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[Sommer Dai]

Sommer's lips parted. Her pupils widened. Her heartbeat fluttered — not in fear.

But desire.

She stepped forward.

One step.

Two.

Was it Zori?
Was it Azis?
Or were they one now?
Were they… hers? Was she… theirs?

Sommer didn't know. She didn't care.

Because suddenly, all the answers she'd ever searched for were wrapped in Zori Galea's arms — arms she had not yet touched, but now ached to fall into.

And somewhere… far beneath the spa… in the dark hollows of the obsidian, a sound like laughter—and moaning—echoed between worlds.

 

[Zori Galea]

The corridor behind the Spiral Chamber was lit by soft red sconces, like veins pulsing along a windpipe. It curved downward in a perfect spiral — an architectural echo of the black sky above.

Zori walked barefoot. Her robes trailed like silk shadows, barely disturbing the air. She left no footprints, though the obsidian floor steamed faintly where she stepped.

She did not need to check if Sommer followed.

She knew.

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer's own pace was slower, tentative — yet each step came faster than the last. She should have run. Should have screamed.

But instead, she felt heat pooling in her blood.

"What are you doing?" she whispered to herself.

But her feet didn't stop.

At the bottom of the spiral, the walls opened into a private chamber — an antechamber carved directly into the dark heart of Korriban's crust. A strange violet light shimmered here, pulsing in harmony with some great thing beneath.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori stood at its center.

The robes were gone.

She wore nothing but filaments of crimson thread crossing her skin in ancient symbols — runes etched in spellwork and sorcery, not cloth.

"You remembered," Zori said. Her voice was silk wrapped around steel.

 

[Sommer Dai]

"You did something to me."

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori tilted her head, amused. "I offered you truth. Your mind drank what it could. The rest... lingers. You're still tasting it."

 

[Sommer Dai]

"You used a Rodian. To poison Duke Verlo."

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori stepped closer, slow.

"Yes," she said simply. "But only because I saw in you a hunger he dulled. His world wasn't meant to contain you."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer's voice shook. "And this is?"

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori reached out, fingers brushing Sommer's cheek. Not possessively.

Intimately.

"This isn't the galaxy you knew. This is the one beneath it. The spiral behind the veil. The eternal, writhing self. You seek justice... and revenge. But I see what you truly desire."

Her hand slid down to Sommer's collarbone.

"To be seen."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer's lips parted. Her breath caught.

Every instinct screamed to pull away.

But her body leaned forward.

"What… are you?" Sommer asked, voice like ash.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori's golden eyes gleamed.

"I am the spiral made flesh. I am love without mercy. I am the sacred mother of the lie and the truth."

Her hand slipped behind Sommer's neck, drawing her in.

"I am Azis, when I need to be. And I am Zori Galea… when you want me."

And then she kissed her.


It wasn't gentle.


It wasn't violent.


It was consuming — a kiss like initiation, like sacrifice. A spiral within a spiral, Sommer's mind flooded with visions: her childhood, her betrayals, her screams in the club that night. The Rodian's blank stare. The Duke falling to the table. Zori watching it all through someone else's eyes. The spiral opening. The red mist entering her too.

The kiss deepened.

And somewhere in the dark chamber, stone runes began to glow with ancient heat. The violet light pulsed faster.

Zori broke away — lips red, eyes burning.

"You are becoming, Sommer. Just like I did."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer dropped to her knees — gasping, shaking — craving.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori extended her hand like a priestess over flame.

"Now… let's finish what the spiral began."

 

[Sommer Dai]

The Chamber of Quiet Flame glowed with lavender and rose-colored light, the air thick with scentless vapor that moved as though alive. Delicate flutes played slow, descending scales in no particular rhythm, and every surface was padded, soft, and warm to the touch.

Sommer sat cross-legged on a low cushion, her body still humming from Zori's touch. Her pupils were wide. Her breath shallow but steady.

Across from her sat a woman swathed in crimson chiffon, silver web-like tattoos spiraling from her eyes to her temples and down her neck.

Madame Zae.

She did not speak in the usual sense. She projected — her words slid into the front of your mind like memory.

"Your body resists, child of breath. But the soul…? The soul is starving. Let us feed it."

Zae hovered her fingers just above Sommer's skin, not touching, yet radiating heat and sensation — a cascade of warm water down the spine, fingers behind the eyes, the intimacy of a thought not your own.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori stood nearby, behind a veil of whispering silk. Watching. Guiding.

Controlling.

Each time Sommer's mind wavered — unsure, defiant, questioning — Zori would pulse a gentle push through the Force.

Just a flicker of hunger.

Of need.

Of her.

 

[Sommer Dai]

"You want her," Zae whispered directly into Sommer's thoughts.
"And more than that… you want what she offers. The surrender. The end of loneliness. You want to feel what she feels when the spiral wraps around her throat and whispers eternity."

Sommer nodded. Slowly. Helplessly.

Her fingers clutched the silk of her robe. Her heart fluttered again. She didn't know who she was becoming — only that it felt right.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori stepped into the room.

The air changed.

"She's responding faster than I expected," Zae said aloud for the first time, her voice melodic and aged like vintage wine. "The pull is deep. Perhaps you've already begun her bonding."

Zori smiled.

"She wants to belong. I just reminded her where."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer turned toward her, eyes wide, glazed.

"I do."

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori knelt and brushed a strand of Sommer's hair behind her ear.

"Then rest love. You'll join the next full Ascension. Soon, your pleasure will unlock the spiral's second veil."

Zae bowed her head, hands folded.

"She's ready to begin craving, my Matriarch."

Zori kissed Sommer's forehead.