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Post by Darth Decivus on Jul 20, 2022 18:28:00 GMT -5
Darth Decivus follows Chetar as she speaks, and steps up to the stage at her request. Standing before a crowd didn't bother him at all, fortunately. As Chetar speaks of Parha and Veran, the two of them begin their own approach, though wait to be summoned before stepping up themselves. He gazed upon them, and could feel their pride and sense of accomplishment as they hear Chetar praise them.
But when Parha's sky blue eyes, that so beautifully contrasted with her crimson skin, met with his glowing yellow red eyes, he felt her love for him. It washed over Decivus like a wave, more powerful than even his fear of losing her. His expression softens slightly, and he smiles at her, once more feeling the swelling sensation in his chest at the mere sight of the one person in the galaxy that could ever truly claim to be loved by him.
His eyes wander to the boy, Veran. Eleven years, and Decivus had never met the boy until he and Sarrai, now Necros, somehow found them among the Exchange goons on Tatooine, being used for menial labors. He'd immediately put them to sleep, as he didn't know how to handle the situation. He'd sent them to Axxila in secret, but eventually had Necros take them to Dathomir, as paranoia set in his mind of their safety.
But Veran had quickly become a strong lad, as was evident from his lean structure now. Fear and uncertainty had been replaced by confidence and pride. The two of them, father and son, would have to find a way to connect. Though, it would be difficult, Decivus knew. But still, he would try.
Decivus returned his attention to Chetar, who was speaking of the four Nightbrothers laid out upon the tables, nodding approvingly.
"Your people continue to have my gratitude, Mother." Darth Decivus tells Chetar, using her new title as a show of respect. "I should tell you, that years ago, your mate once took me to participate in the Selection Trials, and then in the ritual itself. The magics of Dathomir, of the Nightsisters, runs in my veins as thick as blood. I was not paired with a Nightsister, though I suspect that was out of tradition. So, I do have a request for you to consider."
Decivus glances at his family, and then back to Chetar.
"By the laws of your people, the Trials have made me one of your own. Despite my significant independence from your ways and lifestyle." he continues. "Should the need arise; should I falter - I would like to ask if I and my family would be welcomed to live as your people. In time, either I will be destroyed, or someone will seek to destroy that which I have built. Some Sith shed their ways to become Mandalorians, but I have no ties to Mandalore. If I have any home in the galaxy, I feel it would be here."
Decivus then bows his head slightly. He would wait for Chetar's reply, and then move to his family, where they then would go to the tables to eat, drink...
...And try to make sense of life...
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