The Kings Hand was doing as commanded. He had found his Lords wife and that had proved to be one of his most difficult missions. Lady Vader had the most uncanny ability to disappear thoroughly. Days turned into weeks before he had caught a visual of the woman. He thought she would have been taller. He followed her now from his position on the rooftops. A holocam hovered by his shoulder to give King Vader proof of the womans existence. He and the holocam observed in silence while the petite Zabrak enticed a waif with some kind of treat, then treat herself to his lifes blood. When the body fell away from her, Kareos saw the bloody fangs. Immediately, the Kings Hand retreated with the holocam, lest hed be seen by the... whatever she was. Kareos was careful not to touch the Force and draw the womans attention to himself. His work would be lost and so would his mission. Then hed have failed his king, and he would not allow that. The hovercam was sent to dock with Kareoss Delta-7 Aethersprite-class light interceptor with instructions to geometrically encrypt and upload the data on it to the kings private comm. Kareos continued to covertly watch Lady Vader. ♢♢♢♢ The throne was made of bones. Enemies of the Vader Domain had been dismembered alive and the meat boiled away from their bones. The skeletons had been fitted together like pieces of a grotesque puzzle. The king sat upon it with a leg thrown over the arm. His long talon like nails idly caressed the dome of a skull that made the endcap of the other arm. The evenings entertainment was six dancing Morganian maidens. Their white skin nearly glowed in contrast to the black stone floors and walls, illuminated by synthetic flame torches posted around the throneroom. One of them would be his supper when they finished. A purple skinned HRD in a yellow floor length dress approached. My Lord, the droids voice sounded like chimes in the wind, belying her deadliness. A message from Kareos has been received. King Vader drew his leg slowly off the arm of his throne and sat up straight. Out. The word fell on the dancers like ice and they quickly scattered, bowing as they retreated. Once he and the droid were alone, he turned his head just a little to her. Let me see. Yes, my Lord. The holoemitters came to life and Kareoss voice was heard and the image showed a small Zabrak from above and behind. I have found her, my King. Maelcoluim watched. He watched the only person for whom he ever cared, perhaps even loved. Every muscle in his body was tight at seeing her. Every nerve tingled. She was different. Her stride, her carriage, her attitude, but he knew in the deepest part of his psyche it was her. Shock rang out in the Force from him like the biggest of cathedral bells. She had fangs. She was a blood drinker - like him. How? And who? There were only a handful of blood drinkers in the galaxy and only one other who he knew was probably strong enough to change Marisu Vader. His shock was nothing in comparison to his rage. The holorecording looped and began to play again. He stood and the image wavered. His anger boiled and the stone in his throneroom cracked. Chunks fell from the ceiling around him as he strode out into the night.
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