Eternal Father
Rain sloughed off the angular slopes of the Adamantinarx in thick sheets, pooling in great reservoirs around the pyramid's base before draining away. Thick acrid droplets congealed on the reinforced panes bordering the Eternal Father's private suite, a result of the planet's rampant pollution among the sprawling industrial cityscape surrounding the Black Pyramid. Wide canopy-like shields protected the exposed terraces and walkways within the Adamantinarx's purview, but nothing beyond it. The downtrodden and displaced of Jutrand had to scurry for their own shelter, or be burned by the deluge above.
Darth Carnifex rested like a coiled nexu, surrounded by the enormity of His domain. The desk set before Him was hewn from white wroshyr, which had been thought long extinct by the wider galaxy. A lone sapling had been discovered on Kashyyyk and uprooted on the Dark Lord's orders, transplanted into a private arboretum on the Malsheem. When it had grown sufficiently, it had been hacked apart to make this desk; a centerpiece of His office on Jutrand.
It was here when His servant found Him, Halcyon striding forth across the extravagantly wide distance to stand before His person. She bowed at the waist and then stood at attention with the meticulously drilled precision of a military officer. He did not once look at her, so engrossed as He was with His own devices. She was used to His indifference, and knew the subtle cues as to when she was allowed to speak.
"Your guest has arrived, Supreme Excellency. She awaits beyond."
Not a word from the Dark Lord, though the shift in the air forewarned that He was indeed listening. She again bowed and turned, departing in the manner with which she arrived. It would only take a few moments later for the doors to again open, and the Dark Lord's guest to be admitted. She would find the Dark Lord's personal space a marvel, the walls lined with various trinkets and objects both rare and mystifying. Many of them were trophies, and others had no discernible worth or importance to the untrained eye.
Only when she'd finally reached Him, did the Dark Lord finally glance up. The moment His eyes struck hers, she would feel the magnitude of His presence. Even just a glance was enough. She was in the presence, the lair, of an apex predator.
One who had set its gaze upon her.
