Ozymandius [Abyss & Miss Blonde]

[Miss Blonde]

A half luminous metal gas mask of dimmed LED lights shined in the darkness of monotone and low light room. Patricia Susan Garter, a woman who had an addiction to danger and her former life sat at a table gently running her finger down the mask of Miss Blonde. The mask that had shot fear and terror through so many and caused the deaths of many more. A infamous crime lord who was starting to fade from the ever evolving Galaxy, and part of her was ok with that. She had made her near billions and had more money than she could spend in a hundred lifetimes. But there was still something missing from her life in retirement. A nagging sense that something was wrong and it showed in her demeanor. She was depressed, saddened and had a longing look in her eye of a need that simply couldn't be scratched.

Within her other arm there was a young child, a baby that could not of been more than a few months old. The cute button nosed child lay there asleep in her arm as she cradled it gently and leaned her head back against the booth where she sat. It was the spawn of [member="Darth Abyss"] and her. A child born of their lust and love that she felt nearly nothing for. This was mostly due to Abyss and her not really being present in each other's lives. She loved the man, truly she did. But with her retirement and the boredom of not being kept truly busy while Abyss was out there conquering and scheming, she felt nearly useless. The great Miss Blonde reduced to the odd job and changing diapers.

It was not a life for someone like her. But here she was, in a dingy rented out private club on Nar Shaddaa waiting for Abyss to show up so he could hold his child. If he were to show up it was clear that the apathetic look on Patricia's face that she was generally unhappy with the state of affairs. She had a family and she knew that she was responsible for it, but it didn't make the situation suck any less than it already did.

"I was someone you know that, kid?" Blonde said as she looked down at the sleeping child.

"People feared my name. Respected me. Hated me. I was THE crime lord of the Galaxy. But life just isn't fair you know?" She pulled her finger away from the mask and gently caressed the sleeping child's head.

"You took that from me." Patricia said with a bit of scorn as her eyes narrowed.

"But at least you're cute." She said as she looked over to the empty club.

It was pretty clear that the woman was not in a good place emotionally speaking.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Weird."

The image in the mirror was clearly Abyss, or at least the fragile human shell he had inhabited for most of his life. Yet it didn't felt like it, not only because the body lacked any sort of damages and distinctive marks left by time and struggle, but because it was no longer how he perceived himself. Right besides him stood Glory, her angelic body now second nature to her, moving in the flesh with far more ease then the sith lord. Abyss turned around in front of the mirror, the dim light of his bunker amplifying the paleness of his skin, the crawling sickness of the darkness already afflicting his new body. His back was marked by six scars, each of them of the exact same length and depth, signs of the six arcane stone thorns left inside his flesh to allow his spirit to not only control, but actually feel the body he had created.

Every move felt slow, even his mind seemed limited by the chains he had locked himself in. In truth his mind never had been nearly so powerful when he had still been a man, but after becoming a entity that could perceive time in a none linear fashion it felt more than a little odd to only know about future and past from cryptic glimpses. The sith began to dress, reaching for a simple red shirt and a black pair of trousers. Then he reached for the heavy boots, feeling the strange sensation of having both his legs after losing his right so early in life. At last he reached for the mask, the object he had to keep close at all times, as it was more his heart and brain than anything inside the body he was wearing. Once the cursed, deformed wood descended onto his face he could feel the surge of power, completing the imprinting of the new body, visible by the brown eyes that from one moment to another returned to the familiar yellow of the dark side.

There was no need to ask, no need to channel his focus to see the future, to know why [member="Miss Blonde"] wanted to see him. They had unfinished business left, business in the shape of small child. Abyss stopped in front of the room where his love was waiting, Glory slightly touching his shoulder once she noticed the irregular, nervous breath of the sith that normally was completely in control of his actions. She would wait until Abyss and Patricia had worked through their problems, but she too had come to meet what, in some odd way at least, was her little brother.

"Patricia?"

Abyss entered into the room, his yellow eyes searching through it for the one woman that was allowed to know who was below all the metal, blood and darkness. Then they found her, her and the child in her arms. Slowly he made his way towards her, searching for words but finding none. Abyss didn't had to be a mindreader to know that Patricia was less then happy, her face a mix of sadness and apathy. He knew all to well that his way of life was not suited for being part of a family, the hunger and violence keeping him from spending time with his girlfriend, to the point where he completely missed the birth of his firstborn.

Once he reached her the sith lowered himself for a quick kiss, before his eyes focused on the child and stayed there afterwards. Abyss right carefully extend, slightly touching the child. It didn't just looked like fear in his eyes, it was true, uncontrolled fear pumping through his veins. The fear of a man with great power, scared by the possibility of ending one of the few lives that mattered by accident.

"I missed you. You too."

 

[Miss Blonde]

It was almost haunting seeing Abyss come through those doors as himself. Not some vastly inhuman and horrific ever-evolving monster that consumed minds and souls, but the man she had fallen in love with. Though even then, most of his distinguishing features had been lifted from his flesh. No longer did he boast or was burdened with the broken bones and scars of past wars and battles, nor was he plagued with the advanced stages of darkside corruption that was slowly tearing away at his body. He was just human, at least cosmetically speaking. Deep down Patricia could still sense that monster lurking beneath the skin of a cloned corpse he wore as a meat suit in order to not frighten their child.

Slowly when he leaned down to kiss her, the woman's first instincts and thoughts told her "Don't be a queen." which she was sure to follow. Her apathetic demeanor broke for a moment for her to return the kiss. Even with one peck on the lips, her heart fluttered and she felt the excitement of being around Atton if only for a short amount of time. Even more so when he lightly touched the child that she so far had left unnamed until this such occasion where they were both in the same room together as flesh and blood. She held no biases against Abyss for doing what he did, it was the only solution for him to really survive without constantly swapping cloned bodies with rapidly degenerating DNA. So she supported him in the endeavor.

"I missed you too, and I'd introduce you to our son. But he doesn't have a name. I thought I'd let you pick." She said in a slight apathetic tone towards the naming of their child.

Yes, she was unhappy. But while she did suffer from this stagnation in her life, it didn't mean she wasn't going to ditch out on biting the metaphorical bullet. Patricia had done the whole abandon your family for a life of freedom and partying before, and it was something she wasn't willing to do again.

"You want to hold him?" She asked him even though she was fully aware of the fear he felt.

At worst he would freak out even more than he was under the surface, and at best perhaps it would help put things in perspective for him. That this was a life they created, that they together yanked a soul out of nonexistence and placed them into this life of confusion and flesh. Blonde was quite curious to see his reaction to it.

"Just be sure to support the neck." Pro parenting tip to not kill your child.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Again Abyss struggled for words, this time finding not even a single one. Picking a name was more then he had been prepared for, despite the fact that this question had haunted him since the day he knew. In the end names mattered little, he had given up his own for another when he ascended, but most people did not have such luck. Glory had chosen her name herself, but this child, this little, helpless thing wouldn't be able to do the same.

As an historian he had an obvious desire to pick one that had mattered in the course the galaxy had taken over the eons, but he feared that such names were tainted by fate. The names of the ancient lords were out of question, as only pain awaited those put on that path. The same went for the name of the old masters of the jedi, a way of light that was equally fanatic as that of his own order. All he knew was that it had to have a meaning. For a while he had considered Kane like the man that had been Atton's father, but he despised the idea of his son sharing a name with Darth Carnifex.

"What do you think about Damian?"

Abyss whispered the words, as much addressing Patricia as the small child in her arms.

Damian, a man of power, a man to conquer not the galaxy, but its people. Clearly the name was a bit heavy considering his desire to grant his child a fate less damaging and dark then his own, the name at least left room for interpretation. It was as fitting for a warrior as it was for a politician of cooperate chairman, allowing the child to grow into anything he would want to be, without the strain of fate upon him. Not that [member="Miss Blonde"] believed in any of those things anyway.

Carefully the sith lord, the being that had butchered so many men that he could flood whole cities with all the blood he had spilled, reached for the boy, slowly lifting him up into the air, while making sure to keep his neck secure and stable. Abyss didn't really was able to describe what he felt, the emotion unlike anything he had experienced before. He could feel the small, slight heartbeat within the human so fragile that a single mistake could break him. No words followed, but Abyss face grew darker as he once more silently contemplated if it was wise to curse an innocent child to life in the crippled, broken galaxy he had helped create.