SithLore

Short post to get her acquainted. <3

Raven considered bringing the Force Sensitive to a Derelict, however, that wouldn't be able to explain the girls pickup, and she doubt Khairo would allow her to lie to anyone on the new woman's circumstances. So instead, the Miralukan hybrid begat the portal unto Slade's quarters upon the Harbinger, and brought him up to speed as the Felacation remain slumbered on the floor. Once he understood the situation well enough, the Hunter asked Raven a few more questions, however, Raven had illustrated she had attempted a way around a particular problem, only to run into explainatory issues. Nodding, the Xandir got dressed in some humble attire, nothing different from his typical outfit of black joggers and a black tshirt, and after he laced up his boots and fingered through his hair, he and the Phantom were on the move to Tormentous' chamber's. About halfway through, Raven gave Slade the body, keeping her sedated, and he hoisted her up on his shoulder, and kept walking. Raven accompanied him, her indigo cloak motionless as she levitated in a hover over the floor. Eventually, they arrived to the massive doors, past the onlookers, and Slade and Raven brought the body to the very front of the massive chasmic entrance, awaiting allowance within.

Those massive and ornate doors opened whilst the twin guards in their own ornate armor and menacing halberds stepped aside to Raven as they eyed Slade with suspicion and no small shade of mirth. Permitting the pair within the throne room - they were met immediately by the heartfire in the middle of the room. It was sizable and crackling with a tender warmth that belied the unwelcoming and freezing cold atmosphere. Eight stone wrought pillars lined the sides of the throne room with their own brazers of snapping fire escorting the central avenue to a mighty set of stairs - a single flight of twelve steps. Atop this plinth upon the dais sat to the rear of the room a mountain of skulls that represented the most powerful champions of the Sith Order and the most venerable foes of the same - a place of honor in a sea of nightmares.

Though between the stairs and the mountain of bone stood a dominating throne of solid black iron. Adorning this throne was a select few skulls of whose names were well known throughout the galaxy. There was one in particular that sat atop the mid point of the throne - it was what appeared to be a child’s skull though this child had been one of the most terrifying beings to have ever graced the galaxy before Tormentous had risen to power. Her death had brought forth a man who had gone far beyond the child and who had continued to consume the very stars with his gauntleted fist.

Upon the Throne of Skulls sat the devil himself. He was adorned in Sith Eradicator Armor shadowed by a heavy cape with the hood drawn up and over his corrupted head and face to cast his being into the darkness alongside his heart. Though his face was shrouded the features were unmistakable for he wore a mask over the lower portion of his face from the nose down over his mouth. The device glowed with twin lights identifying an operational status. From the deep of the cowl his eyes gleaned in the darkness. The left eye literally glowed with acidic yellow and was so full of power that those who entered his very proximity could feel his potential wrath and the promise thereof. The right eye - was white throughout yet for whatsoever it bore its gaze upon did the come the damnation of their souls.

In his left hand he held the pommel of a sword that had its tip set into the stone. This sword alone begat the terror of the Jedi - the hope of the galaxy. Its name was nigh holy within the Sith Order - it was the Jidai Maras and it was said that no one could touch the sword and resist its temptations though whosoever looked upon it could hear the whispered screams of 10,000 souls in unison - the fate of its victims.

Behold - the Master of the Dark Side itself. Emperor of the Sith Order. The Dark One.

Darth Tormentous.

Not again....

Before she had more than a millisecond to grasp the appearance of the phantom she passed out from whatever enchantment had been placed upon her. The rhythm of footsteps she was carried in set the mood of her dreams, the way she screamed and thrashed in the arms of the one who carted her away from the orphanage. It had been the sharp prick of the needle deep in the soft flesh of her forearm that silenced her then, her monochromatic eyes meeting the unsympathetic gaze of the one who held her hostage the last she saw. When she woke up it was heat, sand and sun.....the only thing that saved her was the fact that she was raised with enough sense to set off to take inventory of her surroundings before she grew tired. She'd found her Oasis and from then on used her upbringing to survive off of nothing.

What was happening? The first thing that her senses picked up was the difference in the air. The heat, the dryness, it was very very different than her Oasis. Cracking open her eyelids she managed to glimpse a peek of the two guards wielding halberds before she shut her eyes again, her heart thudding three times as heavily against her breast as she sucked in a quick startled breath. The last hint of lucidity she had was to snore, inhaling as deeply as she could to make it seem as if she were simply just a bit too heavily sedated. While the ruse bought her some time she used her keen sense of smell and hearing to gauge what she could, between the scent of fabrics and tile, burning wick and smoke, she was able to tell that she was indoors. Slow to take in much detail due to the lack of intelligence over instinct was she realise she was being carried just as the hunter lowered her to the floor, her right eye slipping open to catch a hint of Indigo before rolling upward to catch brief sight of the seated figure on the throne. Without even knowing why she gasped every muscle in her body tensing up as she sensed the rage wafting off the hooded figure, her eyes falling shut again as his power washed over her skin bringing goosebumps to the surface of her flesh. With a sound that started as a desperate mewl and ended in a feral snarl displaying the ferocity she carried she'd passed back out again, helpless to her kidnapper's plans once more.

Slade had cast a single glance to Raven, a brow slightly raised as though to ask the miralukan hybrid if this was worth the trouble. Raven only gave a near imperceptible nod before she vanished, her duties complete with the capture. She had faded before their very eyes, atomizing into the effect of the Force before invisibly wafting to complete her duties that were expected of her sector within the Dark Council. Once Slade was left alone with Tormentous and the feral woman, he rolled her onto the floor, his puzzled look coming only after he paid homage to the Dark Lord. His familiar chested forearm bow greeted the older mirror before he spoke.

"She was found on Jaguara by Khairo, taken by Raven, and is Force Sensitive. No family was found with her, and she was alone. Jousted with Khairo's scouting party before being slumbered," he met the eye of the titan, gold to gilded. He kept his voice steady, and his baritones, apathetic, even. "and brought to you."

Slade wondered if she spoke galactic basic, or her native tongue. She was undeniably vocal with her instinctive sounds, even while she had been sleep, but he couldn't discern much from the sounds. She seemed bipolar, but what Felacatian wasn't?

He stood from his throne and in a cloud of cascading Darkness he descended the steps to stand just in front of the kneeling Hunter. For a moment or two the Dark One stared not at Slade but at the fallen feline. He wondered exactly what it was, he’d never seen such a beast and he had traveled the galaxy thrice over. What wonders beheld this universe to constantly bring unique races before him. Yes - this would make a fine specimen, its slave labor as a house pet perhaps. Then Slade reported that it was Force Sensitive. Intriguing - so it was sentient. AND it was of value. “You have done well,” he paused deliberatly and turned his gaze to fall on the outcast Sith Lord, “Hunter.”

“Rise.” He commanded and allowed Xandir to achieve his height. Tormentous searched the surface thoughts and caught the very questions he himself was curious of - was this thing capable of more conscious thought than a mop? Apparently it had been able to fight Lord Khairo’s men. He took a knee and grabbed the Felacatian by the hair, lifting it up from the cold floor and looking into its face. For a creature it was beautiful, the clashing colors were roughed up and scattered from its ordeal but the features were sleek and fine. Tormentous snarled and set the face back down on the floor where he picked it up in his arms.

She weighed an ounce to his strength. Her petite frame fit easily in his arms as he took her from the throne room and into his training room where he deposited her carefully. He suddenly realized he was thinking of her as a person now with a pronoun instead of simply an IT.

Once he’d set her down he set his giant hand on her face. (Alter Flow) Touching the Force he commanded that it respond to his will and so it did - flowing from his own energy field to touch her’s and shift the Force that dwelt within her. Her mind would feel the shift in the Force and it would hopefully drag her from whatever disastrous state that she was in. He needed to check her out and see if she was really worth his time - or was she just a lucky alien that happened upon the Force by mistake and fitting for the Dark One to just toss into the food trough for Kraujas Ntima.

Her back hit the wall driving the air from her lungs but she knew better than react. The only signs that it had hurt was the trembling in her lips and the way her pupils dilated, the gasp that rushed from past her lips silenced quickly by pressing them together. There was no recollection of how she'd gotten near this man, this horrible brutish man who masked his face but not his emotions as he tormented her. Elisii could feel the sneer on his face as he spoke to her.
"You're quite good at masking your physical reactions to pain but you are horrible at controlling the way you respond emotionally, I can feel your rage. Come at me kitten, I dare you"
The words brought a scream from deep within her chest as she flung herself at him only to hit an invisible but solid mass before she got anywhere close to touching him and sank to the floor dazed. "Life lesson.....be smart in your attacks when you're fighting. You'll always be smaller than your opponent but you can be so much stronger than most"

What roused her from unconsciousness was hitting the floor the pain from that and the roots of her hair a shock to her system. Oh she'd kill these guys.... Gritting her teeth she focused on the man from the ship's words as they echoed hauntingly inside of her mind, reminding her to be aware of her emotions which she deemed in the moment qualified as enraged. It was only the relentless exhaustion that kept trying to pull her into dreams that calmed her quickly and Elisii would have passed back out again if not for the snarl from above her which sent her heart leaping, pounding in her chest as he lifted her up. The felacation could tell this was no longer the man who'd taken her from her kidnapper but rather the one who'd radiated darkness and malicious intent from his throne, A man with powerful enough presence to make her genuinely concerned about the situation. A low growl rumbled within her chest as he moved her away to somewhere where they'd be alone, the amount of concern increasing and mixing with a potent cocktail of anger and fear at the question surfacing internally: What would be done to her?

The rush of emotion was met with a stronger physical need to sleep and she'd have slipped away to her dreams if not for the hand at her face. The rush of power probably would have caused a different reaction in the cat woman if she hadn't already been awake but the foreign sensation mixed with the fact he drew her Force to the surface sent everything she'd been holding back flying out. Sitting up with surprising speed while tucking her legs up to her chest she aligned the balls of her feet with his chest snarling at him and kicking outward with everything she had including the untamed force energy within her. If she connected it wouldn't do her any good for the use of rage, fear and pain to weaponize the Force often left her far weakened then it would if she were able to control herself. "What did you do to me? Who do you think you are?" she had some semblance of an idea based off faint memories, he was clearly part of the Dark Side...the Sith though she hadn't been part of any society for so long this assumption was based off the emotions and intent she sensed within him....she didn't think anyone good would be so dark.

The Force stirred within the heart of the Felacatian and it woke her from her drug infused coma. She was awake and that was good. (Danger Sense) He felt the attack before she even drew her knees up to her chest. He saw her fury and it was magnificent. It was fuel to his own vile heart - her hardship and her reactions - he wanted more. Darth Tormentous could have prevented her strike in totality, slapping her feet away or even catch them and toss her aside. But why? Why end this before it began? Why not give the girl a little hope - before tearing it away and showing her how hopeless her situation really was.

Both feet landed into his chest hard and she bounced off but not before knocking him backwards. He wore durable armor that was made to withstand far more than a simple kinetic blow from a young girl. But the impact was imbued with an unrefined and uncontrolled energy. When she kicked him his armor did not dent or anything so ridiculous but the blow felt as if it penetrated his armor and avoided it altogether. Even so Tormentous was huge and his capability to take a blow was unquestionable - that said he felt the bruising already and the wind sapped from his lungs.

Obviously he couldn’t let the damage show and so he planted a fist on the ground to steady himself and adjusted his breathing accordingly. The little scat had got him pretty good. Then it was that he realized her potential. If an untrained Adept was capable of tapping into just a sliver of the Force and producing the elements of an advanced technique - even though it hadn’t worked to perfection of course - then how powerful would she be once trained?

As the moments flashed forward he smiled beneath his mask and looked up from the ground and right into her feral eyes. She spoke - there it was. She not only knew Galactic Basic but could speak it fluently. Already she was proving a fascinating little creature.

He stayed on one knee as he looked to her and responded. “I woke you.” His voice was metallic from his mask but even the mask couldn’t hide the gravel inflection. He was a dangerous man and even his voice held the promise of exactly that.

She demanded his identity. Unfortunately for her, she was in his house - not the other way around.

He rose to his full height and towered over the feline letting his cape flow down and cover his person once more. “I will enlighten you, girl. Now pay attention and don’t try anything you’ll regret.”

“Force Sensitives in this galaxy are of an exceptional rarity. So much so that when one is discovered my agents will seek them out and bring them to me even at a great cost to themselves.” He eyed her intently and soaked in her fear and confusion. It was intoxicating as he fed from these emotions, drawing more power from the Darkness beyond the void. Imagine the taste of her emotions if she was terrified!? He had half a mind to do just that and turn her into a terrified wreck for the rest of her existence - but he had better plans for this minx. “You, my dear, just so happen to be one and as such it has set you apart from the mundane and the insignificant. Your value has increased - you have a worth that people would kill for - that I would destroy worlds for.”

He gave her a moment to soak that little bit of information in. Alright so she was worth a lot in value. Now would come the catch. With this potential came the want of others. “The Empire would hunt you down and kill you. Pirates would sell you into slavery to the highest bidder or worse - to the Hutts. The Alliance would send you to the Jedi to become a pacifist monk.” He paused and narrowed his eyes at her. “But I will not do these things.” He clenched his fist and flex his arm for emphasis. “I will show you true power. Those that had wronged you, kidnapped you and drugged you - if you would only listen then I will give you the power to prevent that from ever happening again and to take revenge for whatever they had done to you.”

His hand lowered to his side and he looked at the girl, taking a few steps towards her. “Unfortunately though. The choice is no longer yours to give. From this day on - you - and your life,” his voice deepened with all seriousness, “belong to me.”

Furry tufted ears twitched at the exhale of breath he made a gleam coming into her eye that was arrogant and wicked though she was smart enough not to form a cocky smirk, as satisfying as the sight of him being sent backwards was he was dangerous....only a true fool would mock a man such as this. It didn't take her very long once woken up to realize she had been brought into a place that was so out of her element she was screwed, truly optionless though she'd never think the word helpless until she was faced with no option other than death. Whoever this gold eyed creten was the expression in the way he met her gaze drove a shiver down her spine which she hid from him by straightening up, her chin jutting outward only making her seem like a petulant child under his scrutiny. Apparently he'd decided to not simply stare at her like she was a bug under a microscope deeming her with an answer that was anything but helpful "Thank you King Obvious" she replied without much emotion in her voice aside from boredom the aggravation beating out the anxiety once again at least until he stood up standing over her. Elisii looked up at him with the same unfazed expression though her breath caught in her throat with a hitched gasp at the proximity, the threatening words being taken seriously for she was not an idiot and did not want to lose her life before she had a chance to take it back. Lips twitching over her fangs for a slight second as she contemplated trying to fight him off again there was an internal battle that lasted all of five seconds before common sense won out and she nodded slowly her eyes still fastened to his refusing to give all of her pride away to a stranger.


It was fortunate that she had as much self control as she did because what he had to say sank deep into the core of her being. What little the Felacation had recovered of her childhood gave her enough that she'd stopped trying. Where she came from or at the least in her family the Force was unheard of except by name and definition, it was taboo and feared when it had ever showed itself to the feline race which wasn't more than once or twice in her family's lifetime. What had brought her to the horrible man then to her Oasis was the fact she was a freak and a monster.....yet here this absolutely intimidating man stood telling her she was gifted and rare, something everyone wanted, something he would wreck havoc for. To say that her fear evaporated was an understatement, her entire demeanor changed and she relaxed in the man's proximity her eyes looking him over in new light with a thoughtful purr as he continued. The other options sounded pretty horrible though internally the self assured felacatian was quick to point something out before he'd even finished "Nobody touches me without regretting it" her declaration was paired with a quick smile displaying sharp fangs as she thought about the recent spat with that Shistavanen....man she wished she could have made him howl.

Noticing the smallest movement from him she looked up bracing her hands on the edge of the table she sat on, tensing up as he drew closer announcing that he was taking her for himself. Was he considering this a threat still? After offering what he had her view of the brutish commanding figure changed drastically, she knew him for a Sith by now it was easy with the context and though she had never cared much to call herself good or evil the allure of power and potential revenge was a drug. This stranger offered to give her more than she'd ever had...."I'm not a pet and mind you I don't take kindly to demands....but you have offered me something beyond anything i'd have seen otherwise and I assume you have the resources to follow through on making me powerful so you don't have to demand anything from me. Consider my loyalty yours Sir. I am Elisii Wylcott" unsure whether or not extending a hand was proper she just kept them at her sides and gave him a short-lived tilt of her chin figuring relinquishing some pride in exchange for respect and gratitude was due.

Her snarky retort urged him to box her ears for her trouble. But he refrained. There was no need, let her gather up her arrogance and pride. They were powerful tools and he would use them against her for it - or he would teach her to use them in kind. Knowing she had no other alternative though he knew already that he’d not need to punish her for the things he would show her would mean lifting her up from the mud - from the near slavery she was shoved into - and bringing her up to a position where she would be a goddess unto all the lesser races of the void. Those men who’d harmed her would fall to their face and kneel before her. Entire worlds would beg for her happiness at the mere mention of her name. If only she had the fortitude to survive the training and the wit to keep her mouth shut and remain in the good graces of her new Lord.

“Nobody touches me without regretting it…”

These words held promise. “I believe you.” He replied simply. Her pride was so strong and her spirit was even stronger. He had no doubt that had she the opportunity she would rend the lives of those that had done her wrong. He could feel it in her heart - she was a killer even if she’d not killed before. It was in her blood. A feline creature was meant to draw blood. Cats of all sizes and shapes were natural born killers. This beautiful Felacation was exactly the sort he was looking for.

Her mood changed with the tides going from defensive to intrigued to having an almost terrifying lust for the things he promised. Power, revenge. They filled her mind with so much that he knew he needn’t say another word and this girl was already his.

Tormentous ignored the comment of her defiance to demands. It didn’t matter her stance. What was more important here was her loyalty whether it was willing or not. He could work with an unwilling student, their hatred for him for the things he’d put them through was an amazing teacher. But to those that wanted the elements of this life, the willing ones, they were the true Sith this galaxy came to fear. He could also sense her uncomfortable mindset shadowing the words ‘good’ and ‘evil’. He of course knew that it didn’t matter the motivations of what was good or evil. Once started down the dark path - forever would it dominate your future. The Dark Side of the Force had a way to creep up on you like a cancer and eat your insides without you even knowing until it was already too late.

Though her next words nearly derailed everything. “I am Elisii Wylcott……..”

Darth Tormentous’ skin tone was already pale from the heavy corruption on his body. As soon as the name Wylcott descended to his ears he had to of been cast at least another shade paler. The name Wylcott was synonymous to him with disaster. He was once known as a man by the name of Jacobi Wylcott, a Mandalorian Warlord and so very much more. Jacobi was Tormentous’ one true threat to his existence. Now - there was another Wylcott!?

Perhaps a surname? Maybe she was but a harmless soul with a surname passed down from generation to generation. Wylcott was Mandalorian in origin after all - she could simply be a distant relative or descendant of that once glorious Clan than had been folded into the Great Clan Ordo. His eyes narrowed at the delicious thoughts of Elisii being a child of Jacobi’s or even better a lover that had taken his name. How he could absolutely destroy Jacobi by bringing one of his treasured ones to ruin. Jacobi was known to be passionate of family in equal measure as he was a literal deity of the battlefield. If by some chance this precious Felacatian belonged to him emotionally then Tormentous had just happened upon an absolute treasure.

Of course there was no way currently of knowing without awakening the Mandalorian’s spirit which dwelt deep within the binds of Tormentous’ mind. And he wasn’t about to awaken that bastard for to press him back into a dormant state was a difficult and arduous process. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie.

No - he would not kill Elisii. He would keep her. He would train her. He would make her a stunning and magnificent terror to behold.

She mimicked a slight form of bow at the tut of her chin. This was fine. Tormentous had never once demanded anyone bow to him. It was the glory he gave to his people and the power he granted them - those great and powerful boons gave them the want to kneel before him in respect. In time Elisii would do the same. It was the way of things.

He didn’t care about being rude or not. Though, he needed her to understand him fully here in these next moments if she was to truly shine as he felt that she could. He decided a proper introduction was worth her attention. “I am Darth Tormentous. Dark Lord of the Sith, Emperor of the Sith Empire.”

“I am at your service.” The way he ended that phrase warned that to ask anything of him and there would be a price to be paid.

The pause between her name and any response was a few beats too long and she honed in on that, her eyes studying his searching for any sign of the reason why he'd be taken back her name. It was a beautiful name but to bring this guy up short seemed a bit much even one with her pride to think the cause. Remaining silent she refrained from giving in to the impulse to ask what was wrong and instead began to look herself over, uncomfortable with the realization her desert clothing was disgusting compared to his armor. When he did reply it was written clearly across her face that she'd had no idea who he was in entirety, her eyes shot wide open and a slow exhale hinted at the knowledge being a shock. A bunch of thoughts ran through her head but there was one that stuck and echoed repeatedly.

She'd kicked the Emperor of the Sith Empire to a crouch. She'd....kicked....

Where a smart woman would have done something to apologize she damn near laughed mainly out of shock rather than pride. Swallowing back the shocked laughter she dropped her gaze and pinned her ears back against her skull displaying the growing regret as she sucked in a breath, pulling herself together and sliding off the table displaying just how small she was compared to him. Though her eyes darkened and the muscles of her jaw flexed from how hard she clenched her teeth she swallowed her pride and looked him in the face, clenching the fist of her right hand and crossing her arm across her chest in a makeshift salute that was much closer to proper respect. Elisii would never be caught dead kneeling unless he'd come at her in a way that demanded she relinquish her sense of self but she now knew better than to give a curt nod "I....did not know Emperor Tormentuous" there was no apology in words for the kick but the regret was in her tone, she believed it would be a disgrace to apologize for what she'd done....surely it had made an impression on her new Lord.