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lol I'm a masochist. All the way. ^_^ And I'll try to refrain from any surprises... for now. I will go ahead and warn/tell you that Slade will be rejoining the party but I'll make sure it doesn't mess up anything you're doing. So don't worry... him and Kain won't fight. Their relationship is... complicated. We may find out more about that later.

As for Mortis... well he has other matters to deal with...
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The sound of rustling fabric comes from behind the Jedi, a strong, merciless hand suddenly crushing down on his shoulder, the threat transmitted thusly. "I can f***in' take care of myself, Jedi," Kain growls, the sound rumbling deep.

The vampire leans back in his seat, pulling his hand away from George hastily as if even the simple touch put him on edge. George cannot help but notice the splotch of blood the man -unknowingly- left behind on his shoulder. Those hands... even now blood remained... stained; stained with the lives of innocents and no doubt countless more. Kain was a force to be reckoned with, a demon which could unleash hell itself upon a world at any given moment. He was physical power incarnate. It would be wise not to provoke the redhead further.

As for that Slade character... he was even more threatening. Such eyes... much like his voice they remained cold and distant. Yet when the vampire had looked at George they had burned with an eternal fire fueled by something terrifying; something beyond hate. George shoots a quick glance at Kain, the redhead seemingly content for the moment watching blurs of green fly by. And to defeat such a monstrous, ravenous being as Kain... it was wrong that he had made it appear so easy. This new vampire had to be very powerful indeed.

At the mention of death Riordan’s eyes close, his brows furrowing together as if trying to contain some amount of anger. “Do you have so little faith in your abilities that you predict death is all which awaits you, Master Jedi? Do not foolishly assume that simply because you cannot sense your future this means it is not there. Dark forces are not all which cloud the eyes of a Force user,” he adds, his eyes opening slightly and cutting to the side to steal a glance at the Jedi. “You have become involved in the affairs of others who, no doubt, do not wish you to know how this story of yours ends before the curtain itself falls.”

The noble sighs, sliding his right hand into the folds of his robes where Shouten Yaiba lies, waiting to be awakened. Black smokes swirls faintly around the grip. “Have faith in your skills, dear Jedi. If you cannot manage such a simple task then have faith in my brother and I. You are a rather essential element in our own goals. As long as we remain at your side, we will not allow death to take you.”

Kain scoffs bluntly, a scowl hardening his features. “How f***in’ inspirational, Riordan. I’m all warm an’ fuzzy inside.”

Riordan rolls his eyes faintly, ignoring the comment.

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, The First’s Personal Quarters; unknown location...

“Master...”

Black smoke slithers up the length of a pale neck like a poisonous serpent. And it was just that... a viper, waiting for a moment of weakness, an opening to strike. But a time such as that would not come for its master. He would not fail.

“Master...?”

Razvan’s eyes shoot open, blackness swirling in their bottomless depths, the vampire somewhat aggravated his meditation was interrupted. “Yes?” his voice rings out deep and smooth, emotionless and cold.

“I bear news...”

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, Throne Room; unknown location...

Towering white and gray doors slowly and silently open without command as Razvan approaches, allowing the First to easily make his entrance into the throne room. Resembling the rest of the palace, the room which lay at its very heart was painted much the same: shades of gray and dull whites. It was like... nothingness.

Of course all this lack of color and life merely made the figure comfortably resting in the bland darkened chair at the top of a rather insignificant set of stairs even more noticeable, attention immediately drawn to the golden brown eyes which seem to shine out against the darkness around him. Only a select few knew the truth... that a far greater darkness lurked inside this very man than anywhere else. And that it was this man who would bring the universe... to its knees.

The figure waits patiently as Razvan walks the length of the room before falling to one knee at the base of the stairs. Razvan believes he catches a glimpse of a small smile beginning to curl those lips but the vampire dismisses the thought, bowing his head and clearing his mind. It was his policy to carefully watch and guard his thoughts when before his master, lest he offend his King.

“Master...”

“Razvan,” a calm voice answers his call, the voice ringing with a deep purr.

“It has been brought to my attention that several fullbring approach the Temple on Naboo. Their intentions appear to include entering the tomb and gaining access to whatever knowledge remains within such ruins...”

The figure props his right elbow up on the arm of his chair and leans into the palm of his hand, a small, charming smile sliding onto the Vampire King’s face. “Indeed?”

Razvan cannot help but lift his gaze to his Master. This man... fascinated him. He bore the look of a natural leader, a man people would -without hesitation- trust with their lives. But his eyes... they watched even Razvan with a predatory gleam. Prey... He was weak compared to this man... even in all his power he was still weak. It was this that left him in awe and because of this did he bow to Mortis alone.

“Yes, Master,” Razvan continues. “One of the fullbring is the same who caused Saro such trouble on Coruscant. It would appear he was worth killing after all. I apologize for not doing so. Do you wish me to deal with them before they create further incident?” he ponders.

Mortis is nothing but amused by the situation presented before him though the emotion does not dare betray itself. The Vampire King would not have gotten to where he was without anticipating the movements of those forming against him; even if those movements were unplanned by the very people making them. Mortals were such easy creatures to influence. It was like a game of chess. Move certain pieces and the others have no choice but to move accordingly.

The vampire tilts his head by the smallest amount, studying Razvan. The slightest move of muscles beneath paled skin, the way his chest rose and fell with every steady breath. Such loyalty. Razvan would do anything for his King; to protect his King. It was this which granted him such freedom around Mortis. Saro and the others were confined to the Outer Sanctums to prevent possible treacheries. None of them posed any kind of threat to Mortis himself but it was best to keep opportunities to a minimum.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Mortis’s polite voice answers.

Razvan’s face remains unchanging but his voice relays his underlying confusion. “Pardon?”

Mortis crosses his right leg across his left, tapping it lightly against the other. “The offer is tempting... I suppose, however, do not feel so compelled to involve yourself in such trivial matters, Razvan. The Temple shall deal with trespassers as it always has. No need to send an escort for corpses willing to walk to their own graves.”

Razvan bows his head respectfully. He would not question Mortis’s wisdom. His King was never wrong. “By you word, Master...” Razvan says softly, rising to his feet and turning to leave.

Mortis’s eyes follow him, the golden pools deepening in color as he remembers a time when that back bore majestic wings. Those wings... tainted and twisted as if belonging to a fallen angel, outcast by even God Himself. Another small smile, this one pure of dark delight. Soon, he thinks. Soon we shall claim our new kingdom and you... Razvan...

The doors close silently. Shall be my prince...

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Naitsu: Palace of Night

Fullbring: A Force vampire who was turned by any means other than his soul devouring itself [the way purebred Force vampires (such as Mortis and Razvan) are 'born']; can also refer to a tainted person who has yet to turn.

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Yeah well I decided to give Mortis and Razvan’s Master/Apprentice relationship a little more of a dark twist. You know, Razvan’s fascination with Mortis goes a little overboard and Mortis becomes interested in just how far Razvan’s loyalty to him stretches. That kinda thing. Now I know that more than likely seems quite icky to you but don’t worry. Right now its mostly nothing.

As the plot continues their relationship will slowly expand and come more out in the open as well but don’t worry about it. I’ll be a good girl and promise not to write anything over a PG-13 vampire level. There will be nothing intense at all between the two so you don’t have to fear, my dear (yay for rhymes! ).