Season of the Witch (Open)

[Lamia]

"Let me in."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Not without an ID."

"I said let, me, in..."

Lamia's eyes had turned black as coal and the matching colored veins soon returned across her pale skin as she stared into the Vulture's patrolman's very soul at the border of the city. On a normal day the witch would not have been above simple seduction to convince the people here to let her through without an ID. They were simple minded men and at the end of the day their penis dictated their day-to-day lives. But this was not a normal day for the witch. She had just came back from the worse battle of her entire existence. Losing not only her sisters but her entire coven to the Third Aspect. Retreating to Isafaro was the only option she had. And even then, what did it matter if the Third succeed in their goal? Lamia felt helpless, and alone, and she could not take it.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you-"

The patrolman never got to finish his sentence. He went flying fifteen feet through the air and crashed through glass out of his small little outpost on the border as Lamia sent the building crumbling down beneath the weight of gravity. Something that was worthless against The End but all the more useful here. With a simple glance she was able to tear apart the armored vehicles in the area and flay in-coming soldiers alive. None were able to get close enough to the witch without falling victim to her power, and those with sniper rifles learned the hard way what happened when you tried to hit her at a distance as the bullet was simply redirected back at them and grew to impale them through the chest. She looked up into the air, waving her arm and sending helicopters crashing into each other as she stood on the ruins of the small border outpost with her arms outstretched wide.

"I am anointed by the Enchantress. She embraces me with her warmth and watches over me. You men are a disgrace to her beauty and charm. You love yourselves and gives nothing back to her. If you value your lives you will repent for your transgressions. If not than I, Lamia, will send each and every one of you crashing to hell. Repent!"

[Ira]

What was that on the ground? Ira knelt over and picked up the coin - such an odd little thing, different from the currency she had been used to. As she knelt down to pick up the coin, parts of an armored vehicle flew right above her montrals. She glanced up. Well, that was fancy now wasn't it? A shiver shook throughout her bone chilling aura. Her interest had been raised once again. Perhaps she could just sit back and enjoy, potentially take survivors as her own. Sounded like a plan indeed.

The togruta stood up right and gave a slight nod. It was really awesome how things kind of usually fell together just so. Her gaze finally drifted towards the woman yelling. Ira scratched her cheek for a moment as she listened to Lamia yell with her arms out stretched. Woman was making a fool of herself with that stance. Sure, she was doing great work. but the presentation was just as important as the delivery.

It took her a moment to move on from that thought. Not everyone had such high standards as she did when it came to such things. That wasn't their fault either, people stopped caring generally though they failed to realize how such things were important. Just like the laugh. The laugh is one of the most important things. She learned that from her former Master, she thought it foolishness, but hey - He had been right.

However, Ira merely offered a thumbs up towards the woman.

"Lovin' the work! Keep it up!"

[Lamia]

Lamia lowered her arms and looked over to the alien who complimented what she had done here today. Finally someone who was appreciative of the Enchantress' work, at least from what she thought. Intrigued, Lamia ignored the groaning soldiers that had survived her previous onslaught. One saw it fit to take advantage of this, attempting to sneak up behind her and knock her out with his rifle. But she hadn't forgotten about them entirely. She snapped her fingers and sent an energy blast in his direction, knocking him back through the air and unconscious. The Witch approached the togruta, looking her over. Finding her attractive, beautiful even. It put a smile on her face to see such beauty in a dark world controlled by men. Quite refreshing.

"I do not believe I have ever met your kind before. I am Lamia: High Priestess of the Enchantress. May I have the honor of knowing what's name has been given to such a creature of beauty?"

She asked while feeling a hand of a fallen soldier grab her ankle, lifting up her foot and stomping his skull in with the bottom of her heel.

"Know your place."

[Ira]

'Reminds me of someone...' In the blink of an eye though, the thought had faded away. Ira snickered quietly as she watched the lone soldier attempt to sneak up behind the woman and then suffer the consequences. Quite the show indeed and she didn't even have to do a single thing for it. She might go kill the ones who were still alive, but perhaps after speaking with this woman though considering she now stood right before Ira.

The togruta gave a smile and a knowing nod at the woman not knowing her kind; the usual around here. However, she raised a brow slightly at the woman's words. Either someone was stroking her pride, or someone was actually attracted to her which meant one or two things; one, that they were unaware of the things which she did which was usually the case. Or two, they actually did find some of the things she did to be enjoyable - which was rare to find, even within the walls of a Temple which housed murderers. Either way, it was kind of nice to have such flattery again. Potentially had its uses.

Ira took in a breath to speak though it became a stifled laugh as Lamia handled the soldier on the ground. She cleared her throat again and finally spoke; "Which name? I've had three given to me. Technically four if nicknames or quote, codenames, end quote, count. Currently, the name I use is Ira. Generally with my title before it though; Darth Ira." It was as she spoke that her aura slowly poured out over the ground. It crawled along like a dense rolling fog, unseen by most save for those trained in potentially using the Force or being able to see mystical forces including auras themselves. A bone chilling coldness was carried within the aura as it fanned out, searching for something.

[Lamia]

Lamia shuddered at the cold but if one were to look at her face they would see a dash of pleasure on it. She was enjoying the aura of the woman, taking another step forward to embrace it further. Allowing it to bask in her body as her own aura started to pour out. Like a flame being ignited. It worked in perfect contrast to her own. Hot and cold. The witch lifted up a finger to Ira's cheek, caressing it and looking deeply into her eyes, like that of a lover. Lamia could tell with a single glance that this woman forged her own path. A path not dictated by men or anyone else. And it aroused her. Because that was the Cult of Maricul was all about. Liberation.

"Darth Ira."

Lamia allowed the name to linger in her throat before letting it out. Lowering her hand from the togruta's cheek and taking a hold of hers. Not at all bothered by the coldness of her skin as she brought it up to her lips and brushed them against the back of her hand in a small kiss, eyes looking up at as her she did so before releasing her grip on the alien's hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you."

[Ira]

Ira tilted her head slighly, leaning her cheek towards Lamia's finger. It was different but similar enough to take her back. Back to the few things she did miss from home. Ira closed her eyes as a sense of longing again returned to her, especially as she felt the warmth coming from the woman. It was in this single moment that she began to miss her husband. But he was gone. Had been gone before even being here though.

There was simply one key thing she had to keep telling herself ever since before they had decided to wed and even after his death; love was just a game. The emotion a toy and a pawn to use. Something to enjoy in the moment, but break the next. A string to pull to put people in places she needed and wanted them to be. This woman, despite her work, was no exception.

And if lust were to show its wonderfully deceptive head again, then so be it. She would indulge.

Ira's smile stayed in place, her black lips pressed together to form the thin curve of that smile. A smile many had learned to fear back home ultimately. Then again, generally any sign of emotion from her had become feared by most people. Her smile widened slightly at the feeling of the kiss on her hand.

"I'm sure it is," Ira mused quietly. Her gaze slowly drifted away. She had found what she had been looking for. Her eyes slid back over towards Lamia. "So I must ask, why the slaughter? Not that I didn't enjoy it, just curious."

[Lamia]

"That?"

Lamia looked over to the slaughter. The smell that came from the piles of corpses starting to spread throughout the area as just as more of the patrols were on the ground moaning out in pain, unable to move due to the injuries inflicted upon them by the witch's power.

"That was just a little bit of fun, really."

Lies. Lamia was taking out her anger from her most recent failure on who she believed to deserve it. Vulture was the greatest example of the things the Cult of Maricul detested. Male, an oppressor and perverted. The men who served under him was no different, and the women who did were fools. But Lamia saw no point to get into all of that.

"But it's not everyday I find somebody who appreciates it. Are you a humble servant of the Enchantress as well?"

[Ira]

Ira pressed down through the Force, though not onto Lamia. She focused her suffocating aura onto a simple survivor and pressed down onto him with it to rob him of his breath, leaving him to squirm until death took him, squirming while attempting to breathe. As this happened, she nodded with Lamia's explanation.

Satisfactory. A bit of fun, she could understand that. Sometimes there was just an itching, a craving, such a passionate desire for such things. Certainly, the Sith Lord could relate to such a thing. However, her nodding stopped at Lamia's question and tilted her head to the side slightly with a raised brow.

"Can't really say I am, considering I don't know who your Enchantress is. Also can't really say I am either because I tend to not be people's apprentice, servant, slave, or things of that sort. A Sith mindset, sorry."

[Lamia]

Lamia smiled knowingly. Someone who did not know about the Enchantress. At last she would be given a chance to explain, to share the wonders of what Maricul had to offer. In the wake of losing her entire clan to Yahweh's slave, she could ask for no greater gift.

"Oh, do not be mistaken. Our relationship with the Enchantress is not a matter of master and servant. It's much more personal than that. Like a lover, a friend. Someone who is always there for you. Someone who desires you find your own way in life. Not like those other false gods who would see you and I bounded by chains. But instead, the Enchantress would seek to break those chains. To empower you. She would not ask any of us of anything that she herself would not be willing to do."

[Ira]

"Huh." Ira scratched the tip of her nose as Lamia explained before wrinkling her nose.

"Sounds like a pretty cool person. Sounds kind of like me. - Actually." Ira paused. Nope. Sounded pretty much like her, and the shoot off religion of the Sith one of her apprentices had made which held her as a goddess. She tapped her nose lightly.

"Yeah. Cool story. Sounds like she should come chill with me for some drinks some time. Sounds like my line of work generally. I just don't know how she would feel about chilling with someone else who people think to be a god a times. But hey! Never know, right? Could make some powerful allies. We can always use more of them can't we? Never hurts to have them when attempting to carve your own path." Yeah, there was no need to go on a rant about lovers or friends. They tended not to last too terribly long around her.

"Who knows, maybe your Enchantress would be interested with working together with the Sith once I establish them here." Ira's thin black smile returned at the thought of it. Combining two groups would save her time and effort, honestly. It would make things easier.

[Lamia]

Lamia's face started to shift into a frown at Ira's response. While it wasn't a negative one, it wasn't the one the witch had hoped for. Normally at this point the receiver wanted to hear more, this time the receiver was content with what they heard. And the term Sith was a foreign one to the witch.

"I would never presume to speak for the Enchantress but I have faith she wouldn't hold such things against you. If you don't mind my asking what is a sith exactly?"

As she asked this, Lamia looked up to the sky and could see more choppers approaching in the distance. Reinforcement was on their way both in air and on land.

"It looks like we have company."

[Ira]

"One who follows the path of freedom, liberation, and one who lacks the fear to take the power needed to ensure their freedom," Ira explained as her smile twisted into place again at the sound and feeling of more approaching.

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion." The Sith Lord began as her aura shifted in excitement and retreated from the corpse it now left behind. It slowly picked itself up from the ground, the dense chilled fog no longer sprawled along the ground itself as it took to slowly climbing a bit higher. The echo of a growl of hunger could be heard by those who stood within the reach of Ira's expanding aura.

She flash a smile, her pointed teeth being displayed briefly as she turned and started walking to where Lamia once stood. Ira reached for her saber hilts clipped to the lowest belt strapped around her torso. "Through passion, I gain strength." Ira flipped the hilts to rest properly in her hands. Her gaze turned towards the approaching choppers.

"Through strength, I gain power." The echo became louder as a roar of the hunger rang clearly through her aura.

"Through power, I gain victory." She ignited the first saber in her left hand. The black blade came to life with a hiss, a terribly low hum accompanying the saber blade as it remained on.

"Through victory, my chains are broken." The saber in her right hand ignited. The brilliantly dazzling white blade came to life with a hiss of its own though it hummed a bit higher than her black saber.

"The Force shall free me." The togruta's aura flared and expanded out rapidly, the taint of the dark side strong enough to be felt by all it touched. Maybe not recognized as the dark side by these people, but something unnatural in its own right with its burning cold touch, how it would almost seemingly rob people of their breath for the briefest of seconds as it rushed past them.

It withdrew just as quickly as it had gone out though. Silence. And eerie stillness lingered in the air for a moment as the Sith Lord raised her hand. Silence was broken as was the stillness. Crackling white energy surged forth from her hand and towards the quickly approaching choppers. She had no problems unleashing what could easily turn into a storm upon these beings. Reciting the Sith Code before a fight always seemed so empower in itself. It also made her realize the her hunger.

"That is The Code of the Sith. A Sith is one who lives by that mantra." Perhaps she should have been avoiding this fight with her standing with Vulture. But no matter, instinct always won over with Ira. And right now, it felt instinctual to fight. It felt good to take that option. It felt right.

And she wouldn't deny herself the chance to do what felt so good.

[Lamia]

Lamia tilted her head while Ira explained what a sith was. They didn't sound too different from her and her own coven, really. It made the witch wonder if she would have been considered a sith in Ira's world. Sensing the excitement from the woman as she cited the words which sounded to be from some form of code, or doctrine, the witch couldn't help but become excited as well. Her own aura shooting off her body and filling up the area as the Vulture's soldiers came onto the scene. Pressing gravity itself down upon the approaching armored vehicles while Ira sent a foreign energy to the choppers above. The vehicles on the ground being crushed beneath the sudden force of gravity and killing all those inside. If there were any to begin with. Lamia was familiar enough with Isafaro to know not all of their vehicles were ran by actual people.

"Tell me more."

[Ira]

Ira lowered her hand, finally releasing stopping the flow of electricity, which had begun to leap from chopper to chopper within the formation after the first had begun to malfunction and begin to stall, before igniting. The same repeated with the others in the air, the first explosion not helping there survival either.

The togruta flipped her saber to be held properly within her hand, however, done with a bit more flare than required. The hand which held the blade in a reverse grip swung foward, forcing the tip of the saber down towards the ground, before she actually released the hilt, allowing the blade to spin freely in the air before snatching the hilt out of the air and catching it in a proper grip.

"Strive for perfection, but without the limitations society would have us bend to. Bypass their laws, morals, and ethics, to reach the perfection we so desire. To do so, we strive for the power to be able to be freed of such things.

The thought of perfection changes from one to another. But they overthink such simple things, in my opinion. The perfection we desire is achieved once we free ourselves from those guilts, once we are able to give ourselves that which we desire." Ira paused for a moment and rolled her head from side to side, her neck cracking as she did so.

"We obey the law, survival of the strongest. We are an Order who rids ourselves of pity emotions and use the others for our own power. Without conflict, with a miserable eternal lasting peace both an interal or external, our worlds will rot and not grow.

Such are basic beliefs of the Sith."

[Lamia]

The sound of a tank's main gun firing would end Ira's speech as Lamia held up her right palm and cast a shield stopping the tank's bullet dead in its track. Watching the left overs of the blast blow through the cold night's air before lowering the shield by dropping her hand and then raising it back up, taking control of the tank and lifting it up into the air as well. Crushing the tank by simply closing her fist and then tossing it aside as if the piece of equipment was nothing more than trash.

"What happens to a sith if they become weak?"

The now piece of trash former tank traveled through the air and landed on some more in-coming foot soldiers who attempted to flank the duo from the side. Some people would never learn to perform the simple motion of looking up to see the things above them...