This would be the second and final time the Sith had come to visit his parents. The man and woman who sold him to Crimson Dawn. Why would anyone do that to their child? What kind of monster were you to sell off your own offspring to live a life of luxury? Was Severus really this worthless? No. No he wasn't. He was going to make his point clear and quaint. The two sat in front of him and were awfully quiet.
There was a storm brewing outside, the thunder rattled and shook the mansion. Severus was simply staring into the black visor of his helm that he had set down on a coffee table, leaning over in his seat on the couch. The mask was made to impersonate Aziz, the man who had finally unlocked Severus' potential. Severus could not hate Aziz, for he was simply doing his job and taking out orders back on Wayland. The Jedi were expected to defend the planet, but failed due to their lack of strength against the Sith.
Lightning flashed through one of the windows, thunder rumbling briefly after. Severus could control lightning now, thanks to Aziz. He could create storms at a whim and ravage his foes. But today, he was going to deal business with his family more professionally and less like a savage. "Severus...we're sorry. We really are-" His father was cut off by another bout of thunder. "We offered for you to come live with us."
"You think I want to live with you?" Severus finally spoke, but his gaze was fixated on his helmet. "No. I don't want your money, nor your love. You sold me...as a slave." Severus hissed. "Then why did you come here?" His mother spoke up, sounding frustrated and anxious. "Why did you come back?" Fear. They both knew exactly why Severus had come back.
Another flash of lightning caused the lights to go out. A second one, illuminated the room like a strobe light, and Severus' gaze was fixed on his father first. Well, on his throat. The man grasped for it, gasping for air, and the woman shrieked and tried to help her husband but to no avail. There was a third lightning strike, and just before the thunder bellowed, there was an audible snap that came from the husband's neck.
"No! Please...please...no...We made a mistake making that deal-" The wife tried backing away from Severus, but all the Sith had to do was shift his gaze to her throat and she, too, began suffocating. "Yes. Yes you did." Severus grumbled, rage pulsating through his body. "N...no...Not- agh! -there was....another...you...you...aren't our..." Severus released her, his curiosity now sparked. What did this mean? He knew what the last word was going to be. They stole him and then sold him for money? These two were the lowest of lowlifes. Slavery, human trafficking, all of it was going to come crashing down.
And these two would be the first to fall.
"Who am I?" Severus demanded, using the Force like a knife that added pressure to her brain. Mind Shard had grown to be a favorite tactic of the Sith. It did it's job well, and it would prove so tonight. "Who am I?!" He screamed, and the wife wailed. "Batuu...we got you from Batuu..." Severus scowled. "Who did you take me from?" This was going to be a long night. "We...we were paid to bring you...bring you to the Cadre, but...but-"
"But what?!" Severus threw her against the wall and pinned her there. "But...we must have gotten the wrong address...we didn't think there was any money involved..." Severus ignited his blue lightsaber. "Woman...you will tell me who my real parents are, and then I will make your death a quick one." The blade was held just mere inches from her neck. "Dr-dr....Drast. You're mother's name is...Iden Drast-" Her head rolled across the floor, and Severus released her body, letting the corpse drop to the floor.
The whole galaxy seemed to go quiet. There wasn't much to think about, ironically. Severus stood there in silence, taking everything in.
I believe it is time for a proper family reunion...
There was a storm brewing outside, the thunder rattled and shook the mansion. Severus was simply staring into the black visor of his helm that he had set down on a coffee table, leaning over in his seat on the couch. The mask was made to impersonate Aziz, the man who had finally unlocked Severus' potential. Severus could not hate Aziz, for he was simply doing his job and taking out orders back on Wayland. The Jedi were expected to defend the planet, but failed due to their lack of strength against the Sith.
Lightning flashed through one of the windows, thunder rumbling briefly after. Severus could control lightning now, thanks to Aziz. He could create storms at a whim and ravage his foes. But today, he was going to deal business with his family more professionally and less like a savage. "Severus...we're sorry. We really are-" His father was cut off by another bout of thunder. "We offered for you to come live with us."
"You think I want to live with you?" Severus finally spoke, but his gaze was fixated on his helmet. "No. I don't want your money, nor your love. You sold me...as a slave." Severus hissed. "Then why did you come here?" His mother spoke up, sounding frustrated and anxious. "Why did you come back?" Fear. They both knew exactly why Severus had come back.
Another flash of lightning caused the lights to go out. A second one, illuminated the room like a strobe light, and Severus' gaze was fixed on his father first. Well, on his throat. The man grasped for it, gasping for air, and the woman shrieked and tried to help her husband but to no avail. There was a third lightning strike, and just before the thunder bellowed, there was an audible snap that came from the husband's neck.
"No! Please...please...no...We made a mistake making that deal-" The wife tried backing away from Severus, but all the Sith had to do was shift his gaze to her throat and she, too, began suffocating. "Yes. Yes you did." Severus grumbled, rage pulsating through his body. "N...no...Not- agh! -there was....another...you...you...aren't our..." Severus released her, his curiosity now sparked. What did this mean? He knew what the last word was going to be. They stole him and then sold him for money? These two were the lowest of lowlifes. Slavery, human trafficking, all of it was going to come crashing down.
And these two would be the first to fall.
"Who am I?" Severus demanded, using the Force like a knife that added pressure to her brain. Mind Shard had grown to be a favorite tactic of the Sith. It did it's job well, and it would prove so tonight. "Who am I?!" He screamed, and the wife wailed. "Batuu...we got you from Batuu..." Severus scowled. "Who did you take me from?" This was going to be a long night. "We...we were paid to bring you...bring you to the Cadre, but...but-"
"But what?!" Severus threw her against the wall and pinned her there. "But...we must have gotten the wrong address...we didn't think there was any money involved..." Severus ignited his blue lightsaber. "Woman...you will tell me who my real parents are, and then I will make your death a quick one." The blade was held just mere inches from her neck. "Dr-dr....Drast. You're mother's name is...Iden Drast-" Her head rolled across the floor, and Severus released her body, letting the corpse drop to the floor.
The whole galaxy seemed to go quiet. There wasn't much to think about, ironically. Severus stood there in silence, taking everything in.
I believe it is time for a proper family reunion...