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"We found him, sir. The old Grandmaster."
"Lecchamemnon."
H I B E R N A C U L U M
"Where is he?"
"He's masquerading as the religiou—"
"Where is he?"
"N-Necropolis."
"Lecchamemnon."
H I B E R N A C U L U M
"Where is he?"
"He's masquerading as the religiou—"
"Where is he?"
"N-Necropolis."
Dry lips mashed against each other from underneath tattered cloth, flowing behind the man's steady pace on the grit-stone slabs. Necropolitan architecture towered above him, arisen like mutilated fingers from the knuckled landscape, pointed blasphemously at the heavens. Casso stood, defying in its very existence, around him like a behemoth nestled between the bones of other worlds. He walked among the elongated walkways, surrounded by this blackened stone that seemed to fester everywhere among this world, deeper into the heart of the city. Shadowy denizens walked among the paths adjacent or among alleys, faceless yet almost threatening, as if their anonymity begot danger and uncertainty.
Avlis paid them no heed, and neither did he admire the Gothic stonemasonry that so loomed ominously above him, reminding him instead of the constant influence of the famed Church of Nothing. The religion that grasped this world. It irked the Lord in all its power and influence, the very tools needed to seize the galaxy—but it, too, for that same reason was an entity that he respected. Which is why he resolved to step from the shadows, jettison his cloak and dagger, and confront the very man shrouded in legend. A living dead man.
Lecchamemnon.
A name he had not heard of for nearly a decade. He had been seen last among the chaos of Coruscant, a shocking appearance in of itself, in the hangar of the Jedi Temple. Having battled at the Main Gates, Avlis reminisced of his disappointment on having battled such a worthy opponent. His path converging into the mouth of a spacious walkway, Avlis noted the various chapels and basilicas that now towered above him. But ahead of him stood a spectacle that dwarfed all of them. The Aedificium Lux.
The daunting cathedral that rivaled even a Destroyer in size, embellished with opulent craftmanship and dark gems, glittered in a dark atmosphere unparalleled by any other place. Stained glass windows glared at him from their perch, guarded by stone gargoyles and similarly unhallowed demons. Several spires and towers soared above the ebony castle, similarly carved with grit-stone. The Aedificium Lux was a monument to behold, indeed. Avlis kept his pace, walking steadily up the smooth passage lined by colossal sculptures that he could only assume were the icons of the Church.
The Sith Lord strode up the temple steps, passing the host of columns to reveal the grand entrance, a pair of doors that were similarly crafted of two massive slabs of stone. Intricate design and script lay engraved upon them, but greatest perhaps was the unmistakeable Church insignia centered at the top. Two guardians were stationed at its feet, wielding ornated pikes. Blue electricity crackled at their tips as they were ignited at Avlis' presence. One guardian began to speak.
"Halt," he boomed. "All who enter must be endowed by th—"
The Sith flicked his wrist, crushing their windpipes. Simultaneously, their bodies slumped as they gasped for air, clawing at their throat in a desperate attempt for oxygen. He ignored them as he unhooded, even as they collapsed against the stone with the clatter of their weapons. Instead, he frowned at the sight of great entrance, an obstacle that would require greater concentration. Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind and summoned focus. Slowly, a great rumble resounded through the entryway as the doors began to slide open, echoing throughout the inner chamber as the six-feet thick slabs gradually swung open. The great wooden beams that kept them close splintered in front of him, shattering under the pressure of his telekinesis.
Satisfied, Avlis walked through the space, his boots echoing into the hall.
A single man stood ahead at the end of the palatial chamber, the archbishop. "Who are you," he spoke unfazed, more curious than scared. "To step in the house of the Alldestroyer?"
"To take audience..."
Avlis' aura loomed as his energy shrieked on the astral plane, a shrill cry that would clearly alert Lecchamemnon to his presence.
"...with the one you call Ahriman."