The Fall to Undertown

[Dredge]

The bullet hit the man dead in the forehead and his body lay limp and twitching upon the ground, he was gone. The Graug holding him roared in delight and soon others found their way to him and began to feast upon the once living man, hot flood splashed against the barely clothed woman and the feast was on. Dredge turned her head away to spare her the details of it, the gun in her hand was taken and cast aside and just like that he had made her kill. He had fed that darker nature and it would soon take hold of her until that primal savage nature became engulfed the once beacon of light and love.

"I'm proud of you slave, you have pleased me. And for this I will reward you with a bath." Dredge smiled evilly and his form of a bath was more than likely not a steamy hot rest.

"Drag her." Dredge said as he stood up.

Soon two Graug moved over to the woman who was silently crying and grabbed her by her arms. The two large Graug began to drag her behind Dredge and the man was whistling a rather dark tune as they proceeded through the tunnels. Dim torch light wavered above and after a minute of the Jedi being dragged they stopped at a chamber with an iron door and valve on it. The two thugs put the woman against the wall to the right of the door and Dredge stood firmly in front of her.

"They say your species doesn't eat, and can survive the vacuum of space, you don't need air. I find that rather interesting. So let's see how true that is. Enjoy the bath. I'll be back in a few minutes." Dredge chuckled and the door swung open to the room and the two Graug quickly threw the Diathim onto the cold hard wet ground bellow.

When she looked up the door shut and locked behind her and all around her maybe ten or fifteen different homeless men and women sat around the brick room staring at her. And before they could say anything untreated raw sewage water began to fall from the sky and start to fill the room. Dredge was going to drown them and make the Diathim watch.

 

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Ilanthria watched the people around her as they began to scream and panic. They rushed past the Diathim, and started frantically pounding on the walls and the door. As the raw sewage began to crawl up their legs, she pulled herself together, shoving the thoughts of what had previously happened to the back of her mind.​

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Ilanthria knew that there was no way out for these people. She could live without the luxury of oxygen. They, however, were doomed to a slow and painful demise.​

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She believed that all she could do was ease their suffering. So, she closed her eyes, and began to focus on each of their energy signatures. Using the Force, she made them each slowly sink to the floor and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.​

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She then made her way to the corner of the room and sat down in the filth. She brought her knees to her chest, hiding her face in them. Even if they were sleeping, she would still be able to feel them die. She shuddered as the tears came again. She started to sob into her knees as the water rose higher and higher.​

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Finally, she was fully submerged in it. The water was murky and disgusting. Her eyes stung, and she closed her mouth to keep from ingesting any of it.​

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She sat there for what felt like hours and felt each and every other person's energy fade into nothingness. When the final one left, she was in what can only be described as pure emotional agony.​

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[Dredge]

When the bodies gently floated to the top and all was peaceful the door to the room creaked and coughed open spilling raw sewage and dead vagabonds alike. As the corpses of the homeless piled onto the doorway Dredge stood on the other side a sick smile plastered on his face. He made her watch what to crush the light within her, and show her that no mattered what she did there was no saving these people. She was not a Jedi anymore, she was a monster and no matter what it took Dredge would lower her to his level. So a few Graug began to throw the bodies aside from the door and let their bloated dead bodies clammer to the floor as they were tossed like sacks of meat. There was no respect to life, they were simply trash to the Graug.

"Hello killer." Dredge said with a wide smile beneath his helmet.

The two Graug came forward and took the woman dragging her out of the room and onto the concrete once more.

"It's feeding time." Dredge said and clapped his hands.

Soon a few slaves were brought forward and placed on their knees in a line. There was a good idea of what he wanted her to do to them. But there was more to it than that, he wanted the woman to choose. So he worked his way around her until he was crouching down behind her, his crotch pressed into her back as he placed his hands on her vile and filth covered shoulders.

"Eat my little project, eat." Dredge whispered to her softly and his aura began to spike once more.

Darkside energy pure and evil began to radiate from the nexus and flow into the woman once more. Unlimited power pushed out of him and into her, it was real true power. He was giving her the strength to kill the people in front of her with a simply crush of her hand. He was giving her corrupting energy that could feed her darker self and let it come out, to have her let go and give herself to him and that power. He didn't force her to kill this time, he simply kept pumping that energy into her and with one soft whisper he said.

"Decide." He said licking her soft neck afterwards, tasting the blood mixed with filth to send shivers of ecstasy and agony through her.

 

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Ilanthria barely felt it when the Graug dragged her from the room. She too was placed on her knees as other slaves were in front of her. It was the monster's hands on her skin and the heat pressed against her back that brought her back to reality. She went rigid when his tongue once again traveled up her still bleeding neck. Her vision blurred again as it did before, and her darker self was there beside her.​

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<Are you not tired?>​

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Ilanthria shook her head violently, beginning to break down.​

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"No. No no NO!!"​

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<Why do you always shut me out? I am a part of you. We are both a part of each other.>​

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"STOP!!!"​

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<Just listen to yourself. Begging your own mind to cease the torment that YOU created. I can't just go away, you know. That is your fault. You cannot blame me.>​

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"LEAVE ME ALONE!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"​

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The Diathim went into a fit of crazed flailing, jerking about and trying to strike the Dark Ilanthria. This, of course, led to no avail.​

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<I cannot leave you alone. I AM you. This is your true form. Your final perfection. You must accept this.>​

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She began screaming, gripping her head with both hands and digging her nails into her scalp. Her golden aura began to flicker.​

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[Dredge]

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Dredge held the Diathim as she began to shake and buck violently, she was fighting. Perhaps she needed more assistance in the art of killing. Dredge lifted a hand was about to order to have her flogged, but then he noticed something. She wasn't fighting him, she wasn't lashing out to free herself but something deeper within her own body. A sick smile came upon the face of the demon and he needed to feed her more. Her golden began to flicker and the filth covered Diathim was losing the battle. He could sense the darkside growing stronger in her, manifesting into a stronger being than he could imagine. So he spoke, but not to the Jedi. He spoke to what lay deeper within.

"Shhhh that's it child, come forth and join the darkness." Dredge held the woman tight and his aura began to grow more with the darkside nexus pumping unlimited amounts of power. It was a literal wound in the light and it seeped power beyond the little Jedi's grasp, but not to what lay within.

"I sense you child, you grow stronger, come forth and taste the blood of these vagrants, taste the blood of my men." And as he poured that dark energy into her he whispered three little words that could make the skin crawl of immortals.

"Kill. Them. All." He said softly still pumping in all that energy to manifest this darker being to be born within these sewers. Within filth, darkness, and blood.

 

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"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!"​

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Ilanthria wrenched herself suddenly from the monster's grasp. It felt as if her body was being burned from the inside out. Her shrieks were filled with a pain so intense that even the slaves cringed from the sound. She writhed for a long time on the ground, her body and her face contorted in agony. She was fighting with all her might. But she could not stop what was coming.​

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<This fighting is pointless. You are merely exhausting yourself. You are gaining nothing from it. I can feel the pain you are putting yourself through....>​

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Ilanthria then grew still, her cyan eyes wide and blank as she stared straight up at the ceiling.​

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"I can't..... I cannot let you out. I know what you intend to do. I cannot let you...."​

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The orange-eyed woman sat upon her knees, leaning over the Light Diathim's form. Her hand gently came to rest on Ilanthria's cheek.​

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<You are a strong woman. You have done great things in your time. You have helped the sick, aided the needy. The Jedi have only ever been proud of you.>​

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The Diathim whimpered. She seemed so much like an innocent child in this moment as she cried softly on the floor. The woman's hand left a visibly burned hand-print on her face.​

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"I have worked so hard.... To live by the Light...."​

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The woman nodded slowly.​

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<So very hard. And now you are here. Enduring senseless pain for those who cannot be saved. I can feel the toll this has taken upon you. We both know that you will not last much longer like this.>​

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"B-but..... I must fight it..... But it hurts..... It hurts so much....."​

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<Sssssh.... I know. I can feel it. But you do not have to feel this any more. For you, I offer a single kindness. To lift this horrible burden from your shoulders. To let you rest at last. All I ask is that you let me out....>​

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[Dredge]

Dredge watched the woman yank herself free and start writhing and convulsing on the cold wet floor. She was giving in to it, this was it. That wolffish grin remained on his face but it was only a matter of time now before she gave in and that darkness within her manifested into reality. All it took was enough darkside energy to run a Rakata carrier but it would be very much worth it. To see something so beautiful and serene twist and break into just another monster like him, this was her true form and Dredge wanted to see it. So he rose to his feet and watched her writhe until going silent.

"You see my child, in the end even the brightest light burns out." Dredge said softly before raising his open palm at the near naked woman.

A fog of pure dark energy clouded around his hand and shrouded it. The fog danced and weaved through the air and it was time for the final touches, he had given her enough energy to bring down this entire section of sewer and she was super charged with that darkside power. Now he would give her the best of the best for his little science project. He had copied his memory through the force, all the worlds he had burnt, all them women and children he had killed and hung. There were too many to count, millions, billions, they were all screaming all dying realizing there was no hope. Species from around the galaxy all burning within the fires of his hate. Dredge lowered slightly and with that he placed his hand over her burn mark on her hand and let it go along with a bit more darkside energy. He let the memories soak into her and let her darker self see all of that death, all of that pain, she would have to break.

 

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Ilanthria could feel the dark energy continuing to pour into her. She was drowning in it. It hurt so terribly that she couldn't even scream anymore.​

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Her darker self continued to stare down at her patiently. Her eyes were still cold, but they offered some comfort to the Diathim. Finally, she could no longer muster the strength to fight.​

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"..... I will. Please. Let me rest....."​

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The woman smiled down at her.​

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<Good girl.>​

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She placed both hands on Ilanthria's cheeks, and then leaned down until their foreheads were touching.​

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Ilanthria's eyes rolled back into her head before her eyelids closed and the transformation commenced. She went a limp as a corpse, and began to levitate. Black veins began to crawl up her arms and legs. As they traveled up her skin, her aura started flickering as fast as a dying lightbulb. Ilanthria could feel herself detaching from her consciousness, retreating deep into the depths of her mind as a dark and sinister being took her place. She could no longer feel the pain, just as she had been promised.​

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The veins were halfway up her body when her aura finally gave out, being replaced instead with a purplish-black smoke. Her golden hair was transitioning to a deep indigo that appeared to almost have a life of it's own. Her skin became a sort of sickly pale color that contrasted with the rest of her being.​

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At last, her body slowly rotated until she was upright. Both the black veins and the indigo hair reached her face and stopped altogether.​

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She lowered to the ground.​

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Her eyes eased open.​

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Two glowing orange-gold orbs of corruption turned to face their new master.​

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Vishune had come.​

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[Dredge]

Dredge was in awe of the beauty that stood in front of him. When people think of beauty it is often synonymous with visions of gentle and luscious landscapes and creatures. But that just isn't so, some of the most beautiful things in this galaxy are the most deadliest and destructive forces of nature that have ever existed. And Dredge was staring at one right now loving every single view from head to toe. The dark energy hummed from her in a silent aura of female beauty and grace, she was perfect and for once in his entire existence every muscle in his body ached to slay those in front of him then take her here on the cold blood covered stone floor.

He pushed those thoughts back for now and he didn't want to spoil this moment by speaking to the woman, he was still soaking in the haunting beauty of the creature. So he opted for more indirect forms of speaking. Reaching into the force he focused his will into a telepathic working of the force and connected with her mind to create a two way channel between them.

"Welcome child of darkness, you are quite the specimen." He telepathically said to the woman before looking down at the three slaves and two Graug that held them captive.

"I want you to kill them all, the Graug, the humans, all of them. Then you and I will go have a howl at the moon." He said again telepathically to the filth covered Diathim.

He stood there that wolffish grin now returning to his face, he was going to enjoy this one. He was already relishing in the thought of unleashing a terror such as she upon the galaxy. Perhaps she would even live up to his name one day, and stand equal to his malevolence.
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Vishune said nothing. She turned to the five beings in question. All of them stared at her, both in awe and in terror. She felt the urge to crush the Graug's skulls into the ground.​

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In the next second she had the first Graug on the ground, beating his head into the permacrete with unnatural strength and speed. With a surprised cry, the Graug's bone finally shattered with a sickening crack, its blood flowing outward like a halo as the creature fell limp.​

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The second Graug stared in disbelief, looking to Dredge as if it was confused. It barely even had the time to gasp before it's head was separated from it's shoulders.​

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Vishune now turned to the cowering slaves. She picked up the first one with the Force. His entire body contorted unnaturally as he screamed at the top of his lungs. She crushed him from the inside-out before tossing him into the wall. The female slave was next. Vishune caught her by her throat and let her squirm frantically with her feet dangling above the ground. Only a single slave remained.​

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She towered over him. He fell backward, trying to scoot away from her. Vishune pinned him to the ground with her knees and dug her fingernails into his chest. What happened next was a truly frightening spectacle.​

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The man began to wither, as if all the life was being drained from his body. When she finally stood back up, he was nothing more than a shriveled mass on the floor.​

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[Dredge]

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Dredge smiled the entire time his men and slaves were slaughtered like cattle, it was was a wholesomely beautiful sight to behold. Only another monster could watch and see the beauty in it, the graceful motions of a lioness hunting then disemboweling her prey. And once it was all over the ex overlord began to clap his hands together, the iron clad fingers scrapping off one another as they did so. He continued the small little golf clap for a few seconds then slowly stopped until there was nothing but silence between the two. Dredge took a confident step forward and now that the carnage had concluded and her fall to the darkside had been complete he could speak.

"Very good child, very very good." He said in a proud voice of a loved one.

Approaching the tall woman he began to circle her as if he were a shark that had smelt blood in the water. He hovered around the fresh kill and the monster who had done them in, he watched and assessed her up and down. She was truly a beautiful creature and she did not deserve to be covered in such filth and be forced to wear such rags. So dredge slowly took off his helmet to reveal a war torn and tattoo decorated face. His beady black eyes starred at her and he stopped and clapped his hands twice. Soon a small cloud of slaves came running from the halls and towards them. Once they had arrived he spoke.

"These are yours now child, have them see to your every whim. Perhaps a bath is in order." He said with a genuine smile on his face

 

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Vishune eyed Dredge during the entirety of his admiration of her. Perhaps in the garbled depths of her thoughts, she found this male attractive in some way. If it wasn't his all-around grotesque appearance, it was definitely his Darkside energy.​

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Her gaze turned to the slaves that were assigned to her. She nodded once, both in thanks and in acceptance of his generous gift. Vishune then allowed her slaves to lead her further into the tunnels until they came to a massive door. Inside was a large (and surprisingly clean) bath room.​

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The dark Diathim stood perfectly still as the slaves proceeded to remove her soiled undergarments and thoroughly wash her body. They combed her hair until it was softer than silk and glossed to perfection. They then brought in new clothing and fitted it to her, even adding small bits of jewelry to complete the look.​

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When the slaves were finished, Vishune looked both ravishing and regal. However, no amount of primping could take away from her predatory eyes.​

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Once the Diathim had departed from his sight the man smiled and admired her slender dark form as she walked away with a small cloud of slaves following her. Dredge very much wanted a piece of that action, but he was going to show control in this like did with all things. Bringing this darker form out from this woman was his doing, he fed it her power and she was free because of him. And he could control her just as easily, he could have her kill or destroy because she was now his property. And as his propert he wanted her to be strong, he wanted her to be a wellspring of darkness and hatred.

"Lovely." He said as she walked away.

Moving back to the throne area he snapped his fingers to his men a few times and they knew it was time to depart, as soon as the woman returned they would leave together and she would begin her training under his mantle. She would carry on his legacy if burning worlds and leading armies that bent to her sheer malevolence. He would give her more than her freedom, he would give her power. So he waited for her as the Graug and Vong began to pack up camp, they had what they wanted.

((Sorry for the no post, busy few days. Remodeling the house, anyway thanks for waiting ))

 

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((No worries! Hope the house turns out lovely. I think this is a nice place to end the thread. Now we can move on to the others! So what should happen now? And, yes, before you ask, I do picture at least one fade-to-black coming from this, if not more. ))​

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((I'd say start her training on Dredge's ship. I will have the thread set up and I will be sure to bring more of creepy cat person anyway I will have that up by noon tomorrow and what not))