I do not own any characters except for Evangeline. She is a human cyborg Sith Warrior.
Thank you to Bioware for this awesome game.
I was eight years old when I made my first kill.
The man was a weak and pathetic creature, he had betrayed my father and undergone punishment.
My father made me watch, he taught me that squeamishness was weakness and weakness was death.
The man looked into my eyes, pleading with me silently for mercy, I spat in disgust. Where was his mercy when he decided to go against my father to the Republic?
No, I would prove to my father that I was strong, that the power of the Sith ran true in my blood as it did in his.
He handed me the knife, it was such a beautiful and dangerous little blade. I saw the pride in his eyes as I cut the man, revelling in his pain and despair.
"Well done my Eva, you show no weakness in face of this man…prove to him that mercy is death."
In one swift movement I slashed the blade across the betrayers throat, I saw his eyes go wide as his blood gushed onto my dress. I felt the warmth of it flow onto me as the light disappeared from his eyes and his choking gasps convulsed his dying body.
As he slumped to the floor at my feet my father knelt down touching his fingers to the now flooded floor, so much blood, I did not think it possible to come from one person.
He raised his hand and touched my forehead, I felt the wetness of it as it trickled down my face. A brand, an initiation…
It seemed I had passed with flying colours.
He held me then, for one of the brief moments in my life I felt loved, I felt that I had done something right…
It would end all too soon.
OOooOOooOOooOO
I was on fire.
The pain in my face and hands was excruciating, like nothing ever felt. I did not think it possible that anyone could live through such pain and yet here I was. I could hear a high pitched wailing, almost like a banshee, it hurt my ears and I begged for it to stop…
I then realised I was the one making the noise and suddenly, there was no pain.
I was outside myself, I was looking down as the doctors and nurses worked on my spasming body and realised I had become one with the force.
I had disconnected myself and yet I felt clarity.
I felt no pain or hate or fear…
Was this what the Jedi called peace?
And if so then everything I had ever been taught was a lie…
And then I saw him, the one who had done this to me.
My own brother.
In a fit of rage he had thrown a pot of boiling water onto me, scalding my face and the whole left side of my body. In my shock I had stepped backwards and fallen over the banister landing two storeys below.
Seeing him I could not hold on to what I was, I was sucked back into my body to feel the agony of life once more.
I screamed.
Hate, fear, pain and despair escaped from my lips.
I was sixteen when I realised that everything was a lie, that brief touch of peace I had felt would never be mine as long as I lived in a world with people like him.
I was alive…
But I did not live.
OOooOOooOOooOO
I was accepted.
My whole life had been leading to this point, I finally had purpose and my Master had given it to me.
"Go to Balmorra, meet with my agent there. You are meant for great things my Apprentice."
His power flowed through me, it felt vile and I revelled in it.
As long as I felt pain I knew I was alive, I had one goal, and until it was accomplished I had to keep on living.
I would get my revenge, and this would be my start.
I am Evangeline of House Corus.
This is my Legacy.