Darkness. Wherever his single Golden black speckled eye looked with its glossy gaze there was darkness... but this was in no way due to the lack of light. A gaping hole existed within the side of the massive gastropod's head, seemingly devouring the darkness surrounding it. It hungered for sight, but it had nothing but an orifice to which it might harness hypothetical light that did not exist in this place. There was nothing but darkness here. Not even Zambrano existed here, except for the smokey ash that writhed with an unseen black void hiding within the all permeating shadows, holding aloft that singular Golden eye, which held within in it many marks of darkness. It no longer carried its customary brightness... as its sight like the eye that once accompanied it, was dashed. This was all very much like the rotten, twisted, blackened, corrupting soul within that killed the body it inhabited as it extended its life.
Zambrano
is afraid of the dark. This in of itself is a paradox, because here, Zambrano
is the darkness. Then one can assume... that in his deepest core, that the once shimmering light within him (long since killed by the suffocating smog of tragedy) feared and was disgusted by every aspect that had become of its soul and body. The diseased being, standing alone in the center of a place of institutionalized greed. Greed had once dominated his life... it had once upon a time, defeated his pride. That had not been his own greed, in the personal sense, but the greed of his legacy to follow. Though one might suppose that perhaps in a way, Zambrano was greedy. He was hungry. He hungered for the sight of blood, the opening of flesh, a trail of entrails, the carnage of death's havoc upon foreign bodies. In this form, he could not find the sight of blood, an opened wound, desolated organes, or a crimson mess upon the floor... nor could he see his own hands that held a bloody blade rusted of murder by the dozen. This all was symbolic of the dark ethereal spirit trapped within a vile body that had no recollection of the meaning of morality or decency, nor rationality. In every way, this obsession of the flesh stemming from his countless deaths shaped every aspect of his form and personality as an unfettered sadistic sociopath that cared nothing for his own well being except as the extension that allowed him to fulfill his lethally carnal desires.
The slug crawled through the dark, blind, yet in no way truly held back. He was denied sight, and was granted instead: the force. He would see without seeing, feel without touching, taste without licking, smell without knowing, hear without cause. The meditation he had relearned beneath the mass tutelage lessons of [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] had assisted him greatly in his development to deal with his blindness, which only served to increase his madness. He slaughtered in desire with no reprieve to satisfy him, unable to comprehend how he could not see and find pleasure in his acts of play. Little did he know, that his brain was repairing itself however, as Hutt biology is capable of, but in the mean time the loss of his sight had devastated the complicated and fragile psyche of the Acolyte. For the rest of this lifetime, how he perceived the world was changed, due to that nasty spideress in the woods. If he ever encountered it again, he would harm it without the means of play, but the means of silence. If he should no longer the means to see something in the act of stillness, then he would listen to it fall into silence.
Until his sight was restored, every object in the darkness was that dreaded spider, and he would stop at nothing to finish his eternal stabbing. He knew of course, through his other sense, both real and beyond his mind, that none of these delirious illusions of the dark were real, he held the capability within him to identify those things that surrounded him... but the Hutt had never been a rational being, and his delusions of the things he feared made about as much sense as his regular thinking. Creatures had stopped being friends, and now they were spiders. He hated spiders. So afraid of spiders in fact, he began to lash out on his favorite 'pet', Lovey
the Vaapad, because he could no longer tolerate its irritable scampering upon his back. An assistant of his removed the beast from his quarter's, but due to his asking for it constantly, had enough sense to merely put it into holding.
Due to his blindness, the Tournament owners saw to it that he had acquired his Throne as compensation for the loss of his companion... and also because it wouldn't be fairly entertaining if one third of the contestants in this duel were rendered utterly immobile. As such, the arachnophobic darkness fearing slug found his way inside the Throne, which lifted him up in the air with repulsor lift technology, giving off a humming echo throughout the cavernous environment.
Suddenly he heard a creaking noise, and despite knowing already that nothing existed there, promptly entered a state of rage and screamed at it as he raced over with his blade to bang it, before realizing physically that nothing was there. The scream could maybe be heard beyond the maze by the other's if they were perceptive enough and could hear through the din of the other echos present within the facility....
@Vi'kas Mirtis, [member="Alric Kuhn"]
