Now shoving the Tooth into her belt, she whirled about, dismissing the now twice-shocked group as utterly as one truly Queen of this place ever could. The others were indeed but playthings, pawns of the Realms in the Games it so loved to play as it endeavored over and over, unceasingly, throughout endless Eternities to figure out exactly who it was. What it was.

So it could be. So it could WIN.

But she. She herself WAS touched by this place. Truly caressed by it's glory. Bound further by her daughters. Both coming not merely via death... but death created by the Realms itself. Not by doppleganger, not by avatar, but...

Pure Darkness itself.

As she had been, via Entaris, He who thanks to the curiosity of trembling scientists had provided the shell into which Darkness itself could find embodiment. No amount of love poured back into her being could ever completely erase his velvety touch.

Her back to the group prevented them from seeing the sly little grin now creasing her features.

"I must find my father!"

Secure in her safety by virtue of familiarity, and using her inherent powers only as a matter of convenience, she disappeared...

To find herself in yet another great courtyard, but one that was ancient before the Universe itself was created. Molded from something dark, something preceding that which has come to be known as matter, it defied the very laws of Nature by holding itself in the form of a forbidding wall of indeterminate height, a wall which appeared to lead off in either direction right and left of her. Directly in front of her rose the ominous form of a great, rotting gate, and upon that gate was hung...

Hatred, love, sheer evil and pure light; all warred a brief but cataclysmic battle within the heart of the Halfling. Both sides of her life called out to her, both sides of her new being, both sides of That Which Truly Was screamed and screamed and screamed...

Something won out. It did not proclaim it's victory.

"FATHER!"

She could easily have summoned an entourage of imps, to remove his battered and broken body from it's bondage. Even more easily, by use of her inborn talents she could have brought him down.

But bubbling anger toward The One whose sheer audacity had brought this Great Lord to so ignominous a position prompted her to reach forth with both slender arms, Tooth in one hand, with which she wrestled against the bonds that tied him upon that rotting gateway. Long and hard she fought, refusing to let anything other than her own feelings toward this Sith be that which brought forth his release.

By dint of hard work, buoyed by an undercurrent of tenacity, and ribboned through with promises of revenge, she finally achieved her goal. Something close to tears burned in her eyes as she finally managed to lower his body to the non-ground.

Amazingly, he yet lived. This place would not let him go.

His turquoise eyes opened, and he looked upon her face. Cracked lips struggled to form words, words which lisped in barely a whisper for lack of both strength and teeth.

"M-my daughter..."

A shaky hand reached up to caress her face, the touch softened further by his lack of claws. Her own hand reached up to cover his, press it against her cheek even as her other one caressed his own. A timeless moment ticked by, a wealth of words passed between them.

It is said the eyes are the windows to the soul. She looked down into his face, understanding leaping from his into hers.

A single tear falling united them as one.

Then with powers unique to her as Queen of the Realms, as Holder of the All by Birth, she did what any loving daughter would do for her father.

She made him die.

The Daughter of Darkness ceased in her gyrations at the sudden disappearance of her mother. For a moment she paused, one hand running seductively up her cheek to come in contact and toy with a tendril of her raven's-wing hair.

A glow of blood hissed forth from her eyes, and she cocked her head to one side.

"Coming Mother," she said simply, and just as simply...

Disappeared...

...to appear at the Place of the Ancients alongside her mother. She cast a sidelong glance toward her, curling her lip at the raw emotion ShaRhylla was spewing out into the darkness with the intensity of a supernovae.

Still toying with her hair, she pirouetted off a little ways, coming to a stop to let her head fall back in sheer enjoyment of this strange part of the Realms. There weren't many who found it as alluring as did she; not even the noisome and slavering imps came here to play.

It was too horrid even for them.

At length small noises coming from behind her captured her attention, and she turned. Her eyes glinted as she watched what her mother was doing.

When the Halfling was finished, she wafted over and nudged the still from with a delicate toe.

"He should be having a most wonderful time," she said, her voice light and merry, it's tone in complete opposition to the act that had just ensued. Falling silent then, she waved a hand languidly, as if shoo-ing away a persistent insect. A ruby pool of bubbling red liquid suddenly appeared.

"I'm going to take a little nap now, Mother," she said simply. "Call if you need me."

With that she stepped into the pool, and sank beneath its surface. A small vortex was created in the aftermath, one which grew in size and strength to attract the liquid in which it was housed and draw it into itself.

Moments later, and there was nothing to show it had ever even been there.

One didn’t experiment much in the breadth of one’s feelings in the Darker Realms, after all. Just by being here, by being part and parcel of it, all other feelings disappeared as mist before the wind, leaving only that which the Darker Realms demanded as being the embodiment of its very being.

Dark.

So as her daughter disappeared to go off and amuse herself in whatever manner as would occur to her, ShaRhylla now turned her attention to that desire which yet needed quenching.

Her Father.

Being the Dark Queen of these Realms by Entaris’s hand, they recognized her immediately. It took no more than the simple thought of her desire...

...and she was standing before unexpected mountains of white rubble, rubble over and around which flying and warbling imps screamed, rubble which despite the great powers inherent within it could not quite hide from her desires that which was the focus of them.

She cocked her head, blinked, and looked down the broken and impossibly yet bleeding form of her father, Ankrist Roan, the Dark Lord of the Sith, now chained in death to the darkness of this place. For a moment she remained quiet, considering him. Then giving the body a push with her foot, she cleared her throat, a delicate sound wafting into the noisome non-ness of the Realms.

It was as if he had merely been sleeping. As if the sound had roused him from his slumbers, gaining his attention, bringing him to wakefulness. The gurgle of moisture-laden air rushing into his lungs forced his body a step closer to life; with a small gasp, he raised his head.

She chewed her lip, exposing a single white fang, even as her violet rimmed turquoise eyes dimmed to black rimmed blood red. Within her soul, dark as she was, a battle raged. While not quite anything as mundane as Good against Evil, it was strong enough to make the deep root anchoring her to this place tremble.

”Are you my father?” she whispered into the Night.

And in spite of the penchant of this hideous place to confuse and beleaguer and lie, she knew in the darkest place in her Darkest Heart that he spoke the truth in his one-word reply.

“No.”

There wasn’t a mote of feeling in her response as with a simple nod of her flame-haired head she raise a hand and, almost in an after thought, simply eradicated him. His absence couldn’t even produce a void in a place that held no reality other than non-being... and that bothered her not even in the slightest.

If not this one, then who? AND was Mother truly even mother?

Answers would be here. Somewhere.

A sudden yearning from the depths of the black hole of her heart cried out for Entaris... even as a new ephiphany was whispered into her ears, the yowlings and gibberings of the singing imps bringing it to her in a Doppler shift of soul-rending proportions.

Faces are but faces. Souls remain. Entaris, her own Dark Love was gone... yet not dead. He was here.

She smiled with the certainty that she would find him.