Onderon

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Once again the ship known as Akumanosu exited hyperspace, transmitting the same codes as before and hailing Sheog's ship. This time, Milenko opened a channel, allowing his visage to be seen. Sitting in the ship's command chair, his leg laid over his knee and his fist resting against his chin, he awaited his Master's answer.

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As soon as the landing codes were received, Milenko headed toward the Bleeding Kyber, a hint of thrill in his soul. His dream was seemingly becoming true, and beneath the façade that he had so long placed upon his facial expressions, an smirk corrupted it, like a crack upon a painted masterpiece. He was ready to begin his tutelage under the infamous Sith Hutt, to learn his secrets, to obtain his dream, and whatever that would follow. For in his heart, laid the very foundations of Greed. And it only grew as the Sith Master greeted him through the Force.

 

The wave of influence that washed over him felt chaotically magical, as it's intent and desire mirrored his own. He could help but mutter aloud as he changed his ship's trajectory. "And now it begins..."

 

Landing his ship, he disembarks alone, save for the representative that Sheog had sent in his place, the young lady Hayley. Fiddling with his gloves as he tightens them from around the wrists, he looks around, ironically amazed. Turning toward the girl, he smiles humbly, and offers her to lead. "After you. I'm excited about seeing what your Master meant by his experiments."

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Milenko could only gawk in silence at the site that fell before his eyes as he entered the lab, almost as if he could feel the pain that swam within this crystals themselves, like music upon a maestros ears. "Beautiful." He spoke as his gaze shot about, his eyes momentarily falling upon the girl's own form. "And if your Master's other chambers are as exquisite as this one, perhaps in a year or two, you could show me them as well." Milenko chuckled as a grin crept across his face, and he turned back toward the room as the tour continued.

 

Stopping first at the Holoconsole housing the Genome Project, Milenko's brow furrowed momentarily as he looked over it's contexts. "Tuk'ata Experimentation, huh?" Milenko spoke, remembering back to learning of the beasts as a child. "What is Sheog's goal with this? Does he plan to map out their corruption to use in other beasts? Or is he planning on controlling them?" And in truth, both prospects intrigued Milenko. If Sheog was capable of using the genetic mapping that caused the corrupted mutation in the Sith Hounds, then perhaps it could be done to other beasts, or even sentient races. And the ability to control Sith Hounds, especially large quantities, would make for a tide turning empowerment.

 

Milenko curiously peaked over the Trandoshians' shoulder, or rather around it, as they came upon the second of the projects. At first he couldn't tell what the being was working on, but after further investigation, he noticed the being studying the Rakghoul. "Interesting." He thought to himself. Milenko had thought of re-weaponing the Blue Shadow Virus himself, but this gave him an idea. If there were a way to use the means of passing the plague only through bites such as the Rakghoul, then it could be controlled and used in localized locations. But as he gazed upon the other virus, Milenko chuckled, startling the Trandohshian. "Absolutely Brilliant" Milenko said, walking away.

 

Noticing the large bacta tank before it was even offered for his viewing pleasure, Milenko ran toward it and placed his palms upon it's glass like a child whom had quickly noticed a candy store. This was the epitome of what he seemed to have been feeling, and it was recognized right away. It was almost as if it called toward him, feeling it's begging and torture. He couldn't help but feel giddy. And he gazed upon the woman floating within as if he envied her, to feel such glorious torture. Oh to be in her place he but wished. But alas, as the young girl escorting him spoke, he turned toward her with curiosity in his gaze.

 

"Teach me." Milenko spoke, his words echoing of a young schoolboy aching to learn. "Teach me to create demons and devils alike. Perhaps even I will become the greatest of his experiments."

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"Ah. I see" Milenko spoke as he looked over the blade. He knew of Ason, a friend of his brothers years earlier having contact with the Krath, a Senator of Taris by the name of Celteo. But in truth, Milenko never did care for politics. Tossing the blade end over end, feeling it's weight, and flipping it through his fingers, Milenko reveled in what she spoke. Laying it aside, Milenko prepared himself to answer her questions.

 

"What motivates me to breath?"

 

As Milenko pondered the question, a chill ran up his spine. Perhaps he was just now noticing the chilling air, or perhaps it was more, something inside him beginning to stir. He had never thought to ask himself such a question, and if he had ever been asked the question before, his answer would been a simple "why not breath?". But no, this time, at this very moment, another answer began to emerge as he pondered. And as simple as it was, it held the greatest of meanings for the young Prince. "I breath because I can, because it is my will"

 

"....what keeps you from death?

 

Turning toward the young girl as he pondered this part, the pot within him began to stir even deeper. Just as his gaze met her own, her power flowing in waves outward from he, a distant shore to crash upon, a grin crept upon his form and his eyes seemed black and soulless. A transformation seemed to be taking place within him, and darkness seemed to grasp his heart, just as she seemed to within his gaze. He took but a single step toward her, his own waves beginning to mimic her own, so much so that his clothing and hair began to sway. Yet he only said but only a handful of words. "I control death, for I am it's Master."

 

What drives you to embrace the dark?

 

By now, almost in unison, Milenko's presence echoed of the girl's own, albeit slightly weaker, yet possibly stronger. Still unaware of the two who had recently approached, Milenko stepped even closer toward Hayley, calmly yet dominate, his regal aura intensifying. His hands remained at his side, his armor swaying with each step, his grin growing more devilish as he draw closer until....

 

He embraced Hayley, softly, gently, almost like a sibling. What had taken Milenko over, only he knew within his heart. And the power that surged from his form, possibly connected to her or laitnent and untapped until now as his destiny chose to bring forth it's self to fruition around such powerful Sith. No matter the reason or cause, he was reborn through these questions and realizations. And as he held the girl close, unafraid and comforting no matter the outcome, rather than speaking to her, his head twisted toward the two that had arrived, most notably his Master who's presence he felt all too famiarily. His head, twisted sideways and backwards, his gaze almost demonic, answered her question and spoke whom he was.

 

"Then my sin is Greed. For I lust it's power, control it's will, and embrace it's embodiment within my very soul. I shall attain all that I desire, and destroy all that stands in my way."

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Milenko's head straightened up as he noticed the being standing beside Sheog, his questioning of the young Prince valid, yet pretentious of him. After all, it was not he that Milenko had came to see, but the Hutt that slithered beside him. Only Sheog would be his Master, if perchance, Milenko chose to speak such a word. Yet, despite this, Milenko found himself intrigued by what he recognized right away, a Sith Pureblood, unseen for ages; millennia even. Still in Hayley's wrathful embrace, mimicked by Milenko's own greed, his hands still gripped upon the young girl's biceps with her form pulled tightly against his despite her seemingly cold dead stare at he, Milenko found himself distracted by the possibilities of what the Sith had to offer; Scientifically speaking.

 

"You are correct, Master." One spoke as he drew forth from the darkened shadows, having felt his Master's thoughts via the telepathic implants that Milenko installed within the three failed experiments. "His very blood would offer limitless possibilities."

 

One was Milenko's first attempt at creating a SeRV, a Soul equippable Replicator Vassel, using synthetic crystals to house part of Milenko's soul within. Yet, he was no more than barren HRD, despite looking and speaking like his Master. Dressed just as his Master, One was tasked to mainly take care of the ship and Milenko's day to day tasks, nothing more than a typical protocol droid as far as Milenko was concerned. And yet, despite his own consciousness, felt very similar of himself.

 

"Perhaps even the very key to a successful synthetic housing crystal." Two spoke up as he too stepped forth from the shadows directly behind Karys, as all three of the failed SeRVs were built and taught to hide themselves well. Two, however, was significantly different from One, a small success into Milenko's SeRVs envision. Where one was mostly metal and wires, Two was more of a cybernetic build, using both cloned flesh as well as robotic additions. Yet, still, the synthetic housing crystal was a failure. Brandishing a rather large syringe, Two questioned Milenko. "Shall I take a sample, Master?"

 

"No you fool." Three spoke, yet it's tone was different, for it was feminine. And yet, she was his closest success yet, a small hint of Milenko's aura pouring from her. Which is why she didn't approach stealthfully as they others did. Much like Two, she was cybernetically altered, using both machine and flesh. Yet, she did not house a synthetic housing crystal as the other two, but rather a large Kyber Crystal imprinted with Milenko's own touch. A failure in his eyes as Kyber Crystals were rare and expensive to purchase, but the closest he had achieved to the success he envisioned. "These are our Master's chosen allies. Asking for blood would only hinder his attempts."

 

"Enough!" Milenko finally spoke, his grip upon her biceps slightly tightening as he shouted, yet still soft and gentle despite his slight flare in temperament. Turning his gaze back toward the Sith standing beside Sheog, Milenko returned with his own questions. "What price am I willing to pay? What depth am I willing to go? How far am I willing to go? Bahahahahaha!!!!" Milenko erupted into a maddening fit of laughter momentarily before a devilish grin reappeared, and he turned to face Hayley whose warm embrace had long filled his hunger to taste such power and made him crave even more. Speaking to both she and the Sith, he said very few but meaningful words before laying a gentle and tender kiss upon her lips. "I do not give. I take. That is the sin of Greed."

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Milenko stepped back, feeling the rush subside from his body, yet his mind and transformation remained. He has tasted the girl's power, had touched her Wrath, and felt the monster within. And to be honest, he reveled in the knowledge. He hungered like never before. And it felt all consuming, like a beast that laid dormant had awaken within him, insatiable. He gazed at Hayley with lust filled eyes, a grin that only desired more. "Then awaken the monster within me. Teach me to feed my sin, fuel my desire, for my lust is infinite.

 

Turning his gaze toward Sheog, he gazed upon the Hutt with a noble, yet envied stare, almost as if he relished what he had to offer. In truth, Milenko had never imagined such a being within him existed, nor that a taste of real power could create such hunger. But the most surprising of all was that Milenko loved it to the very core of his soul and wanted to feel more, no matter the cost. "Never have I seen someone above my own stature, but I see now why you are called Master, a rank you undoubtly deserve. And If you wish to show me the way, you shall be the only being that I will call such a title. Have you're way, Master. Create the monster you wish me to be."

 

Meanwhile, One and Two stood cautiously, unsure of what it was that they were feeling. They only existed to serve their Master, even as the failures they were in his eyes. As the words echoed within their minds, both metallic and flesh alike, they couldn't comprehend nor feel what the words meant. For they held no soul, no semblance of consciousness outside of neurowiring and data processors. However, for Three, it was a different matter.

 

Despite her own failings, and her Master's inexperience, she understood more than her predecessors. Perhaps it was the portion of Milenko's DNA mixed with Kyber Crystal the held a portion of his soul, but she could feel the Hutt's pity and his intentions behind the words. Stepping forward, she knelt before Sheog. "Please Master Sheog, I beg of you a favor." She removed her cloaked hood, revealing her face before him, briefly looking back toward her Master before finishing. "Teach Master Shiro to perfect us so that we may serve him perfectly, and through him, serve you and the Sith as well.

 

Milenko stood momentarily in silence as Three's plea played out before him before laughter erupted from him. Bahahahaha...yes! Teach me to perfect them. Lend me your knowledge and power Master Sheog. Make me a monster and unleash me upon this pathetic Galaxy so that I may take it in your name, and I shall reap it's benefits whole heartedly!"

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Three gasped as the Mad Hutt offered her a hand, rising to her feet with little understanding of his seemingly kind act, and her eyes never faltered as she did. Staring into his eye, she felt slightly violated and went to push away, yet his grip was too strong even for her to resist. And as his voice spoke, fear sank into her form, not only affecting her flesh, but her cybernetics as well, all the way toward her Kyber core. Struggling momentarily, she stopped as his words echoed within her, and through her, into Milenko.

 

"You are correct, Master Sheog." Three spoke back, her head hanging in shame as he released her and she fell once again upon the floor. She questioned herself, wondering how she could have been so weak, how she could have failed not only Milenko, but herself as well. For despite his inexperience, her creation was a blessing, and the failure laid in her for not having realized it, yet that she had long relied upon Milenko to better his skill rather than aid him and take hold her own growth. Silently she sighed. "I must embrace my creation and grow stronger myself. Then and only then will I truly be worthy of being an asset to Master Shiro." Her gaze shifted toward Milenko, who, at that moment, merely looked on with his own realizations, One and Two oblivious to what was going on.

 

"But how does a Vassel like myself grow stronger and find my perfection in myself?" She questioned, her gaze looking back up toward the towering Hutt inquisitively. While it was true that was partily flesh, she was still cybernetic, a creation and clone of Milenko, built for the sole purpose of aiding Milenko in his pursuits. She had never held no ideal other than that alone, nor could process or fathom any means to achieve what Sheog spoke of. Meanwhile, as Karys left the group, Two momentarily followed him about, syringe propped up against his shoulder like a soldier during drill, marching with his pace in unison before Milenko telepathically ordered him to stop and leave the Sith be.

 

Milenko, having remained silent during all of this stepped forward. Something within him was churning, beginning to swirl and stir. He held no idea as to what it was, but it was like being beckoned, something within calling upon him, as if it ached within him to find freedom. Felling the gale of power surge about him, he felt it grow from a churn into a storm, as if it would tear apart his insides. Yet, despite the internal war brewing, his cold and collected composure remained... however briefly. That's when it touched him, whatever laid within the girl in the tank, causing his gaze to shift toward her, followed quickly by his devilish grin. Hunger, Lust, Desire; within him it held one name, and that was Greed. And because of this sin, this desire, hunger, and lust, Sheog was in for a unexpected surprise.

 

As Sheog spoke, most of his words... though heard, were mostly ignored by the young Prince. Not from disrespect, but rather it held little to do with him, much like a brother hearing the words of his mother scolding his sibling. It wasn't until Sheog turned to Milenko that he began to listen. And despite his intructor's instruction, Milenko was already beginning to understand. Perhaps it was a combination of Milenko's skill with Teras Kasi mixed with the skill of those around him using the Force, either to speak to him, display their power, or through the Kyber around them. But his ears and sight were already beginning to attune themselves to what Sheog spoke of, and his sin was growing stronger.

 

He felt the girl's scream, he reveled in her pain, and he lusted in her despair. She need not have to move for him to feel her emotions. And as his brown eyes glazed an almost emerald green, it was self evident that he envied her power. His voice trembling with desire, his form shaking with excitement, his gaze focused on the girl before him, he spoke but three words to Sheog. "I see Master."

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Milenko smiled, the visions of the girl's painful life falling like a haze of tear filled droplets, visions of love, joy, happiness; all attempting to mask and hide those of sorrow and loss. And Milenko reveled in it, walking amidst each colorful haze as if he was taking it from her, grasping it and tearing it away, as if he only desired to see her pain, all with a devilish grin across his face. It was almost as if his mind was working ahead of his actions, plotting and scheming before he even acted, a greed filled aura oozing from his presence.

 

As was self evident with what happened next, Sheog's words echoing within him and resonating down to his very core.

 

As he felt the cold, clammy hand embrace his, his gaze shifted toward the young blonde child standing beside him. Behind the closed eyes, warm embracing smile that embraced his face and he crouched down toward her eye level, something sinister within him laid behind his façade. "But of course, child." He spoke, his words calming and warm. "But first, would you do me a small favor in return?" Milenko pointed toward a faceless boy not far from where the two stood, playing contently alone with a toy. his gaze falling back upon the girl, he smiled. "Would you perhaps retrieve that toy for me from the boy over there? it is very precious to me, and I would love for it to be returned to me."

 

As he awaited the young girl's response, Milenko noticed something amiss, or had for quite sometime now, his telepathic link with the three others despite hazy and confusing, seemed unaware of what he saw, especially Three's own emotions. Despite this, he carried on, seeing where this path would take him. Besides, he could slowly feel himself growing in strength and power, his mind focused. He could feel the Force filling his form, and it's taste was delicious. Why not have a little fun?

 

Three, though, on the other hand, engulfed within her own illusion, watched in fear as the demon formed from the smoke clawed it's self toward her, almost frozen by it's grasp. Yet, even in this moment, she realized a moment of clarity. She had never felt fear, yet, in this moment it nearly froze her body into stillness. Closing her eyes as she felt certain doom as it snake its way up her legs, she opened them at the sound of a clank, only to realize that she felt the moment of disperse and knew the demon was gone.

 

Momentarily shifting her gaze around in a panic, it soon found her gazing upon the saber, feeling it's cries, it's pain, and the death of the one who wielded it. Being cloned of Milenko, she stared onward with content, watching everything unfold, feeling something awaken in her Master and in her own realization, decided to take up her own cause in a manner of speaking. "I see Master Sheog." She spoke, her tone slightly more serious than it had been before. Without hesitation, her hand reached up toward he scalp, blood dripping down her wrist and arm as he plucked forth the telepathic implant Milenko had installed and crushing it beneath the weight of her clenched fist, and in that moment, Milenko smiled truly, feeling her connection die from him. "You will grow strong Three." He spoke in content, still focusing on his own illusion.

 

Meanwhile, One and Two had seemingly followed the Sith Karys. Watching the bloodbath unfold before them, they stared blankly from beneath their hoods. Two, following Karys, seemed to be picking up body parts and draining their blood and removing their flesh into a collection of vats, piling the bones up to be bleached later for whatever his Master would choose to do with them. One, on the other hand, went about cleaning duties, making a singular comment toward Karys amidst his duties. "You really should be more careful Master Karys. We don't want Master Sheog to sludge through such filth later on, now do we?"

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"Did you say Spider?" Eve question as the flames within her gaze blazed with anger, the Melodie's fear becoming tempered by her lust with vengeance. Even Lucif, who had remained calmly upon his ward's form hissed at the mere mention of the emblem. "Does his ships bear his marking upon their hulls?"

What luck. If this was the being behind her clan's destruction, Eve had fallen right into where she had wished to be, no matter how much this girl before he spoke of potential. Feeling Lucif's reel, Eve placed her hand up to calm the large snake and stroked his coiled form as it tightened around her. This was perfect beyond measure. She was heading straight to him, straight to her revenge for the lives one of his ships had claimed. And she was being escorted directly. She may have been born upon a backwater moon, but she was not as dumb as some would believe. There was only one path to follow now. Reaching forward, Eve grasped the arrow's form.

"Make me this weapon you speak of." Eve spoke as the first smile of many crept upon her face, deception in her eyes as she realized the opportunity before her. "I choose to embrace this potential you see."

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Eve's eyes flared with a golden flame as the girl before her confirmed her suspicions, the coiled Lucif's own tail wagging in a rattled imitation as he loosened his protective grip from upon the Melodie as her hand slid down his form and signaling him to relax. She had finally arrived, and this girl before her had offered a gift of a lifetime, one she would not pass up. Not only had she identified the being behind her kin's destruction, she offered a means to destroy him whether she knew it or not. Her skill was undeniable, and Eve lacked harshly in that department. But of she could only...

Just as Lucif slithered away, Eve found her wrist gripped tightly, the arrow's tip pressing against her skin as her golden glare reflected the fire building within her eyes stared attentively toward her opposition's own. Before she could even react, she winced in pain as it was driven through as her blood boiled forth in a mixture of pain and euphoria, almost as if Eve was willing to do anything to possess what she held to offer. As the girl repeated the process with her own, Eve's gaze shot toward the feeling Lucif with command and then turned back toward their new companion as he words echoed deep in Eve's darkening heart.

"I am at your's to command then." Eve bolstered as the ship settled, her balance firm, even as the girl before her dragged her to and down the boarding ramp, a near devilish smile gracing her lips as the two left the Reel behind. "Yes. Let's go meet the Spider in all his glory."

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Even as the girl before her dragged her form into the room, Eve's darted about, the insignia that laid imprinted upon the ship. Deep within her, her anger boiled upon its sight, aching to be released from its frame and be launched forth with the release of the power that contained it. But Eve simply stayed silent and contained, even as the girl forced her to kneel before the being responsible for the deaths of her kin, the death of all the Melodies whom had yet to undertake their transformation, her the sole survivor.

Well, her, and the cowards who refused to leave the refuge of the mountains underground lakes. The simple thought only glazed across her eyes as she stare forth, the emotions within written across her reflective eyes.

"So you're the Spider?" Her voice was forced, her tone deceptive, as she followed his being with her gaze. As the darkened room lit to her night eye, the girl dressed in primitive robes stayed upon her knee as the flames around them reflected in her eyes, her gaze having yet to falter despite her clenched fist and urge to spear him with the remnants of the ship that laid strapped across her back. "It's a pleasure."

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His words, vile at best were but bile upon her ears as Eve choked down her urges, her temptations to act. No, not yet. It wasn't time. First she needed this girl to forge the weapon within that she promised. Then, and only then, would its taste bare sweet fruition from its labor. So she swallowed her craving for vengeance, even as this being before her turned his back to her. The best dishes were always best served cold.

 

But a warm sensation would be what she tasted and felt next as the blade slid so cleanly across her throat, the gurgling of warm iron rising upon her taste buds as her face felt the cold steel of the floor below. It was in that moment that Eve felt a flood of emotions flow forth as the warm blood poured from her flesh and encased her pressured flesh. First was that of shock, of fear, that these beings could have possibly knew her intent. But no, that wasn't it. They viewed her too weakly, underestimating the truth within her as this Spider suggested to the girl that had just silenced her without thought. So what was it?

 

Then the voice came, words left unspoken echoing through her head as her form recieved yet another blow, the pain only numbed by the thoughts of her imminent death lingering on the horizon as she grasped at an attempt to make sense of what was transpiring. These two were more than she anticipated, their actions and words saying one thing while they did another. And this girl, the one who promised to forge her into a weapon, unknowingly a weapon forged to kill the vile creature before them, slicing her throat, and yet expecting her to live? Her mind was manic, unsure and confused, even as her body laid silently in a pooling of her own blood, her gaze silent and still as if death had already taken her before her mind and soul caught up to it.

 

Her gaze finally shifted, first toward the two as they walked away before settling upon what the girl had tossed to her side, the gauze filling with the red of her blood and the small pin like instrument that laid beside it. Once again her eyes flickered in the flames of the darkened room and she went to voice herself even as the blood gargled in the place of her voice. "Noooooo!" No. She would not die here. Her purpose was and will always be clear. She would end this being known as the Spider. She would have her vengeance, and now, it would only be that much more sweeter. Her face now covered in her own blood, Eve grasped at the floor and managed to grip it, her gaze staring intently at the two as she pushed her chest from upon the floor.  Grabbing the instrument and the gauze, she acted.

 

Even as her flesh stung with the burning of it to close the wound, her gaze remained upon them. Even if she could not speak, they would hear her. Her determination was strong, just as her will, and will would be done. And as she went to stand, her form swaying to the loss of her blood that now covered her and dripped from her, she laid the gauze across her neck and stumbled after them. The girl had a promise to keep, and the Spider had a fate to meet, both intertwined with her own web of deceit. Now that the chips had been placed, it was time to shuffle the deck and begin. Let the melody of the Melodie whisper its sweet song.

 

"I will not die so easily."

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Live? I suppose you could called what state Eve existed in 'Life' as the Melodie followed the two in a twisted manner, her skin and garbs covered in her own blood as the frail and thin being barely managed to stand upon her own two feet as her knees nearly buckled beneath her stage for the stave she propped herself up upon. It took every ounce of energy she held to take each step she took in tow, even as her Reel companion Lusif made a quick entrance to catch her as she nearly fell when they neared the shuttle. Her hand attempted to shoo him away, but only found solice in his scales as he reeled his head high to keep her afoot.

 

No. What she existed within wasn't considered life. It was a mere limbo between the two existences, as her life ended the day that ship destroyed not only the sanctuary of her people, but revealed the cowardice ways of her Elders whom clung to the protection of the waters while the younglings she protected found only death. Only the symbol that adorn the harbinger of her people's demise kept her from finding the embrace of either existence, the symbol of the being before her, the Spider. Life... Death... neither seemed possible until her vengeance was complete.

 

As the shadow of the Scarab flickered upon her face, her gaze shimmered of the fire within her chest, the remnants of her heritage glowing brightly in the darkness after living her entire life in the darkened halls of her people's underground hatcheries like generations before her. But as the light of the Scarab's innards shown brightly upon her bloodied attire, it was subtly hinted at that she was the first to have adapted to life outside. Struggling still to take her steps into the unknown, her gaze never shifted from the two before her as she bore their existences into her memory forever.

 

And as the young girl before poised her questions, she remained silent, unable to give her an answer vocally thanks to the burnt flesh beneath her bandages. All she could do was bare her cold and deadly stare toward the two, much like that of her Reel companion, her breathing being the only thing voiced. Yet, her thoughts spoke louder than anything she could speak. Death and decay? That is who she is. Forethought and Darkness? That was her soul. Evil? That was who they had made her to be. Like the precipice of dusk, on the twilight eve of darkness, the light within was slowly fading into blackness. And as her gaze stared intently at Telperiën, Eve smiled grizzly, her teeth stained with her own blood.

 

"Evil begets evil."