, dressed in her most dramatic black robe as she made the windows rattle loudly and incessantly, for ten minutes before somebody had finally gone out to see what the fuss was about.

"Now now, no need to get angry," she said, waving her hands in a Mind Trick. "After all, you don't want to get on my bad side."

Suddenly the man's whole demeanor shifted - he became meek, complicit.
"I don't want to get on your bad side."

"Oh good. I'm so glad we've got that sorted out," she replied with a sinister smile. "You would do whatever I told you to do, wouldn't you?"

"I would do whatever you told me to do."

"In that case," Daemora said, her smile widening, "You will set your neighbour's house on fire, but first you will bring one of its residents to me."

"I will set my neighbour's house in fire but first I will bring one of its residents to you."

She repeated the process a few more times before the entire town was ablaze, and she stood cackling as everybody rushed about in a frenzy. With a click of her fingers, all the people under her spell would be released, and would come rushing to the square, shouting and screaming obscenities at her. A few tried to attack her, but she simply held out a hand and the offender would be sent flying backwards. She likely looked like a demon, standing swathed in black and laughing as flames surrounded her, and she loved it. Towns without Force-wielders were so much fun.

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[Darth Ferus]

Screams drew him.

Like a moth to a flame Ferus was drawn to the misfortune of those below him. Those who had no ability to defend themselves and were punished for it. Ah, simple beauty. But child's play. It wasn't difficult for the Sith Lord to find the reason behind the burning town he approached. No, [member="Daemora Fel"] stood right out in the open, letting all those around her know just who had caused the town to burn. Clumsy.

The tattered red cloak around the man billowed out as he walked right through the fire, keeping himself from getting burned with just the slightest bit of Force application. Fire shaping. And right to the girl he went, keeping both hands down at his side. "You there, child, I take it this is your doing?" Behind him one of the locals charged up, thinking Ferus just another to bring ruin to the village.

The local was right, unfortunately.

Without so much as a twitch the Force latched onto the poor man, lifting him up in the air by his throat. The Sith Lord kept his eyes on Fel, offering a smile. "I have a suggestion or two, if you have the time to listen." The coughing and hacking of the local was abruptly ended with a loud snap, making it clear that he was without a doubt dead.

 

[NightSister]

"...and if anybody asks," Daemora said with a twitch of her fingers, "it wasn't me. You saw a figure, it looked like a man, but he covered his face." There was almost no need to use the Force to enforce her requests. Any fool could guess what would happen to the poor naive dogooder who exposed Daemora.

Turning around as she finished covering the last of her traces, she saw a man in a billowing red cloak approach her.
"Well, besides you, I'm the only one who isn't running around trying to save their burning household," she replied when he asked if it was she who had caused the town to set ablaze. "So that would be the logical assumption, yes."

Although he was clearly several times as dangerous as her, Daemora did have a burning village at her fingertips, so there was no need to spare him her usual wisecracks. And he had just called her 'child'.

But his offer did sound interesting. Daemora's bloodlust was the only impulse she ever allowed to seize control, and her love for dramatics meant that whenever it did she would be making a big display. Suggestions, as he put it, on improving those displays, particularly from a man who could kill somebody in seconds without ever even looking at them, would be welcome.

"But, yes, I do have time to listen," she said, returning the smile.

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[Darth Ferus]

"First off, I suppose, why not have them kill one another? Have a father butcher his children and see if he snaps and kills even more. Or just himself. Wouldn't that be more interesting than just burning down the village? See what makes a person tick when they do the unthinkable, right?" There was a smile on the Sith's face as he spoke, as if it was a simple idea. It was a twisted one in fact, but [member="Daemora Fel"] had just as much of a twisted mind as he. "This is an odd choice to unleash chaos. Nameless villages with simple minded fools. Easy targets. You're never going to test yourself this way. So why not pick larger prey? There's a Jedi outpost nearby. Not many, and not strong, but more than these villagers. I'll keep the stronger ones away from you so you can truly test that power of yours."

 

[NightSister]

Now this was fun. "I'm not trying to test myself. I wanted to cause destruction and so I went to the first place I could find that I could destroy without putting myself at risk. But I suppose that it could be interesting..." The look of superiority was gone from her face, replaced by one of curiosity, intrigue. A chance to really explore her abilities, see just what level of destruction she was capable of, rather than just a quick exploit to get the bloodlust out of her system so she could remain in control of her impulses.

"You're on," she said after a moment. "This Jedi outpost, can you lead the way?"

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[Darth Ferus]

"Of course, my dear. Just follow me." With that the Sith Lord turned and waved a hand. Before him the fire he had so casually stepped through to reach [member="Daemora Fel"] was blown away, leaving a path right through the flames to be walked. Casually he would start forward, both hands grasped behind his back as he spoke, letting his voice trail back behind him. "My name is Darth Ferus, what is yours? And another question, what is it you want most in life? I find myself rather curious."

 

[NightSister]

"One day I will earn the right to call myself Darth Verleiden," Daemora said grandly. "Until then my name is Daemora Fel." She walked beside him, her posture relaxed but her eyes alert. "And what I want most in life...is power. The power to do whatever I want, whenever I want, to whomever I want." She was never shy about her desires, particularly not among those who clearly had achieved the same goal. But now she was curious.
"And you, [member="Darth Ferus"]? What do you want more than anything else?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"To know the limits on what I can make or do. And then break those limits every time I find them." His answer was short and sweet, probably because he didn't have any intention of revealing his deepest desires to [member="Daemora Fel"] just yet. Before them the empty plains ended to show the crawling temple that was the Jedi. It was small, probably enough to house a master and his apprentice on their journey across the galaxy. Here, he had his own plans to achieve. Plans he was going to use this random acolyte for.

"There should be a pair in there, and I can take the master of the group. Do what you will to the padawon."

 

[NightSister]

Nodding, a slow smile spread across Daemora's face. A part of her wanted to know why this stranger was helping her to feed her bloodlust so eagerly - she had never met a Darksider who did things without ulterior motives - but it wasn't strong enough to distract her from the task at hand. Adjusting the hood of her robe for maximum impact, she kept a hand on her saber hilt and followed into the outpost.

She didn't make an effort to keep the noise level down, and within a moment there were two Jedi approaching, clearly wanting to get back to sleep but still alert. It was still dark enough that they would be hard to spot without a light, but Daemora sensed them without much bother.
Then, just as they were within feet of her and the Sith opposite her, she ignited her lightsaber, letting the crimson blade come out of nowhere to cast a deadly silhouette over them. Before the Jedi could absorb the shock, Daemora turned towards the Padawan, a small young woman who had fear written all over her face. Fear is the path to the Dark Side, she thought to herself with a smile as she sent her blade swinging towards the Jedi.

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