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Jedit stares at Krissi in total shock of the words she has just spouted out.

 

"Married?!?!?"

 

He could not believe such a story. Krissi had always been his Jedi master and to think she was a Sith was simply unheard of. Also, what hit him hard was not that she was married to a Sith, but the Sith she was married to. Lord Ar-Pharazon...He's that guy...you know, the one that always kills and tortures those weaker than him, that guy who killed 2/3rds of Kessel, that same guy who declared him Emperor of the galaxy and then destroyed the Jedi Temple, that guy...who gives out death like candy.

 

"Krissi, of all the men in the galaxy to marry, I mean, of all the Sith to have a kid with, I mean....WHY IN HOLY HELL did you get married to him?!?!"

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Tarrian's eyes widen in surprise at Krissi's words. My sister-in-law, she thought to herself. And the child was her neice, her brother's child. And Krissi wanted her to keep this from her brother. She hadn't seen her brother sinse the meeting of the triumvant, and didn't expect to see him anytime soon. So keeping this from him was not so hard. But could she?

 

"Krissi, I do not see my brother, and in saying that, I have no reason to seek him out. But Krissi, you have to realize that if I could sense the child from light years away, he will be able to also. And he is here. Eve's presense felt so much like Kaylynn's. If he senses her, he will know. You will have to cover her force presense when he arrives."

 

Tarrian hearing Jedit's words to his master, turned to him. Instantly her presense was cold and she glared at him. Anger at how he talked to Krissi, and anger at how he talked of her brother. Started towards Jedit, she grabbed him with the force and pulled him to her. Remembering her promise to Krissi at the last minute, she put him down and released him. Glaring at him with the anger just simmering, she speaks coldly to him.

 

"While I'm here, I will keep my word to Krissi. But, do not speak of my brother in that manner while I am here. And never speak to Krissi that way. She is your master and she does not have to answer to you. Now sit down, and be quiet."

 

Tarrian went back to sit beside Krissi. "May I ask something of you Krissi before I leave? I would like to see my neice one time. I may not see her again as we are not the same any more. You are a jedi still, and I am a sith. I'll keep your child as safe as I can, but you are wrong if you believe there is a chance for me to turn back. I am a sith because I chose to turn. It was of my own free will. My child will be born soon and I would want her protected to. I will not tell Tho...Ar-Pharazon of her existance."

"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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Smash looked at Angel, taking into accounts all of her womanly features.

 

"What an exqisite pendant."

 

He looked at Ar-Pharazon.

 

"Yes, very nice. Anyway, dinner was also very nice, oh wow, look at the time. I'm about ready to call it a night, eh' Angel?"

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*As night falls, Shadow Caster moves with lightning speed, provided there are more shadows. Seeking out one in particular, he goes to a castle where a child is being born.*

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*Ronet took another bite of his food. Despite the fact that everyone else was done, he had ate little. Though now that the meal was nearing a close, it seemed that the likly hood of any confrontation had grown quite slim so he allowed himself to relax slightly. Glancing out the window, he could see the sun in its last throws before sunset.*

 

"Yes, dinner was very good. My compliments to the chef."

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The Bhelliom lands and Faust hops out. He pops up a small cargo hatch on his personal fighter and produces a bloody black bundle, about the size of a person. Throwing it over his shoulder he scans around and identifies a Black Sun Operative. He casaully approaches him.

 

"My name is Vladimir Faust. I believe Lord Ar-Pharazon has been expecting me."

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Krissi looked at Tarrian warily, and her eyes were filled with sorrow. Her eyes fell on Jedit. We will talk later dear padawan, take your seat... Jedit did as he was told, still bewildered. Krissi looked at Tarrian, tears streaming down her face. "There is still hope... For you and your brother- my husband... but I do not see it... Not for now. Many years, yes... Many years... And after the light of Evenstar is cast from the earth..."

 

Krissi looked down and became silent. Foreseeing the death of her child was not a pleasant thing. Krissi smiled at Tarrian. "I will let you see her... Goldberry! Please, bring the child!"

 

Several moments passed before the android entered with a small bundle. She handed the child to Krissi, who beamed with pride. Her voice was soft. "Eve... my little evenstar...."

 

She smiled up at Tarrian. "Here she is... Cast her image into your memory and when darkness falls about you remember her"

"There is still hope."

 

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Angel giggled at Smash and stood up. "Come husband, the night is young and the chamber for the bride and groom is ready... Let us depart our guests"

 

Angel took his hand and turned to Ar-Pharazon. "I must depart now. Feel free to leave when you please, you are welcome any time... Enjoy the gift, I shoose it especially for you. When you return, ask Smash how it went. I may not be Krissi, but we are sister you know"

 

Angel smiled wryly at the Sith and dragged Smash to their room. Once inside she turned to her husband before the fireplace. "What would you have me do now my Lord?"

 

She smiled at him, glowing angelically in the light. She sensed the presence of Eve and prayed that she would be safe from her father.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend!

 

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Tarrian looked at Krissi, and listening to her words, wished that it could be true for a fleeting moment. Shaking her head, she knew that it was never to be. She was a sith, there was no going back. Not now, and not in any future that she could see.

 

Tarrian decided it best not to say anything at the moment. She did want to see her neice. As Goldberry brought the child in, and placed her in Krissi's arms, Tarrian smiled.

 

Looking down into that small face. Tarrian reached out her hand and touched her cheek. She was soft and warm, and she looked like Thorn. Reaching up onto her cloak, she unclipped her pin. It was of a rose. She had gotten on her test while Sauron was hunting her. It looked exactly like the rose that Bishop had made her using only the force to carve it out of the stone. She looked at the pin for a moment, and then bent down and pinned it to Eve's clothes.

 

"It is just a small pin. I hope that you will allow her to have it. You can tell her later that her aunt gave it to her."

 

Tarrian watched Krissi with fascination as she looked at her child. She wondered what it would be like when she held Kaylynn for the first time.

"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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A messanger arrives with a package from Kheldar vos Correlli. The courier opens a carefully sealed and secure package and hands a crystaline bottle of wine with note attached to a Black Sun Operative for a Mr. and Mrs. Smash Daisaku.

 

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Daisaku,

 

Congratulations on this wedding. Forgive my being unable to attend, but I have pressing business matters at hand. I wish you two the best of health on your new union and I present a gift picked up in a small market on a backwater world some three years ago. It's a one of the rarer wines in the galaxy, made by a long dead species. They drank it for health and fortune on their wedding nights, not to mention for its nature as an extremely potent aphrodisiac.

 

Salud and good fortune,

 

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Ar-Pharazon listened to Angeline's last comment. Two thoughts danced around in his mind. Angel knew that he and Krissi were now brought together in a union. He also knew that Smash Daisaku was in for one wild ride.

 

"Have a pleasant and long lasting evening."

 

Ar-Pharazon watched Angel pull Smash who was eagerly behind him out of the room.

 

Vladmiir Faust came into the hall carrying a body bag. Ar-Pharazon handed him a brief case for of money, they shaked hands and the body bag was left on the ground as Faust sped out.

 

"Remember to give that clawdite his fair share."

 

He used his wrist comm and sent a message to contact.

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Faust checks the case and nods to Lord Ar-Pharazon. As he leaves, he reaches into his trench coat and tosses him Taren's lightsaber. He then exits for his ship and takes off for Outer Heaven, carrying the briefcase firmly in his hands.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Smash Daisaku looked at his wife and moved towards her. A knock at the door was heard...

 

"Dammit, hold on."

 

Smash went to the door to greet an operative with a furious glare.

 

He grabbed the bottle from the agent's hand.

 

"Aphrodisiac?" Smash smiled. "You have served me well. When we get back to Coruscant there's gonna be another story about your house. Now let me have my fun." Smash put a 'do not disturb' sign on the door outside and then triple bolted the door.

 

 

"The hell with that." The words ground between his teeth as he went after her. He grabbed her arm, spun her around so quickly their bodies collided. "There was nothing casual about it," he repeated. "nothing impulsive, nothing careless. I don't think we need an aphrodisiac, we just need each other"

 

He crushed his mouth to hers, let himself take, let the storm of emotions that had shadowed him since he left Coruscant break over both of them. If he was to be damned, he'd be damned for taking what he wanted, not for letting it go. The unique flavor of her seared thrugh him, sizzling the nerves, smoking the senses. His arms tightened so that her long, lean body was molded to his, and against his heart her heart kicked and galloped until the paces matched. Exactly.

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*Ronet smiled inwardly as the plates were taken away and the table was cleared. Nothing had become of the night, something he had feared might. He watched the bag that the bounty hunter dropped off for only a brief moment.*

 

"Ar-Pharazon's buissiness is his own."

 

*Smash and Angeline had retreated to their rooms. He doubted anyone would hear from them for the rest of the night, if even most of the following day. That would make them easy to look after. Clipping his blaster holsters closed before standing, Ronet approached the Sith lord.*

 

"I hope your evening was enjoyable, and your... buissiness ventures a success."

 

*He nodded towards the body bag and thought of the manila envelope as he said so.*

 

"I look forward to future meetings between us. I will see you out when you are ready. I'm sure Smash would say goodbye except he is probably a little busy right now. I'm sure you understand perfectly."

 

*Ronet smiled as he extended his hand toward Ar-Pharazon.*

Shapeshifters, or changelings, are generally regarded as a dangerous lot, and the Clawdite species even more so.

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*Finally arriving at the castle, the Shadow Caster locates that one know as Tarrian. He suddenly becomes one with her shadow, knowing that it is always with her, even when it can't be seen.*

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A soft wind blew through the trees and Krissi looked up. There was another presence there, something she wasn't familiar with. It seemed dark, but it wasn't after her. Krissi relaxed. She would watch what was said and leave it be.

 

"Thank you for the gift. I promise she will treasure it always when she is older... I too have a gift, but she shall not be able to receive it until she is of age" Krissi smiled warmly at her child. The baby cried softly and Krissi suddenly blushed. "I'm afraid she's hungry... Excuse me"

 

Goldberry and two servants lifted Krissi from the bed and onto a liter and escorted the woman and child into the other room. The child had her meal and then fell asleep in her mother's arms. Krissi kissed her forehead, taking in every detail. She did look like her father, but it wasn't obvious. It was the subtly that would keep her safe... Krissi smiled and sang in a soft voice. Here, alone with her child could she feel safe. Goldberry came in and again Krissi was brought into her room where her guests were. While she delighted in spending time with her daughter, she needed to be a hostess now. There was time for chatting later. Krissi smiled at Tarrian.

 

"I wish you well Tarrian. May the force be with you"

"There is still hope."

 

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Tarrian only nodded as Krissi spoke of the child. She sat in the chair, as Krissi went into the other room to feed the child. She could feel the padawans eyes on her back, but decided that it best not to notice. She had made a promise, and recently, she had not been able to control her rage very well.

 

As Krissi came back into the room, Tarrian stood up. It was time that she be going. She needed to get back to Bishop, and she could feel that he was no longer on Aracoun Morion.

 

Tarrian bowed to Krissi, and said her goodbyes.

 

"Krissi, may you and the child be safe. I'll keep your secret. I'll do what I can to protect her. Until we meet again. I must get back to Bishop now. Goodbye."

 

With that, Tarrian turned and started out of the room. But not without glaring at Jedit. Trying to soften her voice, she turned to him.

 

"Take care of your master and her child. Do not ever question her."

 

Pulling her hood up over her head she stormed out of the room and the palace. Quickly making her way to the woods. She stopped, as she had the feeling that she was being followed. Turning, she looked behind her. There was no one there, but she knew that there was. She turned back and started towards the city.

 

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Walking over the course of two days, she finally made it back to the city. She quickly passed by the citizens, and made her way to her ship. Doing a systems check, she blasts off out of the space port.

 

Once in a space lane, she goes to hyperspace.

"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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Lord Ar-Pharazon watched fearlessly as the spirit if his former "lover" phased out.

 

"Ah, maybe she'll shut up now."He thought to himself for a moment. "Strange that I did not sense her presence sooner." He thought to himself for several moments. The Dark Lord of the Sith turned to Ronett Farr.

 

"Gather your three agents again. I wish to rematch them. Do not question my actions, just fetch them."

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*Ronet eyed the Sith as he turned to guesture at the three who had been positioned about the room.*

 

"I trust you will be nice to them, I still need them for the rest of this assingment. Execon, Rumatitis, Bill, outside. We're going to have one more go at this."

 

*Turning Ronet opened the door and allowed way for the four to wander outside before following himself.*

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Ar-Pharazon wandered outside but could hear the loud thumping from above. He grinned as he was sure he knew exactly what "Angelic Smashing" was going on upstairs.

 

Ar-Pharazon stood in the same position as before. He felt weaker though, which was strange, for he felt that way for no apparent reason.

 

"Attack me!"

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OOC: *ahem* yeah, this was suppossed to be posted as Ronet, I just realized my mistake this morning. I'm too lazy to fix it, so it's going to stay as is, just read it as if Ronet posted. Thank you, you may return to your business.

 

*Watching Ar-Pharazon, Ronet noted the subtle change in stance. He appeared almost weaker.*

 

"Good way to lure them in unsuspecting I imagine. Heh, attack at will boys."

 

*He stood back as the three charged Lord Ar-Pharazon for the second time that day.*

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The first move was when the knives flew from Execon's hands into the direction of Sith Czar Ar-Pharazon. The Sith dodged the knives with his force enhanced speed. One of the knives missed entirely but one grazed his shoulder cutting his skin as blood sprayed up.

 

"Arrgh", the Sith Master growled out as he could feel the effects of a knife tearing through his flesh. He knew he was weakened but he didn't understand why.

 

"Now for a surprise."

 

Ar-Pharazon force threw the knives back at Execon but they seemed much heavier and the speed at which he threw them was quite slow. Execon grabbed his knives as they glided through the air not too swiftly and reholstered them. The other two men ran at AP, but he knew he was strangely weakened. He put all his energy into one move and sprayed lightning at them. As they collapsed to the ground from the blast he did too. He could feel himself drained as he lay on his hands and knees breathing heavily.

 

"Enough," he yelled to the men.

 

He staggered up and over to Ronet.

 

"I need a nurse now, as well as a room to rest up in for the evening. I feel terrible. Also, you wouldn't happen to be familiar with Ysalmari and if so, is there any around here?"

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*Ronet eyed the Sith lord then waved away the three. He commed one of the guards on the inside who immediatly went to work finding a nurse to help Ar-Pharazon with his wounds. Approaching him he put his arm out just in time to catch the Sith as he stumbled. He could not help but wonder about his condition as he brought the once powerful man inside.*

 

"What is wrong with you Lord Ar-Pharazon? I find it hard to believe you are the same once powerful man that tossed those guards around earlier."

 

*Leading Ar-Pharazon into a room he layed him down on a bed just as an operative brought in a nurse. Glancing up and down at the woman he almost envied the man, he would be recieving fully developed attention. He almost thought about telling her he was feeling a touch of the flu, and for her to visit him after seeing to Ar-Pharazon's wounds. He shook his head to dismiss the thought. He was a proffessional, and he ws on a very important assignment, he could not afford to be lax with such luxieries at this point. Perhaps later when his job was completed here he could enjoy himself.*

 

"The nurse will see to your wounds and make sure you begin the healing process. I'm sure Mr. Daisaku would have no problem with you staying here until you are well enough to leave."

 

*He turned towards the nurse before leaving.*

 

"I'm sure Lord Ar-Pharazon will be treated quite well by your hands, and that you shall keep his well being close to your bosom. Satisfy his needs and make sure he enjoys the healing process."

 

*With that Ronet left the room, returning to his other duties. If Ar-Pharazon needed him he would be able to reach him easily enough through the nurse. He picked up his helmet from his room on the way out, touring each of the guard positions to make sure everything was going well and uneventful.*

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Ar-Pharazon lay on the bed with his shoulder in pain. The nurse rolled the sleeve up to avoid irritating the rest of his upper body by not removing the fulls armor and clothing. She carefully bandaged the small wound and properly bandaged it. He looked at the nurse who was writing down some notes on one of those medical clipboards.

 

"Do you know who I am?"

 

The nurse with her face in the clipboard continued writing and only murmered out a "nope".

 

"I feel embarassed. Usually my regeneration could take care of a scrath like this but I just haven't been as healthy as I usually am."

 

"Well, that cut on your shoulder is a nasty one but I think you'll be ok. You seem like the strong type."

 

She looked up to hand him an ice pack.

 

He got one glimpse of her face and paused to look at it. Noticing the stare, the nurse looked back at Ar-Pharazon.

 

"Excuse me, but you're staring at me, sir."

 

"I apologize, but you remind me of someone I haven't seen for awhile. I noticed your blue eyes. Ocean blue to be specific. Along with your dark brown hair you resemble someone very close to me. I apolgize for seeming strange. I have not seen this woman in a long while."

 

"I'm sorry about that sir. It sounds as if you care for her very much. Who is she?"

 

"Well, I can't go into it too much, but let me put it like this. Think of two rival street gangs. The jets and the s...wait no, that's not a good example. How about this... ? I'm on one team. She is on another. She's secretly been playing for my team and has been associating with me despite the fact that our teams can never stop opposing each other. I tricked her into playing for my team behind the scenes and put her at risk. I don't think anything I could do would ever pay her back for what sacrifices she's made for my selfish requests."

 

"You really care about her. You should tell her how you feel."

 

"Well, it really isn't that easy. I thought she was here on Naboo, which is why I came here, but my senses are failing me for some reason. The extent of the situation with her is massive, and I really do care for her now, I just don't know if loving her is a realistic scenario for both of us now. You really don't know who I am, do you?"

 

"A friend of Lord Daisaku?"

 

"Well, yes, but it's deeper than that."

 

"You really should find this woman and tell her how much you love her."

 

"I would if I could, trust me. I really want to apologize for my past sins. What she means to me is unmeasurable. Now I must rest, if you would let me get some sleep, I would appreciate it."

 

"Certainly, you seem like a very nice person. it was nice talking to you.

 

Ar-Pharazon nodded and carefully rolled onto his side opposite his injured shoulder. He pondered Krissi and the events that took place a few months back and just how much he actually did care for her. He drifted into sleep.

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Angel sat at the vanity and brushed her long, thick raven colored hair. She smiled at her reflection and gazed at her husband through the mirror. He was still asleep on their bed. She giggled softly and shook her head.

 

"Boys will be boys..." She muttered under her breath. She tightened the ribbon around her cashmere robe and strolled out onto the balcony. The sun was just beginning to rise. She sighed softly and with joy- this was probably the only chance she had to feel the emotion. She knew they would have to leave someday and go back to the life that Smash had begun. She ran her fingers along the marble and cast her eyes to the east.

 

"Good Morning master of the sky, how lovely you look. How I long to stay in your lands forever... Perhaps someday I can return, but not now... No, there is too much for me yet to do, too much darkness in my soul to ever stay in the light..." Angel thought about her devotion to her husband. If only she had not been a force user. If only she had been created like her sister, if only... The possibilities were endless. Angel thought about her neice far and yet near. Perhaps one day she too would, could have a child... Angel shrugged the thought off and returned to watching the sun rise. Smash stirred and Angel turned to him. She strode in softly and sat beside him on the bed.

 

She smiled sadly and briefly thought about asking him to stay here forever- to forget about Black Sun and to live a normal life. Here they could live in peace without the interference of the Jedi or the Sith or even the pains of running a large organization such as the great Black Sun. She could see Ronet watching over their children as Smash came home from a day in the palace, or coming in tired from a day's work at a local shop he owned. She would be cooking dinner, and the children would be playing outside... They would rush to greet their father and She would meet him at the door with open arms- Yes, it could be.. It was within reach... "Smash..."

 

"What?" He looked up at her with his wonderfully blue eyes, shinning at his angel. She paused, turning her eyes away.

 

No. She couldn't ask him to give up his life. She would not force the one she loved to abandon all he worked for just to satisfy her selfish desires. They would have children down the road, but right now there was business to attend to. "Nothing... I was just... last night... nothing dear..."

 

"What about last night?" Smash grinned deviously. Angel blushed and returned the smile. She turned her eyes back to her husband filled with love. The two of them were a family, and that was enough for her. She kissed her husband and spoke softly.

 

"You know what I meant... I hope that you are pleased"

 

"Oh, I am... I am" Smash assured her. He gently took her hand.

 

"I like it here... but time is pressing... Shouldn't we return home? I have never been in your chamber... And I'm sure it's lovely"

 

"Not as lovely as the wife I have" smash replied tenderly. He kissed her softly. Angel put her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest. She began to cry. If only... She shook the thought from her head and regained her composure. She forced a smile and looked at Smash. She spoke firmly in a soft voice.

 

"I'm sorry dear, but my emotions have gotten the better of me lately... It isn't that I am sad, it's... Well... I just want to be with you... I'm afraid. The Sith are very powerful, but the power of a woman's heart is stronger. I will let nothing will come between us... Nothing"

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A holograph is sent to Smash from Francisco. Francisco is seen bathing in his tub with two other women.

 

"Hello, Smash! How is your honeymoon doing? I hear that you are having a grand time.", Francisco says winking. "Well, I just wanted to inform you that once you come back to Coruscant, you and your beautiful wife can come and enjoy the hospitality that my new Coruscant Hotel is offering! Until then, I wish you the best - and say hello to Angeline if you don't mind, will ya'?"

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Ar-Pharazon lay alseep in his bed, resting and recovering. Feeling weaker he needed a long period to regain his strength. As he lay he slept not the entire time. He thought about why he was weakened and why his sense was not in tune. He had sensed Krissi but had intercepted Angel. He had sensed a presence familiar to himself but it could not have been his sister. Crimson Morpheous left the planet long ago and his senses carried on much longer. He had not seen Krissi for 8 months and had not really interacted for 9 months in that way... but...

 

"Nine months....A presence like her and myself.....Angel.... Oh my, it cannot be....Angel seemed mad and gave me this pendant. What a lovely shower that must have been."

 

He reached ovr his neck and grabbed the pendant to pull over his neck. He hoisted it over and felt his powerful suddenly return. He jumped up feeling better than ever.

 

"I feel so much better. It's time to pay Angel a visit."

 

He crushed the pendant in his hands.

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