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There are places in the galaxy that, if one truly wanted to live a peaceful and happy life, would be better left unimagined or dismissed as fantasy. There are places where no light reaches. Where the currents of the force are so blighted that no purity could ever cleanse them. These places that lurk in the deepest coal-coated blackness of the minds of beings. Yes, it is easier to pretend that they simply do not exist. Yet reality is cruel, and the thought that there is a place that Darth Cain, the Steward of the Dark Side, calls his sanctum and center of power is very, painfully, true.
Yes, this was a place strong in the Dark Side, a nexus of evil.
The room was little more than fifty feet square, with a single cot set off to the side near piles and piles of books and materials. Shelves lined the walls of the room before stopping at the center of the rear wall. At that point, something between an altar and fireplace stood, a burning fire the only light source and also the only iota of warmth in the entire room. One could see the breath in front of their lips in this place, and the darkness swallowed up almost all of the light inside. Only a foot of glowing halo stretched from the altar. At the center of the room a long stone table had been set up, straps of strong materials pulled over the body of the woman that lay attached to it.
Shae Vis was bound, a crown of some sort clasped to her head, suppressing her ability to touch the force. She had been stripped of all weapons and gear, only simple robes allowed for her. Her hands were encased in metallic cuffs that kept even her fingers from moving and even her head was restrained from turning or lifting. Helpless.
Behind her, prostrate before the flames, Darth Cain muttered a solemn prayer. The Dark Lord of the Sith rising only after finishing his reverent chant. He faced away from her for a long moment before rounding on his heel. His visage was...wrong. The illusions and shapeshifting magics he used to disguise what he had become were cast aside in this place. Instead of a man's face, six glowing eyes broke from his flesh. His skin was graying and cracked, pink crystal glittering out from within in places. Here and there one could still see the tan skin of the Corellian he had once been yet even it was marred with blackened veins. His mouth tore his face in half, sunken with needle like teeth jutting out from within.
"I apologize for taking so long, Shae." Came the blood curdling hiss from the hole that was his mouth. "Are you comfortable? It has been so long since we last spoke. Dantooine. You were so... close to falling. I am glad to still see you in your right mind." He whispered, walking over to the table and standing over her.
Yes, this was a place strong in the Dark Side, a nexus of evil.
The room was little more than fifty feet square, with a single cot set off to the side near piles and piles of books and materials. Shelves lined the walls of the room before stopping at the center of the rear wall. At that point, something between an altar and fireplace stood, a burning fire the only light source and also the only iota of warmth in the entire room. One could see the breath in front of their lips in this place, and the darkness swallowed up almost all of the light inside. Only a foot of glowing halo stretched from the altar. At the center of the room a long stone table had been set up, straps of strong materials pulled over the body of the woman that lay attached to it.
Shae Vis was bound, a crown of some sort clasped to her head, suppressing her ability to touch the force. She had been stripped of all weapons and gear, only simple robes allowed for her. Her hands were encased in metallic cuffs that kept even her fingers from moving and even her head was restrained from turning or lifting. Helpless.
Behind her, prostrate before the flames, Darth Cain muttered a solemn prayer. The Dark Lord of the Sith rising only after finishing his reverent chant. He faced away from her for a long moment before rounding on his heel. His visage was...wrong. The illusions and shapeshifting magics he used to disguise what he had become were cast aside in this place. Instead of a man's face, six glowing eyes broke from his flesh. His skin was graying and cracked, pink crystal glittering out from within in places. Here and there one could still see the tan skin of the Corellian he had once been yet even it was marred with blackened veins. His mouth tore his face in half, sunken with needle like teeth jutting out from within.
"I apologize for taking so long, Shae." Came the blood curdling hiss from the hole that was his mouth. "Are you comfortable? It has been so long since we last spoke. Dantooine. You were so... close to falling. I am glad to still see you in your right mind." He whispered, walking over to the table and standing over her.
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