Eternal Father
The Black Pyramid of Jutrand loomed high above the sprawling cityscape, a terrible edifice to the majesty and horror of the Sith regime that held Jutrand so tightly in it's grip. Lightning danced across it's glossy black surface, the rupture of charged particulates in the air rending the sky with a terrible shriek. No light could breach the cover of clouds that hung over the world like a tightened noose. Pollutants from the industrial zones continued to be pumped into the sky, but the darkness that encapsulated the Empire's throneworld was not the result of mere pollution, it was perpetuated by something darker, more ancient.
A primordial miasma of shadow, alive in it's own right; coiling endlessly around a world erected to sustain it. Those who drew power from the darkness found invigoration in the shadowy pall, but those who toiled endlessly for the glory of the Sith could find only anxious dread. They dared not look up, for to be confronted with the sheer horror of their prison was too great. Most stared blankly forward as they shuffled about their duties, but many others kept their gaze to the ground, stricken by an intense fear that gnawed at their hearts.
It was this darkness that invited Darth Morta, beckoning from within the titanic pyramid looming before her. She might not have known it, but the eyes of the Dark Side's Voice had been set upon her for some time. Now had come the time for her to be called forth, summoned, to the Sith throneworld. A pair of Praetorian guards in their half-cloaks maintained a silent vigil over the bridge separating the pyramid from the rest of the city, their masked faces watching her implacably as she passed through the gateway.
Black basalt walls and glossy marbled floors marked her path through the interior of the pyramid, each stricken with seams of glimmering gold that split and rejoined in odd patterns. Nameless guards monitored her journey, while decraniated servants effortlessly pirouetted out of her way as they moved about the halls performing their innumerable duties. It wasn't until she came to a new gateway, one etched with reliefs of ancient Sith history, did she find someone who's face was not missing nor obscured, though by the vicious gleam in their eye she could tell they were more grotesque than all that she had seen.
"His Supremacy shall attend to you shortly, my Lady." The Alcedian woman smiled, painted red lips parting to reveal sharpened black teeth; not organic, but augmented. Her crimson uniform held no insignia nor identification, not even a rank plaque, but it was clear that she served at the direct pleasure of the Dark Lord of the Sith. She placed one hand over her heart and angled forward slightly, just enough to be considered respectful. "He has commanded me to inform you that I am to serve at your leisure for the duration of your stay. His Supremacy had relieved me of my inferior name a long time ago, and has given me one of superior meaning. I am Kavess."
The door opened, and Morta was bid to enter. Inside was an empty expanse terminating in a massive window, one that looked over the cityscape of Jutrand. Kavess followed in after Morta, moving silently but always within the periphery of her vision. A table had been set at the center of the room, with a tray of refreshments put aside for Morta's pleasure. Her wait would stretch on for some time, but not excessively so.
She could sense Him coming long before He passed through the doors.
A looming sense of danger, of utter darkness.
It would not be long now.
