User blog:Ore-samma/My Succubus (Star Wars) (lightsaber battle) (Grief) (Death) (No lewd)

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'' A Succubus fighting a Dark Armored Man of the Myterious radical cult that worship "The Emperor". She belive the man killed her father and her mom. ''

'' However, after her hand were cut in a fight, a Man revealed to be her father, who killed her mother because his desire for power making him being mind-controlled by the emperor. and convince her to join him. ''

'' OK OK....Yeah, I admit...this is actually "I am your father" scene in empire strike back... ''

So, Star Wars inspired one-shot.....very interesting to write!

I don't normally deal in death with my one-shots, but I will write it. If it is tasteful and well done. I imagine this is rather well done, and I am proud of it. If you don't like it, well- whatever.

But I do hope you like it.

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

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“What did you say?” I muttered while in long distance telepathic communication with my team leader.

''We distracted the palace guard, they left the throne room empty. They evacuated The Emperor, but the Emperor’s Right Hand is still there. It’s almost like he knows you’re coming!''

I gritted my teeth. “Good job, Reyes. Get your team out. No one comes back for me. I mean it. I only needed help to get this far. No one dies for my vengeance's sake.”

''Roger that. Best of luck, please try to come back.''

I winked off my link to the communication and took wing to one of the many windows of the Palace Throne room of this new cult within our lands.

They worshiped an enigmatic figure they all referred to as ‘The Emperor” but strangely enough, they kept to themselves and slaughtered any and all envoys of peace or negotiations from either side; Mamono or the Order.

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So they were left alone for many, many years. Until one day my foster parents Owen and Beru told me the truth.

My mother and father were both part of the envoy. And they were slain by the Right Hand of the Emperor, a dark knight by the name of Lord derVa.

The palace superstructure loomed before me. An over-the-top embodiment of opulence. I extended my magics and sensed him….alone….waiting.

I cried out in rage, he was taunting me, daring me to come.

I dove and slammed my magical force into the window, shattering it and blasting away the shards in a preemptive attack at the foul man.

I landed, noticing he didn’t even bother to even raise his hands in defense as the shards bounced off his armor.

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“Lilly, welcome.” Lord derVa said in a dark, hollow voice from deep within his deep black armor.

“How do you know my name!” I cried out.

“Your mother told me your name.”

I screamed, so it was true! I screamed and lifted the glass shards and coalesced them into a ball of molten glass and flung it at the monster.

He didn’t budge as the glass covered the surface of his armor. After a moment he strode towards me, shattering the layer, allowing it to tumble to the ground.

“The magic of your mothers is with you, young one...but you’re not a spell-sword yet.” He finished in a mocking tone, and drew out a thick metallic wand and gestured an arcane symbol over it. A crimson blade of pure magic erupted from its depths, humming with magical power. His armor also lit up with red lines, etching out runes of protection and warding against magic. My heart sank, realizing he would be virtually immune to my attack magics.

Okay, fine! Magical sabers it is. I drew out my own wand, made from Alraune blessed willow and made my own gesture, revealing a sun-yellow blade.

I bounded forward and clashed my blade against his. The crackle and feedback of magical energy told me that his crimson blade was far stronger than mine. I would have to be careful or he would shatter my magic.

I twisted my wrist, making his magic warp and flow differently and pressed the attack.

It soon became obvious that derVa was easily the most skilled opponent I ever faced. Blow-for-blow, parry after parry, we stood on near-equal footing.

“Your thoughts are chaotic.” derVa mused. “'''You are here seeking revenge. It consumes you. It give you purpose. It gives you power'''.”

I surged my magic through the blade, causing a feedback that repealed both our blades and forced both of us to take a step back.

“'''You should dive deeper into your anger, your hate! It gives you power! It gives you strength'''!”

I shook my head and took a deep breath. “You mis-judge me. You detect my purpose, but not my passions!” I concentrated and let go of my blade, allowing it to float beside me and took up another wand. This one was made of Ash and had it ignite another yellow blade. “You will see my full power that stems from my calm.”

derVa drew out two more blades and ignited them as they took positions around him. “And I will show you the true power of the Force I carry within me!”

I took to my acrobatic tactics now, using my wings, flight, my tail, tumbling in mid-air, changing direction by wrapping my tail around his body and using it as a fulcrum to be in unexpected places.

The dark lord seemed surprised and off-balance by this new combat form. I actually managed to destroy one of his swords- evening the fight, giving me an even greater advantage!

I pressed the attack, this would be the killing blow I-

I screamed and fell to my knees as I held my stump that was once my right hand. He had won….no!

“'''You are beaten! Surrender'''!” derVa said, holding his blade to my throat.

“I will never surrender!” I said through gritted teeth and backed up, scooting back but falling to the ground.

“'''You must! It is your destiny! It always was to come here and to be by my side'''!”

I panted, the red glow of derVa’s sword seemed to fill my vision. “Never! I will never join you! You killed my mother! You killed my father!”

derVa seemed to be taken aback and paused. “No.” His voice came from deep within the armor. “I am your father.”

I cried out, it could not be true! That was impossible! It could not be true!

“YOU LIE!” I screamed, focusing all my magical power and brought down the ceiling upon him.

derVa looked up and held out his hand, suspending the ceiling- preventing it from falling.

This was my chance. I rushed forward and placed my hand and wings on his armor, I sent a massive surge of my magical energy and poured it into the armor, causing it to crumble and disintegrate…..and saw....a carbon copy of my face in an expression of agony behind the crumbling helmeted mask.

I looked- the ceiling was falling again. I quickly wrapped my tail around derVa and jumped away as the ceiling fell with a resounding crash.

“ Lilly….thank you... ” A small voice said.

I looked and noticed a mangled body comprised of still disintegrating armor and broken flesh that was sustained by it.

“ The Emperor, he did this….he forced me to fight...to kill .” My father said with a weak grin. “'' Thank you, for stopping me….you...of all people….I am so proud, my little girl….so... ''”

My mind and heart shattered as the entirety of my life’s goal and my vast hate..... fell apart in a certain despair. My father….here? A prisoner?

“...father...” I whispered, feeling the first tears I could remember streak down my face.

“'' Go, Lilly. The Emperor will be back ''.”

“I...I have to save you! I can still save you somehow!” I cried.

“'' You did. And now….I can finally join your mother and rest...I love you, my daughter ''.”

“Please!” I begged, “Don’t leave me!”

My father closed his eyes and smiled, and I felt his presence depart.

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The roof started to crumble even more, and I immediately knew I had to go.

I stood, casting a fire spell to ensure my father would not be imprisoned again and took wing. A new hope, a new vengeance, a new hatred, and a new understanding flooding my awareness.

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(later)

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“Isn’t there anything I can do?” I whispered, looking at my master Hakutaku as she regrew my hand.

My master sighed and sat back, thinking. “From what you said, all that this Emperor has done is possible. And yes, it is possible to bring the dead back to life…..but it is so rare and uncommon only the most unintelligent fools would ever believe that it was commonplace.” She leveled her eyes to me. “There is an aspect to our lives, “our humanity” as humans would say; that we must accept death as being a part of life and the grief that comes with it.”

She shook her head solemnly. “To drag the peaceful dead, kicking and screaming from paradise and back to our world is almost a cruelty in some circumstances and only the most selfish of individuals would think it was a viable solution to take it so lightly, and foolishly.” She sighed. “That is not love. That is pure selfishness.”

She leveled her crystal blue eyes to me and placed her hand in my newly regrown one. “If there is any advice I could give you, it would be to allow your Lilim patron to face the Emperor and not you. Your father wouldn’t want your soul to be consumed by vengeance. And if you take vengence…..to try to relieve your grief….it would consume you.” She stood and let go of my hand.

“Get some rest, Lilly. You’ve been through so much, and have done so much...but above all, you gave both your mother and father some peace....I think they would want you to have the same...”

She left the medical wing of the castle of the Lilim patron I served. I stood and walked to the expansive window and sighed, watching the sun set over the serene farming kingdom that was still so young.

I closed my eyes, and wondered if I could possibly let it go.

I sat upon the bed, crying over the magical portraits of my mother and father in love. I closed my eyes on my tears and recited the mantra of calm.

'' Let my emotion be calmed in peace. ''

'' Let the darkness of ignorance be illuminated by knowledge. ''

'' Let my passions give way to serenity. ''

'' Let the chaos within, give way to harmony. ''

'' Love conquers all, and I shall carry it with me. ''

I inhaled and felt a sereneness fill my body. I laid down, covering myself with the blankets with my magic….imagining it was my mother and father who placed it upon me.

I sighed, letting the words flow from me like my tears and consciousness.

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“'' Goodnight…..I love you, mom…..dad…. ''”