They stood in the Valley in the Dark Realms, the dancing light of the Eternal Flame beckoning to them, shining in their eyes and illuminating their faces, bringing it's own brand of darkness to pale before that of the dimension in which it had been plunged. The comparative strengths of this place and the one without did not concern the Trio; they knew that the Flame was all that was needed, that this would be allowed to them by the ally of their father, and that what they would do was a command they could no more avoid from carrying out than they could avoid accepting the Sith blood which ran hot in their veins.

One female turned her head, her turquoise eyes blazing, her great and curling ram's horns cupping her face, twined about by the flaming locks of her thick and luxurious hair.

"We must wait," she whispered, now tossing her head back, savoring the warmth of the magickal fires upon the otherwise chill of her flesh, keenly aware of the brilliant ambiance of the eyes of the graven Sith Lords who lined the walls of the canyon in which they stood.

The other female tilted her head to her, half-lidding her own turquoise eyes, her horns curling gracefully away from the sides of her head like an impala's. A smile spread her moist and sensuously wide lips, allowing fangs to peep out upon them from within.

"We know what to say; he has taught us well," she retorted lightly, half a lip crooking upward now when she saw her sister's returning smile. "Our brother will ascertain our success; we must not overstay our welcome by the misuse of the time granted to us."

Both sets of matching eyes turned now to the shadowy distances behind them, where the screams of demons ricochetted off the stone walls, followed by the distinct swoosh of blade cutting air, then the sickening slurp as it cut flesh. There, standing tall and gleaming with vitality and vigor, his muscles oiled by the outskirts of the light coming from the Flame, their Brother stood, his head back with laughter, his own long and thick hair waving freely from his head, the shadow of his double set of goat's horns dancing against the walls of the canyon even as he swung his sword aloft and struck yet another demon in its tracks. It fell in two hideously writhing parts, screaming and bubbling insanely.

The Brother turned his brilliant violet eyes to the Twain, and raised aloft his Blade-- the Blade of a Warrior, indeed, it was very one wielded by their father once upon a world so distant and so very long ago. It gleamed in rune-enscribed, silvery assurance of the victory they would create from this night and in this place; he held it high in tribute to that victory, then turned to face yet another onrush of slavering demons of the Darker Realms.

One Sister held her hands out to the other.

"I know the words," she repeated in a soft whisper, taking up a slim hand in her own. For a quick eternity turquoise eyes met their mirror image...

Then the Two turned to the Flame, lifted their arms, hands clasped, and threw back their heads against the immensity of eternity now facing them.

Mystical words in Ancient High Sith echoed softly off the stones, and behind them the images of the Dark Lords seemed to groan.

It had finally begun.

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