Angel of Deception
-- Lord Kaine's Palace on Thule
After learning my way through the tortuous corridors of my Master's palace and familiarizing myself with the general populace -- servants and guardsmen, mostly -- I found myself returning again and again to the chambers and laboratories in the bowels of the castle. I took care to cover my nakedness on my trips, in case my Master had visitors, in robes of black or crimson or both.
In the dungeons, sith more learned than I pushed the boundaries of biology, combining ancient sith magic and science to wondrous effect. Sith Alchemy, they called it. I was no alchemist -- not yet -- but I enjoyed watching them work, seeing the pain and hopelessness in the subject's eyes, watching them break. They tried to fight the pain, to combat it, when they should've embraced it. Pain enhances -- pain transforms. These wretches... they knew nothing of pain, of conquering it. I could think of no greater pleasure than the suffering of others.
I was wrong.