My Most Hated Lord {Vornskr}

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

PANATHA:
Sekairo Family Holdings: 0600
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

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Sweat started to drip down her brow. But the one she loved did not mind. It was perfectly reasonable for the young girl to be nervous. How long had it been since they had shared such an... intimate moment? To long, according to both of them. With a grin Elani Zambrano stroked her thumb across Ire'Rain Sekairo's cheek. Then she leaned forward, letting their lips meet once more. How wonderful this was! Blushing the shorter of the two-... pulled away. There was something off here. Ire frowned as she opened her eyes. It was then she tried to let out a scream. Nothing, not even the tiniest sound, left her mouth. In front of her was no royal woman. No. Instead a bloody, dirty version of Daella Apparine looked at her with a twisted smirk. What was this?!? She did her best to push the thing away... only to find both of her arms cut off at the shoulder. Once more she attempted to scream. But her lips were gone, her tongue removed, and her teeth broken. Laughter filled the room as not-Daella leaned down and forward, going to kiss what remained of her almost-friend's face...
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Honestly she had no idea where these dreams were coming from. They had been plaguing her ever since she witnessed Junra die on Coruscant. Ever since she lost what could have been a great friend. Similar nightmares had ruined her nights previously, once Elani had perished. These new ones, however, were far worse. For the most part they were the same. Sometimes bits and pieces changed. On several occasions not-Daella tried to eat her instead of kiss her. Other nights lead to Elani turning into a skeleton while they expressed their eternal love. Each variation was just as horrific as the last. Most nights she did her best to avoid sleeping at all. Doing the more peaceful days she managed to get three or four hours in. The rest of the time?... She was lucky if she got one or two decent ones. Nothing she had done was making any difference. Not even the charm her family had given her was helping.

To make matters worse she was supposed to meet with her master, Darth Vornskr, today. As usual she wasn't sure what they were going to be doing. Perhaps he was going to teach her about alchemy or sorcery, so she could be of more use to him. Or maybe he was going to work his magic on her replacement hand? The prosthetic was already rather useful. But with someone as skilled as him working on it... well, Ire wouldn't need a new hand for some time. Unless another person managed to cut if off from somewhere higher than her wrist. Hmm. Good thing she didn't plan on letting anyone else hurt her the way Kezeroth had. No one was going to touch her without her permission. Never again would she feel the pain of a lost limb. Quietly she looked over to her nightstand where the Gendai's lightsaber was displayed. It brought a smile to her sore lips.

Now she sat up, knowing she had better hurry and get ready. Keeping a Zambrano waiting was always a bad idea.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Things have been rather tumultuous for the Emperor of the Panathan Empire lately, with recent developments in the core putting some of his beliefs into question, and even in his own Empire, his sanctuary, there were some troubling developments. Recent envoys sent to Rattatak had so far failed miserably as the new regime that had installed itself after the destruction of the previous rulers was adamant in pursuing a new direction for their people, a direction that did not align with the Emperor's plans for the world. However; with the diplomatic route all but rendered moot, he could now order an invasion of the planet like he had originally planned, and now he would show them the folly of resisting his territorial advances. He would first have to assemble his servants to inform them of his intentions, and he would first start with his those who served as his right hand, and the harbingers of his wrath.

House Sekairo.

The Sekairos have been staunch allies and servants of the despotic Zambranos ever since Kaine came and usurped the throne from the previous ruling family, the archaicly-named Shadowcallers. The Sekairos were crucial in helping cement the Zambranos as the new ruling family of the Pacanth Reach by erasing all trace of the former ruling family from the historical records, and helping put down rebellion wherever it arose. They fought on the front lines during the short-lived Stavros Rebellion, and for their service they were held in high regard, second only to the Zambranos themselves. Kaine kept them close ever since, not only because they proved themselves to be worthy and capable servants, but because he had learned that time and time again the fall of tyrants came from those they held so precariously close. By keeping a watchful tab on the Sekairos, he would be privy to any sort of dissent within his own ranks.

Paranoia and espionage aside, Kaine was eager to meet with his servant, [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"], and explain to her his plans for the future. Kaine wore a loose silk shirt covered by a hauberk of durasteel chain mail underneath an ornate black cuirass. His hands were covered by a pair of leather gloves, and his arms and shoulders were left unguarded save for the sleeves of his silk shirt. A pair of linen trousers covered his groin and legs with plates of metal firmly secured around his thighs, knees, shins, and his ankles and feet were covered by thick leather boots. His long gray-black hair was allowed to cascade down past his shoulders, and his beard flowed down to his upper chest. An ornate circlet of black iron and scarlet gems was perched atop his brow, and an amulet was suspended from his neck by a metal chain. With all of his regal and impressive garb, the Emperor sat upon his black throne awaiting his servant's arrival.

And she was correct, it was not particularly wise to leave a Zambrano waiting.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

PANATHA:
Sekairo Family Holdings: 0630
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

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Soon the lass was ready. As usual she wore simple black and grey robes, nothing to fancy. In one hand was a datapad filled with all sorts of information. But in her right was a bit of an oddity: An ornate black box. Filigery covered all sides, making it seem to fit in with the rest of this stronghold. Inside it was the frozen heart of yet another Shadowcaller. Ire had just killed this one the night before. If the Zambrano records were correct there were none left of the inferior family. Not even a fifth cousin twice removed. Surely that would please Kaine?... Hopefully it would. With that thought in mind she entered the throne room, bowed, and greeted her surperior. Traces of worry filled her as she gazed upon the magnificent devil. Would he notice the dark circles under her eyes? The way in which she lacked control over her new hand? Or perhaps he had heard that she was still taking lessons from Savan?... There were always things to worry about. Especially when one worked for someone such as Darth Vornskr. He was unpredictable.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine smiled down at Ire'Rain as she entered his throne chamber and bowed before his magnificence, as all did who were so blessed to be permitted an audience with the ferocious Emperor of all Epicanthixs. His smile, however; was far from real, as was a majority of facial expressions he emoted towards his colleagues and subordinates, but Ire'Rain had been one of the few to actually see the Emperor profess actual expression across his scarred face. Such a display of real emotion was only coaxed out when the Sith Lord was in his element, surrounded by death and destruction, but it was most prominent when he was taking the life of another. Murder, while being as second nature to Kaine as breathing was to him, was something that pleased him immensely, and he was often known to relish in the act of it. It was the act of controlling the thin border between life and death that Kaine sought with such fervor, and while he could easily decide who lived and who died, he sought for an even greater power of the realms of the living and the dead.

However; that was a story for another time, and his attention quickly returned to his servant below. His sense of perception would allow him to easily register any changes in her appearance, and he was quite aware of the black rings of sleeplessness that hung under her eyes.

"Rain, my obedient servant. I am pleased that you have come to me so diligently, and with gifts in tow? How wonderful."

Kaine slowly rose from his throne without a sound and took slow methodical steps as he descended from his perch to stand on the same level as his servant. Even in his own sanctuary, surrounded by his innumerable legions of zealot-soldiers, and in the presence of his Praetorian Guard, the Emperor was coiled like a viper ready to strike at anything that should displease him or pose a threat. His smiled continued to mar his face as his gleaming eyes gazed down at Sekairo for a moment, and then lingered hungrily on the black box that she had brought with her.

He now only waited for her to present her gift.

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]