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OoC: This is no kill. Don't make me have to crack skulls <3
The smell. The taste. The chill. All of it came at once, beginning as a thin wisp before blossoming into an almost tangible snake that coiled around her body. Each step was practiced, each step held purpose, and each step was ascension. Ascension beyond the realms of gods, beyond the realms of any prophecy, any prediction, any hopes and dreams. There was no humanity, but an embodiment of chaos, of tortured perfection, of beautiful and glorious injustice.
The hems of her dress, slithered along the marbled floor, the rustling of the black fabric almost deafeningly loud. Like black water, the dress rippled and furled, languidly guided by the monster that donned it. A slender, pallid hand hung at her side, the dextrous fingers moving as if roaming over the keys of a piano.
The aura emanating from this abomination was so wretched, so contorted, that life itself began to decay around her. Flowers withered, and any critters outside were silenced. The guards within the halls stepped aside, shock clearly upon their features. This was not a presence they had expected to feel ever again.
Yellow eyes gazed ahead, the piercing orbs a testament of the animal she had become. Her hair hung in curled wisps, extending down to her back. The power that existed within her was not something that could be felt or experienced. But it existed, hauntingly so, and deceptive. She was a demon, and any around her knew it. She did not have to have disfigurations, she did not have to wear a mask, she did not have to appear as a monster, but her eyes betrayed it all. Her aura betrayed it all.
The Imperial Palace was pulsating with strength. She came into a large hall, stepping up towards the large throne her husband had once occupied. The memory brought a faint grin to her red lips. She paused for a moment, not sitting yet. She ran her fingers over the seat, feeling tendrils of memories wash over her, too obscure to make out. She closed her eyes, opening them again to face those before her.
“Sith...Imperials... soldiers and those that worship the Force...”
Her voice boomed across the hall, her calculating eyes roaming over everyone.
“We have grown complacent. We have grown comfortable in strength. We have grown detached. One of our key foundations on which we exist is passion. Passion, strength, and drive. We are forged by chaos, molded by battle, conditioned for war. Conditioned and directionless. A well oiled machine that idly sits. No more..”
She strode across the platform, shooting them all glances.
“Close your eyes for a moment and think of our accomplishments. Think of the battles. Think of the victories. Think of the confidence with which we began to cut a swath through our foes. Think of the name Empire and think of that single chill that runs down your spine at the thought of it, that single trickle of fear. The fear that we strike into the hearts of our enemies, the fear that brings them to their knees, the fear that shatters them to pieces. I ask you, Imperials, bring back that fear. Bring back that chaos. We are the catalysts, we are what drives this galaxy toward a new era, while the Alliance strives to nurture weakness. I ask you to bring the Empire back to what it once was.”
She came to a pause.
“Now open your eyes and gaze upon me. I have been with you since I was but a child. I have ascended from an acolyte to rule by my Emperor’s side. It is time I divulge the truth. It is I who killed Darth Exodeus, former Emperor of the Sith. While he has ascended and has been freed from his binds, my time has not come yet.”
A thin smile began to form on her face.
“I have returned because my Empire needs me. Because I can lead us to victory. I can succeed where my husband had failed. I will bring all those who oppose us down to their knees. I will crush their numbers and their very desire to fight. I will bring back the terror we once invoked within them. I will bring back glory and I will bring back chaos. I simply ask you to stand by my side as we pave our path to a new dawn. A new era where we are the masters of the galaxy.”
She stopped in front of the throne, the last of her words fading before she spoke again.
“I am Andraste, and I return today as your Empress.”
The smell. The taste. The chill. All of it came at once, beginning as a thin wisp before blossoming into an almost tangible snake that coiled around her body. Each step was practiced, each step held purpose, and each step was ascension. Ascension beyond the realms of gods, beyond the realms of any prophecy, any prediction, any hopes and dreams. There was no humanity, but an embodiment of chaos, of tortured perfection, of beautiful and glorious injustice.
The hems of her dress, slithered along the marbled floor, the rustling of the black fabric almost deafeningly loud. Like black water, the dress rippled and furled, languidly guided by the monster that donned it. A slender, pallid hand hung at her side, the dextrous fingers moving as if roaming over the keys of a piano.
The aura emanating from this abomination was so wretched, so contorted, that life itself began to decay around her. Flowers withered, and any critters outside were silenced. The guards within the halls stepped aside, shock clearly upon their features. This was not a presence they had expected to feel ever again.
Yellow eyes gazed ahead, the piercing orbs a testament of the animal she had become. Her hair hung in curled wisps, extending down to her back. The power that existed within her was not something that could be felt or experienced. But it existed, hauntingly so, and deceptive. She was a demon, and any around her knew it. She did not have to have disfigurations, she did not have to wear a mask, she did not have to appear as a monster, but her eyes betrayed it all. Her aura betrayed it all.
The Imperial Palace was pulsating with strength. She came into a large hall, stepping up towards the large throne her husband had once occupied. The memory brought a faint grin to her red lips. She paused for a moment, not sitting yet. She ran her fingers over the seat, feeling tendrils of memories wash over her, too obscure to make out. She closed her eyes, opening them again to face those before her.
“Sith...Imperials... soldiers and those that worship the Force...”
Her voice boomed across the hall, her calculating eyes roaming over everyone.
“We have grown complacent. We have grown comfortable in strength. We have grown detached. One of our key foundations on which we exist is passion. Passion, strength, and drive. We are forged by chaos, molded by battle, conditioned for war. Conditioned and directionless. A well oiled machine that idly sits. No more..”
She strode across the platform, shooting them all glances.
“Close your eyes for a moment and think of our accomplishments. Think of the battles. Think of the victories. Think of the confidence with which we began to cut a swath through our foes. Think of the name Empire and think of that single chill that runs down your spine at the thought of it, that single trickle of fear. The fear that we strike into the hearts of our enemies, the fear that brings them to their knees, the fear that shatters them to pieces. I ask you, Imperials, bring back that fear. Bring back that chaos. We are the catalysts, we are what drives this galaxy toward a new era, while the Alliance strives to nurture weakness. I ask you to bring the Empire back to what it once was.”
She came to a pause.
“Now open your eyes and gaze upon me. I have been with you since I was but a child. I have ascended from an acolyte to rule by my Emperor’s side. It is time I divulge the truth. It is I who killed Darth Exodeus, former Emperor of the Sith. While he has ascended and has been freed from his binds, my time has not come yet.”
A thin smile began to form on her face.
“I have returned because my Empire needs me. Because I can lead us to victory. I can succeed where my husband had failed. I will bring all those who oppose us down to their knees. I will crush their numbers and their very desire to fight. I will bring back the terror we once invoked within them. I will bring back glory and I will bring back chaos. I simply ask you to stand by my side as we pave our path to a new dawn. A new era where we are the masters of the galaxy.”
She stopped in front of the throne, the last of her words fading before she spoke again.
“I am Andraste, and I return today as your Empress.”