Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Aug 23, 2013 9:11:45 GMT -8
The Hidden Darkness- Principal Authors: Crystaall (list)
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Crystaall's personal logs of her descent into the Dark SideTimeframe: Present DayAn experience never wanted. To be pulled by the darkness that hides within each living being. Some embrace it, others try to perfect themselves to forget it even exists. Everyone treats their inner hell differently. I am no exception. I thought I would never feel the dark spirit pull me in like it pulled my brother. It only dragged me by my ankles, further into the darkness. I knew then, I could not forget whatever I would do with the rising hatred within me. And I can confirm that I havn't forgotten what I've done. The people I killed, the small instances of hell I caused for both the Imperials and the New Republic, the families I tore apart with my violence, and the nightmares of how far I could fall. This is all I can speak of in this log. I will explain the murders and hell I caused in the next one. |
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Aug 24, 2013 5:34:00 GMT -8
The act of killing an innocent. The art of killing with no remorse. That is what one would call murder. I know what it means to kill, but to mindlessly do so, suggests you have either lost the path originally chosen for you, or you are cursed to be the very evil another being must eradicate and cleanse the galaxy of. I was neither. I was the agent of death, killing Jedi who had survived the execution and assassinating Imperials like it was out of style. My mind was a tortured soul that only knew to rest between each kill. I even stalked my own daughter, attacking her once, and leaving the burning image of my crystal blue eyes that never belonged with the pale skin of a darksider. I can't say I didn't enjoy the killings. Some showed me the rush it created, and taught me that after one kill, the adrenaline would snap giving me the boost to kill the others in my way. I was merciless. I'm surprised I am not still corrupted by the darkness. I only hope my rage and recklessness doesn't get me in too much trouble.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Sept 1, 2013 20:53:59 GMT -8
Anger and destruction. This is what fueled me when I became influenced by the dark side. When I became influenced, I can't say I resisted. I had lost so much in such a short time, my anger was taking control, I wanted revenge. I personally hunted all who made me suffer in the years. I ripped the man who was in charge of bombarding Theed. I left nothing left of him but his jaw. There were others I killed, mostly Imperials, that I made suffer worse than the people they killed close to me. I don't know how long this went on for until I lost control of my own actions. I'd get up out of a makeshift bed, go to a nearby bar and blackout. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, every night, with blood on my hands and body parts of my enemies. I was sickened, that there was a darker side of myself I could no longer see. I believe it was the AI named Dark Angel that made me blackout and she went on rampages, taking momentos from each kill. Anyone would be scared of themselves. I was.. well I was frightened. I never expected this. I didn't want this. I forced myself to stay awake. I'd sit in a room, holding my legs close, as if I thought they'd crawl away. I was a broken teenage girl who knew nothing other than to kill, sleep and eat. It was worth than what people describe hell to be. I delved farther than hell, and somehow, I crawled out with my mind intact. I was smarter now, but I gained the memories of the AI's killings. They still haunt and scare me to this day. I was a killer, and I promise never to lose control, but in the heat of battle, when you lose control, both sides gain an advantage. The advantage of knowing the next move, will decide the fate of the everyone, including those that aren't involved. That is it for today. I might make a final inquiry of my personal hell and how I managed to break free. If I did, switch to the next audio log.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Sept 9, 2013 5:38:11 GMT -8
This should be the last one. The others seemed like hell, but they weren't. I went from job to job, killing people for money, and when I wasn't paid, I killed my employers. I almost acted acts of crime with the AI, but something scared me more than the Dark Angel screwed inside my head. It was a clan the was expert in killing Darksiders. I was as close as you could get without being considered Sith, so when I crossed their path, they hunted,my like an animal who escaped from its master. Afraid and alone. I skirted around the outer rim, with no stop. The clan that was after me wouldn't stop. But I lost them. How? I'm not really sure. The last thing I van recall is sitting crosslegged in the air. I lost all my presence in the Dark side from meditation. I got rid of the AI and it serves me now, with a cybernetic body. But the call of the Darkside is in everyone. To most it is just a whisper, but it screams at me with a dieing voice, as if it needs me. As if it wants me. It calls my name in the middle of the night and I hear its screams from below the ground as if it is the very essence of hell. The only thing I know or care about the Darkside is that it still holds a tempting offer, to lose control.
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