Consolidation Litanies of the Dark Side: Hell Within

[Valia Muqai]

Valia felt like an empty shell limping through the halls, following her newfound dark master. Nothing felt the same, the pain didn't matter, her heart felt like cold ice as if it were an empty void in her chest, though she can very much still feel its presence. Nothing felt completely real in that moment, like a terrible dream that will never end. While she had accepted her new fate, the sheer weight of it still hasn't settled fully within her mind and conscience.

The longer they continued on through the ship's winding halls, the more she heard the cacophony of screams echoing through the halls. She hated them before as Roshia, and she still hated them as Valia, but for a differing reasons. They were horrifying before, now she considered them to be irritating to no end, yet painful at the same time.

She did not give a final glance at Eosfor as the blastdoors opened and she walked through.

 

[Eosfor]

@Valia Muqai

Screams...

Countless Screams...

As the blastdoor openned, the view beyond the transparresteel unravelled itself in a way so despicable and perverse, the Force herself was torn and Wounded. Like a million candles flickering in the darkness, untold catastrophe manifested in the form of a burning world, subjected to orbital bombardment from the hulking warships that loomed over its atmosphere. The scent of burning matter and cries of desperation echoed loud enough from the surface, still quaking in the aftershock of the xenocide, they became audible through the fabric of the Force.

Countless dead. Countless dying. Countless locked in a perpetualized state of burning agony, as the skies blackened by sulphur and corrosive chemicals. The seas boiled while beaches turned to glass, instantly trapping the melted creatures that had thought they escaped the purges into infinity, deformed and fused with the black earth below. The artificial air vomited out of the life support systems became vile. The Dark Lord's oppressive aura gone, and yet, in its absence, little else survived besides agony and pain.

Hell had come for the world below.

Nameless.

Hopeless.

Never Mourned.

Black tendrils reached out from the Void, unseen and unreal, as if manifestation of Fear and Corruption, rather than anything the physical world could conjure. They stretched and twisted, as if craving to feast upon the world's end, and yet the wicked will of the Dark Lord denied them their so foul a wish. All who perished would crawl into the Abyss. All who resisted would suffer His wrath. All who hoped, shall despair.

There is another path no longer, Apprentice.

Each of his words a piercing bolt made of hate. His voice a fountain of malice far too long contained in a casket of obsidian.

You shall heal. And then... Then, your path begins...

Until the Stars Fade.​

 

[Valia Muqai]

The pain, despair, fear, and grief reverberating through the fabric of the force was still felt within her very heart and soul. Not just sense it, but smelling the burning and hearing the screams of lives lost, even if distantly, they were still present. It reminded her of Karideph once more, running through the death that surrounded her, until she reached the very end...

Valia had remained stoic and emotionless since her fall not too long ago, reeling from the emotions of her newfound identity. Yet, as she stared down at the burning planet below, reminded by the brutality and bloodshed she had experienced. A hand to grip at her chest, over where the Dark Lord inflicted the wound that had killed her. She winced, expression twisting into one of pain, her breath quickened.

Yet, she did not avert her gaze or move away. Nor did any tear fall from her eyes. No. The Dark Lord right, there was no other path. There was no numbing the pain, no running from it, no fighting it.

It was a fate she was now forced to face and to endure.