Private The Commandments

[Delsin Shaw]

Valrayne...

It has been quite some time since I have last seen her. She had wanted to do some discovering on her own. She wanted to work with that whats it. The Agents of Chaos? Not really much of Chaos to be honest. They had a reason for what they wanted. They sought to just liberate planets from the larger galactic powers. Not sew chaos among the stars without any care for those who were around them. It was not what I desired. The Law of mother nature. The Commandments that were within every fiber of anything that breathed or moved. The Galaxy was yours to take as you wished. Even if it was to be in ashes and dust, then so it would be.

I could begin to feel my hand burning. The sigil brightening upon my hand. Even across the cosmos, I could suddenly feel her presence. One that I called onto.

"Return to me, I have need of thee."

I could feel where she was. I knew where she was. While i knew not of where she would be able to reach me, nor if she physically could, I knew I could get to her. And so, "The Winfrey" broke into hyperspace.

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Why was it here of all places? Why would Val be here? I knew she could handle herself, but this was not really the place I was hoping she would be. I knew she was still there. I knew I could sense her. She was close. Once more, reaching out through the force, I could finally reach her presence. Touching her mind gently.

"Valrayne, why are you hiding? I have called you."

I knew she hated the term of slave or servitude, and to be honest, I have never owned one such. However, she seemed to be hiding. Not answering me. Would she answer now that I was directly here? So close to her now?

"If you are in need, I can offer."

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

N A R S H A D D A​

The casino had been bustling, and I had been oh so successful.

It was almost a shame; my Master had me in a beautiful long, slinky black dress, a collar with a symbol that matched the pentagram across my chest, killer heels... My hair was done and everything. My task tonight had been to remain hidden, to practice using the force cloak he'd taught me, but never had I wanted more to be seen. Still, it had been a successful evening.

Now, I stood on the roof of the casino. It was calm up here, quiet. Lifting my nose to the sky I took in the calm, quiet serenity. It was nice to have a break from the business within.

Suddenly, I felt a shiver race down my spine.

Every fiber of my being suddenly snapped to attention, as if suddenly someone had stepped out from behind something. But... looking around, I was alone. The rooftop was barren, the space interrupted only by the stairwell and the old maintenance door, currently closed. My Master was still attending to his own business further down. For all I could see... I was alone.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the force. It was... a calling? A sense of some kind, like this unyielding urge to come, but where I did not know. My teeth clenched, a grimace taking my features. It felt, familiar, but why couldn't I place it? My brow furrowed, my senses beginning to reach out, to investigate this strange, alien sense that somehow seemed so familiar.

"Who... are you?"

My question was spoken to the empty air, the sound of my own voice bringing me back out of the accidental meditative state. Shaking my head, I glanced around, realizing with a start that I had been clutching my hand. It... it burned. I knew that it would burn, why did I know that? Holding my hand up, I saw the faint mark of... some kind of symbol.

"Ugh!"

Why couldn't I remember? Why did I recognize such a cold and terrifying presence?

What was going on?

Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

"Who are you?"

Who am I? She... Something seemed off. Something was clear that it was not going to be taken very well. It was going to be a difficult situation if she really didn't know who I was. I had to test her. To see if she really was Valrayne. With so many nefarious people in the galaxy, I could only assume the worse. Instead, I decided to continue.

"Valrayne. Felacatian. Sensitive within the force, and have a large Sith Felacatian named A'baal who follows you as a familiar."

The girl who I had endured pain, and almost got stuck in hell for. Was she really forgetting or just playing games. What made me believe she was not faking it, was she knew who I am. She knew what I could do to her. Disobeying me, her master not in name, but tied by the very force itself, was not something she would have done willingly, or so easily.

"It seems we have much to discuss."

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

I swallowed.

Every nerve and cell within me suddenly stood at attention as the voice in my head, the strange presence, spoke everything about me. Instinctively, my hand moved to my throat, grasping just below my collar bone. I glanced down, blinking. I hadn't worn the shard tonight. It's old and rustic looking, and my bosom was on display. Why had I agreed to that? I never went anywhere without A'Baal!

Yet... even with that shard hidden among my things back on Nicholas's ship... this presence knew about him. It knew me, completely.

"How do you know us?"

My question was timid, my voice wavering. I'd been so wrapped up in the event I hadn't even cast a second thought to not having A'Baal's shard with me. How had I been so stupid? Why didn't I have him with me? My fingers trailed up to the collar, a shiver racing down my spine as I recalled the memory of the sting and accompanying wave of pheromones. That... why had he needed that?

Much to discuss indeed.

The presence was dark, chilling, a powerful and terrifying being. Nevertheless, I felt... drawn to it, somehow, as if it was inevitable, as if... a part of me wanted to go to it... him. Him. My mind whirled, memories trailing into holes of darkness, as if something had been ripped out. An amulet, pressed into my thigh, a whisper, a kiss...

"I'm here"

Why call such a presence to me? One that made the air turn cold and a shudder grip my shoulders? My fingers continued to touch the collar, realizing I couldn't actually get it off, and the controls were on my Master's wrist. In truth what worried me wasn't that I had just invited the presence to me.

It was that I had felt entirely natural doing so.


Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

She questioned how I knew her. It was completely true. She had forgotten. I could feel her confusion and doubt. Yet... almost elation and anticipation. She wanted to heed my command. All done by the order I had given her. Her emotions changed. She knew what I spoke of to be true. I knew it wouldn't take much else to convince her to join me. To come unto my presence. As for such, I began to think of how to ease her into her role once more. While I never considered her a slave, or a servant as such the bond she had created, that is pretty much what it was. If I commanded her, she felt an unfiltered desire to follow such commands. Even if she may not like it. It is why I took so long to try and contact her again. I did not want her to feel as though she was a slave.

I wanted her to actually trust me, to understand I truly did not mean her harm. Yet, in her mind, she made the decision to do so. I still remember the day. Bleeding all over the floor with a pain I had not felt in years. This pain of fighting many warriors within the Nether. All to protect her life so that she may bind a life to her. Yet, at the end of it all, she used the wrong words. And my actions against her, with a much more powerful force presence, caused the spell to go awry. She found herself being bound to me, instead of I to her.

Yet now, she had no memory of such.

How to meet with her, to ease her into her role, the best way to do it would be in public. A location in which eyes could be on us. Why? So then she would feel safe at first. To know that I would not perform such actions out in the middle of random people. While it was Nar Shaddaa, if it was seen, it would be reported or heard about.

"Name a location in which you want to meet. O'child mine."

Give her the power to name where she wanted. Give her a local in which she had control over. Just so then, I could speak to her.

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

Name a location, O'child mine

Immediately, my mind kicked into gear, thinking of the best location to go. It was reflexive - barely even registering as a decision before I started to comply. For some reason, I knew I didn't want this to happen here... whatever it was, whomever this presence represented, I didn't want him and Nicholas to confront one another. Why? I didn't know. This presence knew me, what if... what if he knew something that Nicholas had taken from me? He wouldn't do that, would he? My Master wouldn't do that, right?

My head turned to one side, to the brightly-lit strip below me. Moving to the balcony, I leaned over, eyes falling to the bustling buildings all around.

"The Lucky Nexu."

I spoke quietly, my gaze fixed upon another casino, right next to the one on which I stood now. As my gaze moved up, I spied maintenance scaffolding between its roof and mine. My heart raced in my chest as I began to move towards it. It would be easy to cross to the other casino, slip inside, and lose myself on the restaurant floor. Then, when whatever this was was over, I could return to my Master and act as though it never happened.

A shiver raced down my spine as I deftly leapt from one building to the other.

The more this presence touched my mind, the more I began to feel something nagging at me, a gnawing sensation from deep within my core. Something wrong had happened. I didn't have A'Baal with me, I didn't know who this was and I should. My brow furrowed as I slipped inside the building and began making my way down to where the people were.

I was relieved that I would soon be surrounded by people. Wrapping myself up in force cloak, I slipped invisibly through the corridors until I found the restaurant, reappearing right as I rounded a corner. Thankfully, I looked just as at home here as I did in the casino next door. Glancing down at myself, however, I grimaced.

I looked like I fit in, but I didn't look like me.

"Find me in the restaurant."

I whispered to this strange, chilling presence. Lifting a hand to my neck, I gently touched the collar. Why did I ever let my Master put this on me? When did I become okay with such things? Why did he feel the need to inject me with his power, his pheromones, at will? I couldn't be that he knew someone would come for me,

Could it?

Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

The Lucky Nexu. Some kind of bar or club I would assume. Considering there were so many around here, I had a feeling it wouldn't take me long to find it as long as I looked around. Even as I did so, there were so many bars or places that looked closely related to one another. Making me feel a little lost. So instead, I just followed the signature of Valrayne. I knew she would be there soon anyways, and if I happened to run into her on the way there, then I would keep my distance.

As I began to come closer and closer to her, feeling her presence, I noticed something off. She was different. Not mentally, and while that could very easily change how someone in the force could be sensed as, I more so noticed that she had quite more considerable... aura around her. Almost as though she had become stronger within the force. Powerful within its darkness. But also... tainted. I thought it may have just been the considerable jump within the force, which is very much possible. However, with so much changed, I had a feeling there was more to this.

Eventually, I found the main entrance. As I began to cross the threshold of the club, Her voice picked up once more. To meet her at the restaurant portion of the bar. Looking to about where she would be, I spotted her. Yet she was... dressed quite well. An actual dress rather than normal street clothes, or that suit I had bought for her. I will say though, she could easily pull off the black dress she wore. The hair all done up, even the heels. I could see that she didn't feel comfortable in it though.

Either way, I stayed at the entrance. Letting other pass me by as she moved into a different section. While the club was rather impressive and nice looking, it was likely one of the more high rise places to be. Somewhere people with money actually went. Even so, I began to make my way towards the restaurant. Slowly moving forward. Letting myself bide my time to allow Val the time she needed to prepare herself.

Walking in, it wasn't difficult to find her as I had seen her only moments ago. Likely the only reason she would know it was I who was looking for her, was likely my presence within the force, or maybe a sense of Deja vu? Standing there, looking at her. I didn't say a word. The distance was kept for a reason. At a pace, I closed it so she could get used to me being here.

"I am sorry for startling you. I had believe that you were... of Sound mind. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Darren Shaw."

I waited a moment. Just letting her get used to me. I really didn't want to throw at her that I was her master. However, I had to keep my face from scrunching up. She reeked. While it was not an unpleasant smell, I could easily tell she was around someone else who was. They must drool over her and have no restraint when it comes to their actions around her. A pity they were so feeble minded.

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

He was close.

I could feel the presence growing stronger as whomever this was honed in on me and this place. The closer he drew, the more I felt the primal fear churning in my gut. It wasn't just the terror of facing some powerful dark-sided creature, like what I felt with A'Baal (although I would never admit it to the old cat), but rather, that dread a child gets when they've done something really bad... and hey hear Daddy coming home.

There.

A shiver took my shoulders, drawing my eyes to scan the room once more. Within moments I saw him. A distinct pang rang through me the moment I laid eyes on him; tall, athletic, pale-skinned and human in appearance with white hair and a piercing gaze. He was the one that was in my mind. I felt my gaze transfixed upon the man as he approached, keeping his steps slow and methodical.

Before long, he stood before me. My ears lay back against my head, my eyes wide as I peered up at him, my tail swishing warily behind me.

Darren Shaw

He would have seen my face wrinkle as I scrutinized the name. It seemed to echo in my mind, pulling on those black empty spaces, as though I already knew that, but I couldn't remember why.

"I... I know." I replied, "we've... met, haven't we?"

I could sense him - Darren - on an entirely different level than everyone else around us. Only my Master was so perfectly clear in the force. I blinked, reaching again to touch the collar as he came to my mind. It felt, wrong. Why did I have it? Why didn't I have A'Baal with me? Failing to stifle a shiver, I grimaced and let my hand fall once more to my side.

"I can't stay too long, my Master is--" here. Why did I feel like that was how that sentence was supposed to end? "--in the other building. He won't take kindly to me stealing away like this."

The gaze that peered up at Darren was almost pleading. So many questions, I felt as though I were beginning to stir from some drug-induced sleep...

... and seeing for the first time the cage that had descended around me.

Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

All I could afford was a nod in her questions. Specifically that we have met in the past. Nodding a couple times to bring it home that yes, we did in fact know one another. I was a... caretaker of her for a bit. She was barely more than a stowaway trying to get somewhere. However now, someone else had groomed her in my absence. However, I didn't understand how. She hated someone being over the top of her. She didn't want to be a slave. And yet, it seems she has become that.

Only reinforced when she mentioned a Master. Namely him being somewhere else. Closing my eyes I breathed in. I really did not want to start any fights. Nor did I feel like ensuing chaos as I normally would, on a planet that didn't quite deserve it just yet. Instead, I opted to be simple.

"Very well. To put it simply, I am the Keeper of your Memories. I know you to your very core. You lack much due to whatever your master has done to you. It seems, as though he may have done it, without your knowledge, or has wiped any recollection of such acts. I can restore your memories. I can restore who you are. The pieces you are missing."

Extending a hand out to her, even as I stood, Still looking at her, if her Master found out she were gone, then we would have to do this now, and quickly. However, I would prefer not to perform such acts in public view. I had gotten her attention in public eye. Make her feel safe, make her choose the destination, However, I had one last allowance for her.

"If you come with me, I cannot guarantee that you will be the same, however, you will be whole once more."

Still holding the hand out, I knew it would be difficult decision for her, and so I would let her natural sense guide her. She needed to make this choice. If she didn't... I would not force her. However, she would always have the itching feeling, knowing something could have been done.

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

There was a distinct dislike from the man before me.

Nicholas. My Master... It was his scent that followed me around, the pheromones and drugs from this collar I wore, I could tell that Darren had such distaste for it, perhaps for him for using it. Again, my fingers reached for it. The more time I spent away from my Master, the more thought I put into it, the more I wondered why I had let him put this on me. I hadn't even given it a second thought, just eagerly accepted the thing.

Then there was Darren.

It felt... as though he was... well the more I was around him, the more I felt wrong, as if something had been missing from me, and only he knew what it was or how to retrieve it. Before long the Sith said as much, naming himself the keeper of my memories.

He stood, extending a hand to me in offering.

I thought for a brief moment, staring at that slender, pale hand. No, I wouldn't be the same. Already I knew that much. A part of me was frightened by that. My time with my Master had been good - and some of it I had really enjoyed. What if I couldn't go back to that? But as I raised my own hand, reaching for his as I stood to join him, my thoughts turned. My memories had been taken from me, perhaps so that I would enjoy those times. If I had to lose a part of myself to have that life... then it wasn't a life that I wanted.

"Please take me with you."

An intentional choice of words; I sensed that this was a decision I had to make on my own. I wasn't simply complying to a request of Darren's; I was making one myself. I took a decisive step towards him, closer, perhaps, than was proper between relative strangers.

But he wasn't a stranger... I knew that much.

"Take me and make me whole again."


Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

She accepted. Not only that, she even asked with a "Please" I kind of blinked at first. Really thinking that it would have been harder to side with me. Nodding my head to her, she then closed the distance between us. Drawing close enough to me I could almost feel the heat from her. Her mind was twirling over itself. She had thoughts of what could be. I knew it. Just from her eyes. Pleading with me to show her. Indicating quickly to her that I meant no harm, I reached for her collar.

"If you lose the choker, your... master... will have a harder time finding out where you went if he starts to look for you. Also... Its rather distracting with you wearing his scent. Its nearly nauseating."

While I knew she wouldn't see it, The tip of my finger became extremely sharp. Cutting through the choker with ease. Letting it fall from her, I caught it and let it sit on the table we were near. The claw retracted itself into my hand and I then took a couple steps backwards. Explaining what I must do.

"To do so, I need to perform a ritual. One that... public eyes would not be accepting of. Do you mind if we go to somewhere more private?"

I knew I had her for the most part. However, there was still doubt within her mind and her very aura. Hell, I could smell it off of her. Just barely, but it was there. What she doubted, I was unsure. However, I tried to play into that heavily.

"I thank you for trusting me... Again. I know it is confusing for you, but we have known each other a while before you met your Master. What I fear is that he removed any and all memories you may have had before that. Including how you met A'baal."

Enforcing that her current slimeball of a Master was one she could not trust. He hid her past life from her because he wanted complete manipulation of her. He wanted her as his toy. Not as an actual companion. Someone who may have been cared for. Maybe showing her, and speaking about our past life, even in the smallest of senses, could continue to put the wedge between her current "master" and her.

"Also, what happened to that jacket I got you? Do you still have it?"

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

It was strange when Darren reached for me.

Instinctively, a part of my mind knew he was capable of such terrible power; something of which I should be deathly afraid. Perhaps... I had seen it, at some point, and while the memory was gone, the instinct itself remained. However, while my mind told me he was a dangerous man, I felt no malice as he reached for the collar; no danger or intent to turn that harm against me.

He cut the collar somehow, or split it with the force. Either way, it fell into his hands. I winced, a grimace passing across my face as the tiny needle was pulled from my skin.

My fingers moved to the back of my neck to rub where the tiny droplet of blood had beaded, my skin stinging from the needle point. However, as he placed the thing on the table I breathed a sigh of relief, wrinkling my nose a little at it. Now that I was looking at it, with the broken leather and tiny mechanism at the back of the neck, I shuddered. It was an object of control, not something I would ever have willingly put on... once. Darren was right, I wouldn't be the same once I went with him. But looking at the collar, I didn't want to be.

"Thank you." I said quietly.

Glancing around, I decided that private would be best. Who knew what memories I had lost? Who knew how I'd react to having them back? I hardly wanted to break down and cause a scene, especially if it would mean having to confront my Master with Darren right here, and explain everything to him. For some reason... I knew he didn't want me to have those memories back.

"You're right, we should... go elsewhere."

He mentioned a jacket, one he had bought me. Instinctively my arms moved to my shoulders, as if I'd find it there. My brow furrowed,

"I... I don't know." I confessed, "I don't even remember what it looks like. Let's go, maybe I'll remember where it is after... after all this."

Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

I knew some other place we could go. It would be easy, and out of the way of others. Plus, there would be almost no chance for us to be seen. I will say, the "ritual" I had to perform was really not all that complicated. However, it would be... extremely uncomfortable for her. Leading both of us to the elevator, I went ahead and hit the button to close the doors as well as send us to the top floor. Even if the stupid music was playing while on our way up, I looked to her. She did answer me about the Jacket. Unsure if she was able to remember what it was. I nodded my head. Likely was being held by her new master.

I felt a pang of guilt for seeing what she wore. The choker did have a needle in it. One that seemed to be directed completely towards her system. So he may control her completely. How could I have let her fall into his hands.

"I uh... will say, you do pull off that dress well."

As much as this may have been an awkward situation, it was my barely there attempt in trying to ease it. While she did pull it off well, her natural curves holding the dress, accenting her.. near human form. While her tail and ears were still poking out, she just... looked good. However, I was really hoping the dress was of her choice, and not that of her master.

"I mean, You look good. Much has changed to you since I last saw you."

She looked stronger. She could clearly handle herself much more than when we first met. While of course I would never want to be on the opposing end of her more feral form, I was trying to prevent her stress from making her explode into such a state.

"If you need to take a moment so you dont uh... Rip everything apart, you are more than welcome too."

The doors opened up into the last floor. Taking a quick look out of the elevator, it seemed like no one was hear at the moment. Nor could I smell anyone other than myself and her. Though, her masters stench still remained ever so slightly. Indicating the stairs, I made my way over to the door and opened it for her. Hopefully the fresh air would be better, and give her some time to calm down.

"You let me know when you are ready."

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

Darren led me to the elevator, and I followed.

As we stood inside the tiny space, I let my thoughts wander for a moment. To my own surprise, I found a smirk beginning to tug at the corner of my mouth, a cheeky little smile to myself. I'd noticed how handsome the Echani man was, of course. I figured it must be something he was informed of often, but for some reason, I felt a devious grin, as though my finding him attractive was some great secret that I reveled greatly in keeping from him. Maybe it was. So, although I could feel his eyes on me, I decided against letting him know that I found him handsome, in case it was showing some card that I had once held close to my chest.

You pull off that dress well

I blinked in surprise, glancing up to him. My cheeks grew warm as I blushed, averting my eyes and biting my lip a little. It was a nice dress, designed to show off how lithe and agile my people were. My hand instinctively moved to smooth out the fabric, and my blush only deepened as he went on, stating how much I had changed. A shiver took my shoulders at that. Good change? Bad? What was I when I last saw him? Who was I?

"Thank you," I replied meekly, gazing meekly up into his eyes for a moment, "I'm sorry I can't say the same."

Eventually we came out onto the roof, and the fresh air rolled across my skin and through my fur... well, fresh as it could be on Nar Shaddaa. Again, Darren spoke, giving me time to adjust so that the war form didn't accidentally come out. I nodded, taking a few steps out into the roofscape. I closed my eyes, raising my nose to the wind and finding a moment of calm. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but in those moments of quiet, I allowed my mind to cease its spinning - answers would come soon.

"I'm ready."

I turned back to Darren, taking a step or two towards him.

Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

Her face brightened from my comment. I was not quite sure what it was. Something I had did must have caused her face to deepen in color. A red over her face. Even messing with her dress when spoken of it. Even speaking of how she could not say the same to me. I understood what she meant. Almost as though she wish she knew me. As though she had a relation with me. It gave me the slightest of hope that she would return to me. While I would never admit it to her, that I enjoyed her presence, or openly state that she was anything more to me than this Master-Slave bond.

Taking a moment, letting the air whip past me. I allowed us to gather some distance between one another. I felt weird with watching her as she stood there. Breathing in the air. Almost as though I were invading her space. I kept my attention elsewhere for now. It was silence for a moment. I really did not want to do this to her. I would likely scare the ever living chite out of her. Speaking that she was ready, I shook my head. Really thinking that she was not.

"To be honest, you are not ready."

Slowly pulling my limbs from the sleeves of my dark blue jacket, I let it fall to the ground. Wearing what was a glorified vest, no sleeves, I didn't need to look at my left hand, but I knew very well that my fingers started to split open. My hands reformed themselves into tentacles. The skin darkening as the flesh fell away. I sighed deeply. Knowing very well it may freak her the hell out.

"I am not your... typical Echani. I know its... strange, but I need you to trust me."

Closing the distance between us, My right hand gently placed upon her shoulder. Left... arms all swirling around each other as I prepared myself to share the memories of what we had. Giving her the knowledge that I held onto. Our time that we had spent together. Looking to her, I was trying to be as gentle as possible.

"This will hurt."

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

Darren was quite paradoxical.

On the one hand, I could sense the darkness in him; a swirling, violent power. He was a dark creature, darker than me, and I had literally been tainted by Sithspawn. He was a predator, a creature with the face of a man. I couldn't pinpoint exactly how I knew this... or even what it was that I knew, still, I just... could sense it. But... even with all this about him; the aura, his darkness, he was gentle with me. He made sure to give me space, to make sure I wasn't feeling cornered or rushed.

He was everything my Master was not.

Nicholas was all about displaying his power, whereas Darren seemed more concerned with keeping his hidden. Even now, he told me he didn't think I was ready, a statement I both was grateful for... and kind of resented. Why? Was that part of what I knew about him? Did we have this dynamic before? The more I was around him, the more I felt the desire to know, to get back what my Master had taken.

He shed the jacket he'd been wearing, and for a brief moment, I forgot myself and admired the definition he had. The man looked good in the vest, so what? I'm as red-blooded as the rest of them. Bite me.

"I've sensed it... or... something" I assured him as he warned me he was not a typical echani. "I trust you."

Sensed through the force? Or perhaps from somewhere in the void of my memories? I didn't know, but at least... I was not going to be left entirely flat-footed. Still, as calm as I was, I flinched as he stepped in towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I kept my eyes up at his, my ears perched forwards and focused solely on him as his other arm shifted and changed, becoming a seething, mass of black tentacles.

I inhaled sharply, a gasp escaping my lips at the transformation. However, as the jolt of panic subsided, I steeled myself. After a moment he spoke, and I fixed my gaze on those piercing eyes above me.

"I've had worse. I can take it... Do it."

Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

"I've had worse... Do it"

I know she had felt pain. She had likely been stricken with many different kinds of pains. However, this would not be one that she would like. In fact, it would be very uncomfortable before it was painful. An ability of "Drain Knowledge was one where thoughts, and memories were forcibly removed from the person. Many times it was done through the force alone. However, that was removal. Implementing and almost changing the memories of people? A different matter all together. I would have to literally shove the memories into her. Keeping my hand upon her shoulder, I sighed lightly.

There was no easy way to do this. Doing so "Gently" would not work. In fact, forcing someone to remember something was not gentle in the slightest. The tentacles moved around her. Two of them wrapping around her neck. Making sure she didn't move the position of her head. In fact, it coiled around and forced her head up. Allowing easy entry for a third tentacle to slam into her mouth. Crawling through her throat and down into her chest. Not only that, but I had to reach her heart specifically.

A single talon sprouted from the tentacle within her chest. Cutting open into the free movement within her chest. I could even watch myself from the outside of her that the tentacle moved about her rib cage. opening it up much more than what it naturally should. Finding its way to the heart. Entering through the side.

Ṇ̨̛̖u̖̗͓̞͉͈ ҉̡̱͎͕͓͜ͅn̨̺̯͔̰͈̪͞u͎͚̪̪͘r̪͚̩͍í̛̥̰̱͎͞ ͇̥͈̣͈͈͙ą̭͚̳̱̰͇̥͘͝ͅn̞͉̗̞̯̖̰ͅ ̟͓͚̪j̩̱̘͈̙̰͙'̩̮̲̪̗͉͕̝͢u͎̰s̷̡̥̥̹,̕҉̝̣ ̡̡͎̘̩͉̪͕̩̖K̵̨̗͙̰͕͘ͅá̯k͉̻̖͔͕̗̠̰̀̕͢i̸͕͟j̧̱̩̜͞à̶̼͇͙̺͕̞̬͚̰̕ ̸̴̘̯̦̰ì̸̧̺̥w̧͏͇̻̻̩̬̖͇̝̮ ̷̣̲̪͍̝͔͍̟͠r͔͔͇i̧͉͜ ̧̛͓d̷͉͓͙̥̤͖̫̬r̯̠̯̞̝͟͝ǫ̲͉̦̣͡ś͏̣a͏̣͎r҉̲̫͔ ​

My tone changed. Completely different voice as though I commanded the force itself to will the existance of our memories together. When we first met. How I had offered to take her into the Netherworld. Our fight against my dead Wife, her capture of A'baal, and being tied to me through the force. As well as my attempts to aid her. Prevent her from being eaten by one of the Demons of Iego. As well as my memories since then. Being part of the Sith to aid them in Wars, Fighting against Jedi, or joining an ally that was Kezeroth with his attacks against the Republic. Joining him and our subsequent turning. Our dive within the Blackwing Virus.

She was mine. I was her Master. Her true mentor within the force. Not this man who feigned this control over her. The reason she felt drawn to me, the reason she had to obey my commands. She was my slave by bond. However, I did everything within my power to not call her as such. I did my best to treat her as a normal human being. I even shared memories of my younger self. Being a Slave to the Empress Ashin Varanin for a time. The Blood Mark of a Tattoo upon my chest as a marking that I was hers. I knew what she was going through, and I sympathized for her.

She is, and will always be mine.

"You know the truth, O'Child mine."

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

There was no way I could have prepared for what came next.

Two tentacles came up and snaked around my neck, tilting my head up and holding it still. A pang of fear shot through me, accompanied by the tiniest thrill of excitement. This was... new. I had no idea what was happening or about to happen. It was terrifying, yes, but also... brand new, and that was exciting. Nevertheless, my heart began to race, my instincts kicking in.

Then, suddenly, a third tentacle appeared, cutting off my scream of surprise as it forced its way into my mouth. My air was cut off as the cold, black appendage barreled down my throat and into my chest. I tried to cough and gag, to snatch what breaths I could, but it was useless. Now I was beginning to panic. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, my mouth and throat were utterly filled with this... thing. It tasted like darkness and fear. It moved around in my chest, tendrils finding my racing heart.

My whole body trembled and shook, convulsing and quivering as it tried to rid itself of the horrible thing that I felt snaking through my ribcage. Deep within my core I felt the burning, primal, desperate panic; the instinctive urge to draw a breath. I tried again to scream, unable to do anything, helpless as it found my heart...

and pierced it.

Darren spoke, a demonic voice not entirely his own in a tone that was utterly different to what I'd heard before. The language was Sith, but I couldn't understand the phrase. In my mind I let out a bellowing wail, a scream that even managed to come out as a gagged wince around the tentacle in my mouth. My entire body was rocked with agony, my muscles suddenly weak and my entire world reduced to that single moment.

It all came flooding back.

That night, alone in the abandoned building, when Darren appeared before me; fighting with him in the nether, the fear, the panic, the mistake... it all flooded back to me, a million moments hitting me at once, overwhelming the physical agony with mental trauma like a super-weapon going off inside my head. I saw Iego, the demons, the angels, I saw the jacket he'd mentioned earlier. Little moments that hadn't seemed important at the time suddenly burst forth, becoming the most precious things in my mind. I saw Kyrinov, the Sith lord who took me under his wing and taught me balance and strength. Beyond the seeing and hearing, there was the feeling. Darren had more right to my soul than anyone before or after him, and yet he respected the bond, and my space. I'd grown fond of him... and stubbornly refused to let him know that.

He was my true Master.

My head felt like it was going to explode, my lungs burned and my heart felt as though a thousand blades pierced it with every panicked beat. When finally the tentacles retreated I gasped, gulping down breath after precious breath as my knees buckled and gave out. I collapsed, reaching for Darren as I did, to grasp into him, not even to try and catch myself as to simply feel him again. I knew, now, I knew it all. Still panting, I turned my eyes up to his, reaching to cling to him even as my hands trembled.

"M-Master." I gasped. "My Master... I... I'm so sorry"

Delsin Shaw

 

[Delsin Shaw]

She squirmed and shifted. Every time she attempted to move, the tentacles would tighten around her neck. Two of them even wrapping around her chest to prevent her body from twitching too much. After I had presented my memories to her, I did my best to restore her flesh. Healing the wounds that I had given her. Moving it out from her and up from her mouth. Finally having the black tentacles releasing the hold upon her, She shook and buckled. Falling to her knees as my hand reformed into what it was supposed to be. A normal hand. However, the skin layer that had been there, was now replaced with a blue chitin, and scales. Dark blue hues and even blacks along the clawed hand.

I grabbed her shoulders as she knelt. Her own hands reaching out to grab my clothing. Pulling me closer to herself. She was almost breaking down. I could see and feel every emotion she felt. I knew for a fact that the connection was once more made. She was mine once more. She was home. Her words broken, coming through gasps of air and emotion, She... she spoke of an apology. I just smiled lightly.

"Do not apologize for that which you cannot control."

Holding here there, I still kept my distance. Licking my lips and taking a breath in to my chest. Trying to come up with anything else to say. Instead, I elected for something neutral.

"What you do, is your choice. However, I have done what I can to make you whole."

Slowly, I released my hold on her shoulders. The skin down my right arm slowly forming once more over the scales of my real form. Putting more distance between us,

"You make the decision for who you want to be with."

Faegard

 

[Faegard]

I was home.

Everything came rushing back. Even as the tentacles themselves retreated, as the assault was finally over, what they had unlocked continued to unfold and flow, taking me over from the inside. All at once I could feel it all coming back. My eyes lifted up to Darren's as he smiled at me. I remembered that smile, I remembered the slightly reluctant sigh, the patience he had with me. I remembered walking through the market on Iego, the way he protectively kept me from that charming demon. I remembered it all.

And I remembered what Nicholas had done.

Darren would have felt it - like an injection of pure rage. He had taken that from me, taken that part of myself. He cut me off from Darren, separated me from A'Baal... no wonder he felt the need to mark me with his scent whenever we were out. Pulling myself up to my feet, I met my Master's eyes with a steeled gaze of determination.

"You're my Master," I answered him, no hesitation at all.

Perhaps on any other night I would have teased him with that title, neglected to use it or made light of the relationship. Not now. Now, I could feel the vitriol spewing out into my aura. I hadn't chosen to bind myself to Darren, but he had treated the bond with respect. He used the bond when he needed to, but never had he tried to use it to change who I was. The bond dictated he was my Master... but he had made sure I hadn't felt like his slave.

Nicholas had done the opposite.

I drew in a deep, shuddering breath, a scowl upon my features.

"I want to kill him." I growled.

My fists balled at my sides, my heart racing. How could I have let myself fall into such a trap? I wanted to make it right, to return the deed. But... I swallowed. I hoped Darren hadn't seen my new memories, the ones with Nicholas. I wanted to hurt him, but I knew - from awful experience - how such a confrontation would end,

I know what it feels like to die.


Delsin Shaw