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30-04-2023, 01:11 AM
With all stories, there's a second perspective.
Tarati, in the moment of Razias'' death
Death, death is the eternal currency of the Dark Side, the unending task it’s followers are given to carry out. Yet killing brings me no joy, no pleasure, it’s just a task. The task of the Dark Lord is just another chore when done righteously, there’s nothing more to it. I allowed you to speak to me Khatatas Ronith, I don’t regret giving you this chance. But I regret allowing you to fall this low, with a daughter weeping to your death, the stench of weakness.. but I’m glad you have a family where I have none. I couldn’t allow you to show further weakness. You had a debt to pay, and I’ve been tasked to collect it, nothing else.
I swipe, my mind and body going in perfect union as the crimson connect with crimson. His head falling to the side.. all remaining being the body of a decapitated snake.
Raeniu, my friend.. forgive me. Today I took one of your kin out of rage. My anger, the anger I call the Dark Lord's wrath.. the anger which is supposed to justify the things I’ve done. It doesn't matter, maybe I should have stopped? My conscience is telling me to stop... but I cannot relent. Join your family Khatatas, at least you have one.
"I recoil, I’m bleeding? No, I can’t be bleeding. None have drawn their blades, but... I’m bleeding. My mind feels sore, the Dark Side demanding control, it wants me to surrender, crushing in on my brain. I -refuse-, you will never have me again, fiend."
I want my revenge, against my master.. against all those who stand before me. I want them to see what we are, nothing but slaves. I want to see everyone around me fearing the Dark Side. Soyut, is this what you gave me? I still see it you know? The fire, I still feel it. The fire, the fire of the phoenix... I could have died that day, maybe I should have.. but the fire is still burning and thanks to you, I realized my chains.
"The pressure is harder now, whispers and an intense pain crushing down in my heart, ears clogged, nose clenched, throat convulsing. The ears are ringing now, the heartbeat is all I hear and a voice.. a voice to let go."
I’m not your tool anymore, Trakaton Kalkoran. I’m the tool of the Dark Side, the only thing that’s absolute, it is beautiful and my only true companion. Your words pierce the fog, the festering wound. I expect nothing but spite. I will strike you down if you seek to comfort me, I will let go if you do. The moment you left me alone, I was alone, no friends, no lover, only me and my power. My words being lost in translation, my words weak without power. You demand my loyalty by forcing me to become something I am not. My Apprentice Maerina, I miss you. The Master learned something from his Apprentice after all.
"My ears scream a pitch louder, drowning out my thoughts and words. The seductive voice of power forcing itself in. I push it out, I have to push it out."
I am Tarati, servant of the Dark Lord and the Dark Side and I will not relent! Forget about Cerberus! Let it be a memory and a name who brings joy and nostalgia. Not.. this.
The voice slowly goes, like a knife in my gut, it remains. But when I looked down, there’s nothing there. It’s a wound I cannot grasp or heal. I am marked, marked by a choice. A chapter closes, and a new one begins.
(*Post by Tarati.*)
Tarati, in the moment of Razias'' death
Death, death is the eternal currency of the Dark Side, the unending task it’s followers are given to carry out. Yet killing brings me no joy, no pleasure, it’s just a task. The task of the Dark Lord is just another chore when done righteously, there’s nothing more to it. I allowed you to speak to me Khatatas Ronith, I don’t regret giving you this chance. But I regret allowing you to fall this low, with a daughter weeping to your death, the stench of weakness.. but I’m glad you have a family where I have none. I couldn’t allow you to show further weakness. You had a debt to pay, and I’ve been tasked to collect it, nothing else.
I swipe, my mind and body going in perfect union as the crimson connect with crimson. His head falling to the side.. all remaining being the body of a decapitated snake.
Raeniu, my friend.. forgive me. Today I took one of your kin out of rage. My anger, the anger I call the Dark Lord's wrath.. the anger which is supposed to justify the things I’ve done. It doesn't matter, maybe I should have stopped? My conscience is telling me to stop... but I cannot relent. Join your family Khatatas, at least you have one.
"I recoil, I’m bleeding? No, I can’t be bleeding. None have drawn their blades, but... I’m bleeding. My mind feels sore, the Dark Side demanding control, it wants me to surrender, crushing in on my brain. I -refuse-, you will never have me again, fiend."
I want my revenge, against my master.. against all those who stand before me. I want them to see what we are, nothing but slaves. I want to see everyone around me fearing the Dark Side. Soyut, is this what you gave me? I still see it you know? The fire, I still feel it. The fire, the fire of the phoenix... I could have died that day, maybe I should have.. but the fire is still burning and thanks to you, I realized my chains.
"The pressure is harder now, whispers and an intense pain crushing down in my heart, ears clogged, nose clenched, throat convulsing. The ears are ringing now, the heartbeat is all I hear and a voice.. a voice to let go."
I’m not your tool anymore, Trakaton Kalkoran. I’m the tool of the Dark Side, the only thing that’s absolute, it is beautiful and my only true companion. Your words pierce the fog, the festering wound. I expect nothing but spite. I will strike you down if you seek to comfort me, I will let go if you do. The moment you left me alone, I was alone, no friends, no lover, only me and my power. My words being lost in translation, my words weak without power. You demand my loyalty by forcing me to become something I am not. My Apprentice Maerina, I miss you. The Master learned something from his Apprentice after all.
"My ears scream a pitch louder, drowning out my thoughts and words. The seductive voice of power forcing itself in. I push it out, I have to push it out."
I am Tarati, servant of the Dark Lord and the Dark Side and I will not relent! Forget about Cerberus! Let it be a memory and a name who brings joy and nostalgia. Not.. this.
The voice slowly goes, like a knife in my gut, it remains. But when I looked down, there’s nothing there. It’s a wound I cannot grasp or heal. I am marked, marked by a choice. A chapter closes, and a new one begins.
(*Post by Tarati.*)
