[IC] A'tul's Holo-Diary (Not Available IC)

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 3: Destruction

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The comm opened, revealing what would be the Echani male once more. His hair had grown since the last he spoke once again, his expression revealing his embedded tattoo's clasping to his pale complexion. Though this was not the same man in its entirety. His eyes shun a sort of orange instead of the last amber, his pale skin grew more pale with the sign of veins creeping away from his eyes. This was a man who had fallen deeper into the Dark Side of the force. He was stood, adorning a new set of armaments to compliment his slick, yet athletic form, one hand guiding the holocom before him via the force and the other gripped to the hilt of a curved lightsaber.

"Log three. Title: Destruction. Apprentice Almir Priaa... Apprentice Almir Priaa is dead. He was weak, blinded by the guidance of his family. I enjoyed removing him from my form, I enjoyed ripping his heart apart whilst his family watched. It gave me strength. It gave me -power-. I am Apprentice to Sith Tarati. Servant of the Dark Lord Horuset. Heir to nothing that I have yet earned."

The man's visage narrowed, glancing away momentarily from the holocom that stood before him. His teeth bared as anger seeped physically through every fiber of his body. A man with much regret, much anger and not a lot of control over it, or so it had seemed.

"My sabers creation came at a cost. I removed every inch of my legacy, threw it into the pit of fire to forge both the hilts and blade for my new Sith weapons. The weapons adorned by my knowledge of Form II, Makashi. Sith Leive was a useful teacher, when she wanted to be. I regret that I had to learn from her, as opposed to some-one more worthy of their stature. I suppose study is at the expense of one's morality, or opinion. I have studied nonetheless. These tools serve me well, my weapons and the Sith around me. I will utilize them as intended by the law of the Sith."

His anger seemed to only rise, and now formed a widened frown upon his pale complexion, seemingly disappointed in what he would be forced to say next.

"So it would seem that my family has indeed increased in its size. Congratulations. We now harbor a bigot named Flavian. Why, I'm certain you are proud of yourself Lord Varlo. Or should I blame Lord Priaa? Both are dead to me now. I will watch Flavian as you desired of me, no doubt. But I certainly will ensure that he will feel the price as I have for finding comfort in family. His nepotism will be next, no doubt, if Lord Sanguinis has not yet beat it out of him already. I make it my goal to observe his progress, no doubts the Lord is finding ways for him to redeem the wound I inflicted on his reputation."

The man cast a solemn smirk aside, glancing to the snow that lingered at his feet. He inhaled deeply in a moment of contemplation, wondering almost of what could potentially be.

"I am not glad that I discarded Ayla in the way that I have done. Almir Priaa wanted to remove himself from my form, he wanted to jump into her arms. To tell her that he loved her, despite everything he has done. But he would have been weak to do so... Everything they suspect of me would have shown into the surface. I then would have died. For that reason, I cannot let my emotions get the better of me... Though, know deep down, Ayla. I am so very sorry for what I did to you."

The Echani paused, his gaze closing for a moment as the weakness of his form displayed itself only briefly. This was the real man behind his image, but it was swiftly apprehended by the dedicated concentration.

"I often allow my mind to filter to my love. Despite her power, she finds ways of making me worry even more-so these days. I am being petty in this regard... She is a strong woman. One I respect with my life, one I would follow to the darkest depths. Only she can bring my back down to what I truly am. I am in love with her, I know this. If anything should happen to her, I would murder all those responsible. I would burn this very House to the ground. She too had the same trials and tribulations that I am currently under-going... I will be sure to use her for her wisdom, as-well as for comfort."

The Echani's gaze seemed to fade ever so slightly, the Dark Side clearly being dismissed by his thoughts. Every inch of anger falling back as his mind set itself on the person he loved.

"I have much still to do. I will speak to my master, get his guidance for my future. I trust in my abilities to stay alive. So I will do so.

Almir's gaze lifted to the comm, and with the lifted gaze lingering for a moment as an amber, the comm shut off, dismissing from the Echani in his reflection.