In Dark Times

[Veygaar]

A figure, hooded and cloaked, a fading makeup covers his face...

--My past.... This cell brings back memories. Faces similar, the mood, never changing.

[color=#990000]--I was but a boy transitioning into a man at the time of the incident. "You'll be a pilot someday, just like me." My father would say. But I didn't want to serve the Order, or anyone for that matter, my dream was to be my own leader, my own boss, and not be ruled by inadequate laws and rules. I had no desire to be apart of a corrupt system, every man was evil, no one was righteous. But young thoughts running through a young man's mind...

--The indecent, I hear a knock on the door... I answer it. A dark figure stands tall over me, all I could make out of his face was the glint of his eyes and a sinister grin... Everything goes black.....

--I wake up slouched against the bathroom, red is everywhere..... I look to my hands a see a knife, stained in blood. Strewn about me are..... body parts. A severed arm, a skinned and punctured torso, fingers and toes laying everywhere. A real nightmare. And then..... his head. His eyes gouged, you could see the fear left imprinted on his face as the dark figure was torturing him. Oh father, if even a distant one, he was my only hope for a normal life. My last attachment to a unruly world. Armed guards now entered the house, they looked upon me as some mangled and horrific monster.
"Get him!" One yelled. I struggled against them, trying to stay with the remains of my father. But they were stronger than me. For the last time in my life, tears ran down my eyes, a look permanently imprinted on my face...

--Twenty-Four years.... That was my time, along with my rights to ever leave planet-side, aside from Isis, stripped away. If and when I was let out, I was to be a service to whomever came to the Order's cold homeworld. No specific job description as to what I would do to 'serve'. Just so long as I stayed quiet and out of the way.

--For the first four years I would spend my time with but one companion, a POW from a battle long ago. A man I now owe my all to. The only one who really.... understood me. I will never forget that first day...
"How long?" His voice stressed from age.
"What?"
"How long are you here?"
"Forever... Or close enough." I look down, "I didn't' do it."
"I know son, I know..... We should start."
"Start what?"
"Getting you ready."
"Ready?"
"Yes... For when you get out. Listen carefully to me, learn, evolve, and you will be a master in disguise, a Lord of deception and mystery... No one, will EVER, hurt you again."
So began my study of the dark arts. And my education, quantum physics, advanced relativity, manipulation of various dimensions, history, and of course, my revelation on just how horrendous, each and every being in Sirius is... No one deserves mercy...

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