|Cover Art for my "origins story" of my OC, Steve Maximus.|
Fallen A.N.G.E.L.S.: Recruiting a Friend"Hello Darkness, my old friend," Siobhan sang into the receiver.
The woman on the other side of the glass looked neither impressed nor amused.
"Y'know, one of these days your pillow will grow a set of teeth and bite your cute Irish nose clean off."
A lopsided grin appeared on the dark-haired woman's face.
"And of course, I will have nothing to do with it."
"Right," Siobhan observed dryly.
The woman on the other side of the glass winked at her and a sinsere smile replaced the mean-spirited smirk on her face.
"So, Wera Loca, what brings you to my comfy Fortress? Here to bail me out?"
"Something like that, yes."
Siobhan looked around. Her friend, Amanda Vasquez, was not wrong, they were in a fortress. The Fortress, to be precise. A high-profile, high-security prison, mainly for deviant criminals. Amanda Vasquez, called "Darkness", was all of that and more. While not malevolent in nature, she was a deviant with immense powers. Powers, that interacted with her nervous system and had
Sithisis, Or On the SithPeace is a Lie; There is only Passion.
Through Passion, I gain Strength.
Through Strength, I gain Power.
Through Power, I gain Victory.
Through Victory, my chains are Broken.
The Force shall free me.
Those that presume to take up the mantle of the dark side do so for trivial reasons. Some, consumed by their impotent rage at their own weakness, seek to shroud themselves in darkness to futilely mask their inferiority. Others simply seek an outlet for their frivolous hedonisms, abounding in debauchery simply to spite the sensibilities of other beings.
Those beings have no understanding of what it means to be Sith.
Those that do not understand will never be Sith.
To be Sith, in the very end, is to be fully autonomous in will and power. A Sith Lord and his ambitions are inextricable; it is what defines him, and what forms the central aspect of his identity. And identity is the source of a Sith's power. One's will and ambition is what defines him as a being, and in turn the fulfillmen
Five Facts about the Dragonas
No. 1: Every single member of the Dragona Tribe has the last name "Dragona".
When you read that, you probably think: Welcome to Inbredshire
However, nothing could be further from the truth.
The original Dragonas, way back before even Lyn Dragona's time, were an amazon tribe, wo aligned themselves with Lyn's ancestor Lucia Dragona ( not to be confused with Lucyna Dragona ). They all took the last name Dragona when they made Lucia their queen and thus part of the family. Following this, every child born from one of them was a "True Dragona". But also others, who settled down on their land and were accepted into their "family" earned the last name Dragona by doing so. The name Dragona is a birthright for "True Dragonas" and can be earned by others, too. However, True Dragona or not, you can lose the right to the Dragona name. It may come as punishment for treason, if someone is exiled. Only the queen of the tribe can impose this sentence and it is considered an act of
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The three of them froze at the sound of the door knock and the voice on the other side. The speed of the event was alarming, considering the permutations of their conversation with the faceless man just then. Tracer leaned over to look through the peephole into the hallway, blinking and turning back towards the others with a profoundly confused look in his eyes. There was, in fact, a maid standing there in the uniform of the hotel. She was plain and normal looking, patiently waiting outside of the door with a set of towels in her hands.
“Well, who is it?” Dusk said, her eyebrow raised.
“It's actually one of the hotel staff. I don't get it,” Tracer said, watching as Samantha stormed up and wrenched the door open to look directly at the woman, eyes scanning the hall. Nothing. There was no sign, and they hadn't heard the doors open once. The impossibility of it was too strong, but regardless it
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The return to the States was uneventful. Tracer, as soon as he had met and reached an agreement to re-connect with the Thunder Force in America, had departed to use his own travel arrangements. He'd been quite insistent about the whole thing, which Samantha had chalked up to either paranoia or a private nature. It was something she understood all too well in her own life, but not something she'd been able to practice for years, not since becoming a public figure.
Tanook had been moderately well behaved on the way back, which was to say that he'd gotten bored and fallen asleep almost a half-hour after they were airborn, muttering something about it being easier to fly there themselves. Goyle, on the other hand, had kept and relegated conversation to veiled discussion of the events leading up to their return. Nothing explicit was said, certainly nothing that anyone could use against them if they happened to overhear, not that many peo
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“Not one step further.” Kierra's voice lacked the force that it had held moments before. It was cold, dead, almost bordering on desperate. “You claim to worship and venerate the gods of our people. Yet, you defile their memory in coming so close to their resting place. Turn back and leave me to my sacred duties.”
Samantha, stepping to the front of the others, glared back at her. There was nowhere to run in this chamber. Beyond Kierra stood a stone door, crafted of rock that had never been hewn or sculpted. The mortar barely remained within its ancient walls, and it took no effort to guess that beyond it there was the original tomb that they had used effectively as bait to draw the mad druid out into the open. They had, in effect, come to the very mouth of the mousetrap, the metal sprung now.
Her lips curled back into a snarl. “We have come for you, old woman, not our gods. W
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“I will be honest and say that, given our discussions, that was a revelation I had not expected,” School Girl said while she moved to help Samantha up off of the ground, casting the already damaged iron ward out in front of them. “It is admittedly somewhat alarming.”
“Do we really have time to be discussing this like a research project?” Tanook shouted as Kierra twirled her staff and began chanting in ancient Irish. Tree roots erupted from the earth, reaching for all of them, bouncing off of the ward surrounding the dazed half-breed and her partner even as he and Goyle were forced to face the brunt of it. Grabbing hold of one of the roots with his claws, he focused his will on the wood before him, eyes scrunched up. The sheer amount of plant matter lunging in for the attack spoke of how little the archdruid was taking this fight lightly. She had every intention of ending it once and for all quickly and it was a
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Travel through Ireland was a simple thing with Tanook around. Travel anywhere was, really. It was just a matter of being willing to dispense with the fear that naturally came to anyone who rode in his leaves. Like so many tanuki spirits, he could cause the most amazing effects to occur with leaves, generating boats, disguises or flying devices that had their magic centered within the veins of the leaf. It could produce a great sail that one could ride on, but no matter how that you looked at the thing, it looked like you were riding on a large leaf, a thing that should not have naturally held anyone's weight for any length of time, much less aloft in the sky. Yet, the stupid things always seemed to have considerable durability and strength to them.
The first time that Samantha had ever ridden in one of the prince of Dororai's leaf sails, she had been scared beyond the edges of her belief. The second time she had been nervous but fair
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“Quaint little village,” Tanook said, looking utterly and completely bored with it and everything around him. He yawned and stretched his back, looking over at one of his traveling companions and sighing to himself. It wasn't that he didn't like traveling with Samantha, but the red-head was probably the most humorless woman that he'd ever met in his time working for the Thunder Force, and considering that the third of their company, Goyle, that was saying something. The half-breed demoness generally set him on edge. She was competent, but always stern, morose and at the same time carrying just a hint of a predatory edge to her. Her approach to life was simply impossible for him to understand. It was like the joy had been sucked out of her long ago, leaving an angry, bitter woman behind who always looked at others with a calculating eye.
She really wasn't much good in a party, he'd found.
Samantha was staring off in the direction