Consolidation Litanies of the Dark Side: Defiance

[Valia Muqai]

From Valia's perspective, all she did was simply free Kirki from her restraints. The gravity or consequences of such an act weren't on her mind as she was focused on one goal: escape. For she did not want to end up in the clutches of the Dark Crusade once more. She did not care how or where she'd go, all she wanted was to get get away. Nobody can stop her, she'd not allow it.

Otherwise, she'd make herself taste death once more.

Valia grimaced at the command that forced its way into her mind. Fighting between obedience or defiance, eventually making her choice by backhanding Kirki in the face. Even in Valia's current state, she was not entirely mindless or lost, not yet anyways. She refused to be commanded so easily.

Without another word, Valia rushed down the hallway to leave Kirki behind unless she follows. As she had done before, cutting down all those who dared fight against her with inhuman speed. Each dead 'marauder' gave Valia strength, it felt good, it felt satisfying. She did not notice any wounds on her body from blaster shots she had failed to block or dodge. One wound, a bleeding cut across her shoulder, was due to her grazing a piece of cut metal jotting out within the hallway's wall.

Valia would only stop once every marauder in the hallway was dead.

 

[Empor]

There was no stopping her.

Like a rabid beast, she cut through the troopers before they ever got to register her coming. Her blade swinging left and right, the stairs becoming a bloodfall, as more and more cut corpses barrelled down. The walls marked with evidence of the intense carnage.

Kirki stood at the very base of the stairway, passivelly observing the troopers descending, as Valia gradually left from her sight, reaching the top. Kirki's eyes burned with satisfaction. Her hand reached to the cheek still warm by Valia's backhanding. When many would feel anger by the act, Kirki could only trace pleasure in her veins. So far into her path of Defiance was Valia, her very sight had long entered redshift from any reason.

This was where Kirki thrived...

The witch knelt down over the piled dead. She caressed the white and orange plasteel armour of the dismembered troopers, as she slowly made her way up the stairs. Blood still warm by the fight, her naked feet embraced by the warmth, taking in the ecstasy of the End Times she had manifested upon Omwat, as it now entered a point of no return...

Her fingers traced a stain of blood on the wall. This was different than the rest. This wasn't polluted by faith, or hope, or duty....

No...

This was Malice bound in Red.

This was Valia's.

She brought her bloodied fingertips to her swollen lips, tasting it as her eyes rolled back....

She reached up, as her lips purred bewitching spells, further strengthening her diabolical incantations, now that she had Valia in her mouth; Her psyche subjected to her spells through no sound but the fabric of the Force itself, worming its way into her being through the fever of violence...

---

There was no counting the corpses that trailed Valia's path, as she made her way up the bunker. The higher she went, the more stiff the resistance. The troopers cared little for their own lives, each a sacrifice to her wrath. And then.... Finally...



The buzzing of the lightsaber halted the cacophony of blaster fire and screams. the figure was clad by a mist of black will and cloaked by feral malice. His face carrying not enough weight to even register.

"You...." his voice echoed. The very disturbance caused around him artificially twisting the vibration of his words, causing him to sound like the Dark Lord the false miscreation served.

"You have a heart drenched in Darkness... We should have known..."

His blade brought before him, as if to enter a stance yet indistinguishable by any a Lightsaber Form.

"You were no slave... You were a puppet... And now... Now, you die, as one."

The presence of the Dark Side overwhelmed the chamber. Pipelines cracked open, doors twisted and bent, while corpses shifted up, as if standing upright despite their lifeless state.

"Tell me... Do you fear Death?"

 

[Valia Muqai]

Time almost became meaningless in Valia's perception. All she could smell was burnt flesh and blood, all she could hear were their screams of pain or death wails and the singing of flesh caused by her lightsaber. Truth be told, Valia did not know what was happening other than it felt good to kill the Marauders and that she should keep going. On and on until they are all dead, they needed to die, her heart thirst with the desire for revenge for all that the Dark Crusade inflicted onto her, what they turned her into. Each fallen body quenched that thirst little by little as if she was a parched beyond belief finally taking a sip of water.

And she kept going, on and on, with no desire to stop. Until the cloaked figure appeared before her. Drenched in darkness, with a face too distorted and corrupted to even be recognizable to Valia. Even without the face, it's voice sounded all too familiar to Valia, and only fueled the anger already going through her.

"Me? Fear death?" Valia tilted her head, as if the question was some sort of complex riddle to be deciphered first.

Then she laughed. A dreadful sound full of bitterness, malice, and pain all in one.

"No, no.... I don't fear death. I begged for death, yet it does not want me. Perhaps... It even fears me, that's why."

 

[Empor]

The cloaked figure stirred. Valia's words not much as a response, but an invitation.



"I shall do as I ḑ̴͚̠̟̖͔̝͉̬̙͙̖̻͊̓̀͗̀͊̓̇̒̚͜͝ë̵͇̪̲́̀́̓́̈̍́̕ṡ̴̻̦̖͎̱̳̗̫͖̯͇̀̾̀̽͌̿͛͂͛̊̆̈́͘i̸̢͇̲͙̱̳̼̲͙̩̱͊̈́́̄̓̌̂̎̋ͅŕ̴̗͈̭̙͉͇̺̗̜̘̯̝̮̕̚͜ȩ̸̖̘̪̣͔͙̺̦͉̝̥̥͇̓͑͒̽̃͋̀͐̾͋͆"




His lightsaber spinning, as he enters a Makashi stance, bring the hilt before his shoulder, in a challenge to Valia.

In the background, far behind the dark figure, a large group of marauders flocked, each wielding a blaring blade.

"You will never reach them.... Sith... This, is where you perish." the figure proclaimed, before he reached out with his free hand, unleashing a powerful wave of unseen energy. Upon the shockwave's contact with Valia, her vision momentarily engaged by a blinding light, the kinetic strength of the wave itself capable to cast many a man against the wall.

The Marauders in the far distance rushing to the wounded shuttle, as if willing to evacuate the location.

---

The world shook, as the fabric of Realspace twisted and bled. The skies blazed with lightning, yet no stormclouds darkened the endless blue. The oppressive presence of something far too blasphemous and depraved loomed, drawing ever closer by the second, and the whole planet could feel its coming.

A light shined in the distance. A single blue line, descending from the sky in a trail of proton energy....



In the blink of an eye, the sky turned burning blue. Any who beheld the very source of the light had their eyes melted by the sheer strength of the Proton Bomb, while the long distance between them and the blast point hinted of few minutes before the shockwave eventually pass through...

"This is it..." the figure muttered. "Omwat burns."

 

[Valia Muqai]

Valia did not need any further invitation.

She cared not for the Marauders in the background, in that moment, she wanted the Dark Lord dead, to finish what was started on Karideph after so long and return to how everything was before. Valia desired nothing more than that, she was so close to achieving it, so close to finally escaping the chains that had bound her for years.

While the shockwave would have knocked back and pinned anyone else to the wall, Valia stood firm. Countering the wave of unseen energy with her own to keep herself from being knocked back, though she was still temporarily blinded by the light.

She reached out her own hand, channeling all the dark energy that she could through her fingertips. A powerful barrage of lightning shot out towards the figure.