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After did such an amazing job with Jess, I knew I had to let him have a crack at Solara. He's always so on point with my characters and I just love his stuff. Go take a look!

I aint no angel

Don't got no halo

I Cut off my wings
Made my momma scream
Im your darkest dream

They call me devil
My heart is empty
They call me devil
Just try and tempt me

I'll steal your soul
I'll eat you whole
Aint no other way

They call me devil
And you should be afraid

I will tell you lies
I'll crawl inside your mind

Grab hold of your eyes
I will make you mine
And Im gonna take my time

Call Me Devil - Friends in Tokyo
youtu.be/K2b_Vk132_I

Snippet from 'Thirteen Thirteen: Descent into the Underworld

As he waffles on, you feel a sudden presence in your mind. You no longer focus on the little man and his prattling – this voice all but demands your attention. It is not calm like the man in black was, or seductive like Vanitas. It is rich and powerful, the tone of one used to being obeyed.

'Ah yes, you have come, as I knew you would,' the voice says imperiously.

'She tempts you, but does not understand you…! So much lost, yes, but so much potential… It may be that I might help you recover what is lost, and to unlock your potential… To complete your training others began, and show you how you may fit into my vision…

The voice is potent, but the man in black did warn you others would come calling, and that you should be on your guard.

'I’m… interested,' you admit. 'Love to hear you out. But something pressing is on my agenda right now.'

'And what might be so pressing?' the voice asks, almost amused.

'I’m going to find out who blew me up and leave a wake of Blood and Fear so big, that the next fucker thinks twice…!'

His voice rings with soft laughter.

'Revenge…! Yes, it is a powerful motive, one I understand very well! But come now, you are wiser than that. To where will you search, where will you travel? Even if you knew, how would you get there?'

He lets the reality of your situation sink in.

'You like to think logically… I respect that. So consider your position – you know little of your enemy, your past is a mystery. Enemies may yet seek you, to try and finish what they started. Your weapon is broken, your allies few. You cannot lash out wildly at the galaxy… that is not your way. You were very precise – your appearance was never a coincidence, and the lessons you taught were done to prove a point. So it was, and so you might be again…!'

'I’m… listening,' you continue, wondering if you really have a choice.

'This ‘Empire’ is a band of petty tyrants, barely united under a madman… The years of war have brought its nascent glory to its knees. But it keeps its deepest secrets buried, yes?'

'For almost two decades, it was our enemy, and we have learned much of it… But you hunt a foe that does not officially exist. To whom will you ask of your past? Their soulless clone slaves, sent to die in their billions, who know nothing but the commands of their masters? Their military, these ‘Moffs’, short-sighted and greedy and weak, more fearful of one another than their true enemies?'

'Or did you wish to interrogate the ‘Emperor’ himself, the shell of a once-great man, now ageing and his mind failing, as he potters about his deserted death-station, issuing orders to fleets that have long since deserted or been destroyed? What could the ramblings of a senile old man tell you, I wonder?'

His question is purely rhetorical, so you say nothing.

'Once, you planned your assignments meticulously. It is said even your masters feared your zeal. It is not your way, to run off blindly, seeking vague revenge. So allow me to offer you an alternative.'

'You know you’re not the only one to make that offer…' you reply.

'Yes… Lars likes to meddle, does he not? the voice says mockingly. But he is not as clever or subtle as he thinks, nor as important. He is an intriguing side-show at best. And the one that calls herself ‘Vanitas’? Not without talent, but growing increasingly desperate, I think. She has built on weak foundations, and fears her criminal empire collapsing about her…'

'Not you, though?' you murmur. At least you have a name for the man in black.

'We are in the ascendency, the voice brags. Through long years of war, we have grown while our enemies have faltered. And I have witnessed many wars – long ago, I stood against the Old Republic when others feared to do so. We fought their Jedi lackeys to a standstill, until they fled to the far rim of the galaxy on some foolish errand. And then, in their stead, rose this ‘Imperium’, this ‘new order’, promising to bring strong rule as the Jedi faltered. They thought us easy prey; we proved them wrong. Decades of learning and improvising, hitting them where they were weak, exploiting their frailties, and winning allies to our cause. We brought the beast down, a death of a thousand cuts, until it was on its knees. We would have surely destroyed it, were it not for the return of the Order…!'

The hatred in his tone now is a tangible thing.

'They came back from wherever they fled, and showed they had learned nothing. Once more, they believed they could impose their will upon us. But then, they were strong, if rotten at their core… and we nothing more than rag-tag ‘rebels’… But now, they were diminished, and we had grown strong… Now, we own a quarter of the galaxy, and are capable of defending it… To their chagrin, they found we could fight them on equal terms.'

His voice calms slightly. 'Look about you. What you see here is only the most meagre of roots… The Alliance begins in places such as this, but it is far from all we are… This war will falter to an inconclusive end, but what follows will be very interesting indeed…! The Order knows there are those who are unafraid of them, those who can harm them. Old rulers will step aside, and a new galaxy will face an uncertain future. We are ideally placed to be the driving force of this new galaxy. Our gains were hard-won in the fires of war. And now we are strong…'

You can almost imagine him smiling now.

'But we can become stronger. Certain… compromises were made. We had to be ruthless to secure parity, let alone victory. And in doing so, we forgot the natural order of things… That those blessed with power, such as you and I… were born to shape the galaxy and direct it to our will. Instead, the flower of a generation was sacrificed, their great potential squandered as disposable tools in war. This cannot continue; all know things must change. And so I will shape our future from the ashes of our past. I shall make a new order, one in which we accept our natural power and responsibility, to protect our holdings by any means necessary…!'

It is a powerful pitch, you muse… one that actually resonates with you. This, surely, is who you were before?

'What do you want of me?' you ask.

'My holdings are not far, he insists. This is no place to speak of such weighty matters. Come to my palace, and we might discuss this in a civilised fashion. We are aristocrats of an old tradition, with the power of our blood in our veins. And you, are lost, and weary, without direction or guidance. Let us speak in person, and together, we might plan the future of the galaxy…!'

Description
After did such an amazing job with Jess, I knew I had to let him have a crack at Solara. He's always so on point with my characters and I just love his stuff. Go take a look!

I aint no angel

Don't got no halo

I Cut off my wings
Made my momma scream
Im your darkest dream

They call me devil
My heart is empty
They call me devil
Just try and tempt me

I'll steal your soul
I'll eat you whole
Aint no other way

They call me devil
And you should be afraid

I will tell you lies
I'll crawl inside your mind

Grab hold of your eyes
I will make you mine
And Im gonna take my time

Call Me Devil - Friends in Tokyo
youtu.be/K2b_Vk132_I

Snippet from 'Thirteen Thirteen: Descent into the Underworld

As he waffles on, you feel a sudden presence in your mind. You no longer focus on the little man and his prattling – this voice all but demands your attention. It is not calm like the man in black was, or seductive like Vanitas. It is rich and powerful, the tone of one used to being obeyed.

'Ah yes, you have come, as I knew you would,' the voice says imperiously.

'She tempts you, but does not understand you…! So much lost, yes, but so much potential… It may be that I might help you recover what is lost, and to unlock your potential… To complete your training others began, and show you how you may fit into my vision…

The voice is potent, but the man in black did warn you others would come calling, and that you should be on your guard.

'I’m… interested,' you admit. 'Love to hear you out. But something pressing is on my agenda right now.'

'And what might be so pressing?' the voice asks, almost amused.

'I’m going to find out who blew me up and leave a wake of Blood and Fear so big, that the next fucker thinks twice…!'

His voice rings with soft laughter.

'Revenge…! Yes, it is a powerful motive, one I understand very well! But come now, you are wiser than that. To where will you search, where will you travel? Even if you knew, how would you get there?'

He lets the reality of your situation sink in.

'You like to think logically… I respect that. So consider your position – you know little of your enemy, your past is a mystery. Enemies may yet seek you, to try and finish what they started. Your weapon is broken, your allies few. You cannot lash out wildly at the galaxy… that is not your way. You were very precise – your appearance was never a coincidence, and the lessons you taught were done to prove a point. So it was, and so you might be again…!'

'I’m… listening,' you continue, wondering if you really have a choice.

'This ‘Empire’ is a band of petty tyrants, barely united under a madman… The years of war have brought its nascent glory to its knees. But it keeps its deepest secrets buried, yes?'

'For almost two decades, it was our enemy, and we have learned much of it… But you hunt a foe that does not officially exist. To whom will you ask of your past? Their soulless clone slaves, sent to die in their billions, who know nothing but the commands of their masters? Their military, these ‘Moffs’, short-sighted and greedy and weak, more fearful of one another than their true enemies?'

'Or did you wish to interrogate the ‘Emperor’ himself, the shell of a once-great man, now ageing and his mind failing, as he potters about his deserted death-station, issuing orders to fleets that have long since deserted or been destroyed? What could the ramblings of a senile old man tell you, I wonder?'

His question is purely rhetorical, so you say nothing.

'Once, you planned your assignments meticulously. It is said even your masters feared your zeal. It is not your way, to run off blindly, seeking vague revenge. So allow me to offer you an alternative.'

'You know you’re not the only one to make that offer…' you reply.

'Yes… Lars likes to meddle, does he not? the voice says mockingly. But he is not as clever or subtle as he thinks, nor as important. He is an intriguing side-show at best. And the one that calls herself ‘Vanitas’? Not without talent, but growing increasingly desperate, I think. She has built on weak foundations, and fears her criminal empire collapsing about her…'

'Not you, though?' you murmur. At least you have a name for the man in black.

'We are in the ascendency, the voice brags. Through long years of war, we have grown while our enemies have faltered. And I have witnessed many wars – long ago, I stood against the Old Republic when others feared to do so. We fought their Jedi lackeys to a standstill, until they fled to the far rim of the galaxy on some foolish errand. And then, in their stead, rose this ‘Imperium’, this ‘new order’, promising to bring strong rule as the Jedi faltered. They thought us easy prey; we proved them wrong. Decades of learning and improvising, hitting them where they were weak, exploiting their frailties, and winning allies to our cause. We brought the beast down, a death of a thousand cuts, until it was on its knees. We would have surely destroyed it, were it not for the return of the Order…!'

The hatred in his tone now is a tangible thing.

'They came back from wherever they fled, and showed they had learned nothing. Once more, they believed they could impose their will upon us. But then, they were strong, if rotten at their core… and we nothing more than rag-tag ‘rebels’… But now, they were diminished, and we had grown strong… Now, we own a quarter of the galaxy, and are capable of defending it… To their chagrin, they found we could fight them on equal terms.'

His voice calms slightly. 'Look about you. What you see here is only the most meagre of roots… The Alliance begins in places such as this, but it is far from all we are… This war will falter to an inconclusive end, but what follows will be very interesting indeed…! The Order knows there are those who are unafraid of them, those who can harm them. Old rulers will step aside, and a new galaxy will face an uncertain future. We are ideally placed to be the driving force of this new galaxy. Our gains were hard-won in the fires of war. And now we are strong…'

You can almost imagine him smiling now.

'But we can become stronger. Certain… compromises were made. We had to be ruthless to secure parity, let alone victory. And in doing so, we forgot the natural order of things… That those blessed with power, such as you and I… were born to shape the galaxy and direct it to our will. Instead, the flower of a generation was sacrificed, their great potential squandered as disposable tools in war. This cannot continue; all know things must change. And so I will shape our future from the ashes of our past. I shall make a new order, one in which we accept our natural power and responsibility, to protect our holdings by any means necessary…!'

It is a powerful pitch, you muse… one that actually resonates with you. This, surely, is who you were before?

'What do you want of me?' you ask.

'My holdings are not far, he insists. This is no place to speak of such weighty matters. Come to my palace, and we might discuss this in a civilised fashion. We are aristocrats of an old tradition, with the power of our blood in our veins. And you, are lost, and weary, without direction or guidance. Let us speak in person, and together, we might plan the future of the galaxy…!'