(Rewriting the story of this now, never liked the way I made the character seem in this story. things might stay the same but mostly things will be rewritten 2022-08-08
(BEWARE you may find the next couple of chapters inconsistent and extremely messy! It is due to the fact that those are the older chapters that will be either removed or rewritten.)
Many years ago when she was a young child, Kalliste never had parents to connand ect to, never had anyone to care for as she grew up in the streets of Outworld. When she was very young, she learned the ways of the streets, the value of a coin, and the importance of having a friend in the right place at the right living poor and empty led to vile options for Kalliste. When she was very young, she got involved with a mighty treasured island of gold and value that was ownsoul-takingl taking sorcerer named Shang Tsung. Shang Tsung was a powerful ansoul-takingl taking sorcerer who was a master of the dark arts. He collected souls and used them as currency.
Yet what he found in Kalliste was someone he could puppeteer, harbor, and use like a child of his own, except he wasn't a man who cared for emotions or connection. He simply used everyone and everything for power, and in doing so he was able to achieve a great deal of wealth and power for his grew up and became a blossomed young woman who only found comfort in draping herself in dark clothing, making her seem like a mystery to everyone who passed her way.
She learned the ways of a killer, honing her body and her mind into a being of pure killing instinct, and over the years, she killed anyone and everyone who got in her by the command of the sorcerer Shang Tsung. Perhaps she didn't care too much about the consequences of her actions, she didn't put much intoought in the demise of others, she simply did what she had to do to survive. It was time that he brought her to his master.
He had only told her that they would be frequenting a large, grand fortress in the heart of Outworld. It had an intimidating sense about it, she swore she could feel its dark energy right away, but she did not bother to ask what was so special about it.
When they finally arrived at the grand fortress, she could see that it was indeed a powerful place was littered with guards, skulls on their helmets, and other beings she hadn't seen. Kalliste was an insider and had no expanded knofledge on other species that shared Outworld's domain,, in fact she didn't not a lot of knofledge on any living as she ontoepped on the threshold of the fortress, a horrible feeling came over her as she remembered the many times she had why would it bother her now?
"Follow me," Shang Tsung ordered and she began to curl his tongue, speaking out his pieces of knowledge of the palace, "This is the fortress I have been speaking to you about. Understand, girl, it is a place that deems respect and discipline."
Kalliste glanced at him and nodded as he gave an unnoticed expression. They continued to walk through the grand halls until they arrived in a throne room that bore emerald colors and intimidating structures.
"Remember what I said, Kalliste. Show respect to the emperor." Shang Tsung said and stood at the entrance of the throne room and took a moment to look around. The roomntirely empty, it had guards that stood around like menacing statues in any case of disturbing matters. Suddenly, a group of beings entered into the room, a six-limbed freak, a woman in red, and two other females in blue. Kalliste had wondered if those women were his mistresses. Although she had hardly known anything about the special allies of Shao Kahn. The Emperor Shao Kahn, a being of immense strength, sat upon his throne, "You may approach the chair."
Kalliste walked forward as she noticed the large hammer by his side."Show your respect to your emperor, girl!"
With closed fists, the emperor pounded them against his stopped just before reaching the throne and bowed Kahn sat on his throne as he looked at the being before he noticed Shang Tsung, his familiar who dared to invite this mysterious creature into his home, in front of his presence.
"So, this is the girl you speak of. Your daughter?" He seemed almost amused."My daughter." Shang Tsung answered for her, and she knew that she would be killed for speaking out against him if she did not answer."She is a powerful being. I've raised her well." Although, she had never considered him like a father. But she remained calm and obedient for all these years. Th really no one to deexceptn expect the sorcerer who took her.
Kalliste rolled her eyes from left to right. Feeling tranquil rather than concerned."Now, I ask you for your name, girl." The tyrant called out, demanding her as he sat comfortably on his only gave him a blank stare and an unmoving throat. "May I ..tastetaste of her blood..?"
Suddenly a female voice rose from the woman in red. She stepped forward, a crimson attire with red hair. She was the embodiment of blood red. How odd. The woman glanced at the Emperor to which he nodded. Kalliste turned to Shang Tsung as if she needed his approval first. Instead, he did not protest.
"Of course, Skarlet." Shao Kahn replied. She smiled vividly and proceeded her way towards Kalliste. Her eyes of piercing carmine had glazed all over the girl. Kalliste squirmed as she stared intensely at the woman. Eye sockets slowly turn into a pitch black. The woman began curling her hands to draw blood from within Kal's pores. It started to hurt and hurt until Kalliste's energy had become dark with anger. For that result. The woman began to cough and backed off as she stumbled. Her eyes grew in confusion and slight fear.
"Demon! She is a demon. - Her blood is tainted with darkness." Kal's eyes focused on the woman as she slightly smirked. Shao Kahn continued to observe the situation as Skarlet was attempting to settle from the Tsung walked forward, "You must understand, my Emperor, she is one of a kind."The Emperor nodded in return.
"Perhaps you may join my court." He rises from his seat and approaches her. Suddenly the six-limbed creature approaches the brooding emperor, a face of worry and disgust worn on him.
"Your excellency, she cannot be trusted. She has taken from your throne." Its fiery blood oranges eyes glared at her, already uninterested in her. This slightly worried Shang Tsung."Show me your power by fighting in my koliseum. You have much to prove." Kalliste lowered her eyes to the ground, thinking of her situation. She sat cold and stiff on her knees as his strange and unusual allies watched.
Without hesitation, Shang Tsung spoke, "Emperor, per-"
"Let the girl speak, Sorcerer, she has a voice too." He silenced Shang Tsung with his stern voice and faced Kalliste once began to stand on her two feet and nodded in response to his offer."Very well, then, let us begin."
Cheering and loud noises came from above. The Kahn sat on his throne in the middle of the koliseum.
He watched intensely as Kalliste waited for an , forming, expanding, as her body swells with an invocation. Certain darkness overlapped her veins. Her claws draped over her hair, spiking towards the sunlight. Closing her eyes.
"Today, we have gathered for this new fighter in our court. She shall be put to the test if she qualifies to be Shao Kahn's loyal follower or not. We shall see this in Mortal Kombat." Drums rolled, a tension spoke and the tyrant sat in comfort for his upcoming entertainment.
"You will face - " The emperor paused as he waited for a distant moment, an opening from afar revealing itself. A large figure with an elongated body, brass muscles, and odd features.
"Motaro!" Kalliste examined the creature, how amazingly strange Outworld's species would be created into such hideous things. A centaur-like creature. Kalliste rolled her eyes but remained patient as its over-confidence was showering over them. It was smiled greatly, looking down at Kalliste.
"Fight!"The fight had begun, they moved at a slow pace. Eyeing each other's demeanor. And with a sudden heavy hit from the large creature, it threw its first hit. Kalliste quickly hopped away from its impact. Having to miss a hit is always an opportunity to hit back. Kalliste took her right arm and began to jab its side abdomen. The piece of flesh didn't flinch one bit and it proved to be ineffective. She felt a smile from above.
Motaro gripped its hands and grabbed onto Kalliste's head like a pa iece of a toy in that one clawing machine game. He threw her against the flat and sandy ground. It was so stiff and rough. But she quickly stood up - already the heat from the surroundings was getting to her. All this thing could compose was brute force and prideful damages.
Suddenly, Motaro bounced into the air, baffling Kalliste for a moment. He reached over towards her, a staggering moment before stepping all over her. As the impact hit, Kalliste rolled over to dodge his attack. But instantly charged at him. Hitting his back with a heavy throw from her platform boots.
With her damned claws, rings to the edges. Ready to be gave him a good swipe from her claws. A consistent spillage of pain and tearing of the skin. She constantly avoided its grasp and hits. The subtle fur slowly gave its way to blood and exposed flesh bits. The heavy blows were too slow to grapple onto someone so much smaller and faster, almost like a drifting shadow.
"Let me grab you - you little shrimp!" He said as he finally took grasp of her legs. Lift her like a dangling rabbit from its hinds, she swung closer to him - shoving her body into his arms. Digging those sharp damned claws into the crease of his acromion. Letting her drop as one of his arms felt an intensive tear. She tasted his agony. The blood on her fingertips struck out and pushed onto the ground.
A heavy blow from her foot caused a loud thump and the cracking of his back. A good slash against his ankles. Stumbling onto the sandy grounds. Dust broke free. Kalliste then put her hand against a holster of a certain dagger. Taking in her grip properly. Lifting it high above the torn creature. She gave him a blank stare with her jaded peepers. All ready to meet fresh ichor.
"Finish him!" The Emperor called out. Her eyes continued to glare at the surprisingly broken centaur thralled within her left arm as a sparking blade rose from her hand and palm. It struck Motaro in the chest.
He gave a few small cries and fell back, blood spewing from the raised her head high and screamed,a powerful slice soaring through his flesh cutting him in half from the stomach to the chest. His large arms and hands fell back, a scream emerging from his mouth. His blood painted the sands with red and his eyes stared at her with a dead cheers of the crowd rose as Kalliste stood still from the fatality.