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The Ocuel-Lettet cavern watched the cult in its eye socket. The remains of the Ceretel Mass dripped into the chamber. Inside, Indistinct shadows danced and chanted for the gigantic corpse’s current virus, Darth Sidious. Darth Sidious stood at the back of the cavern, at the top of a set of stairs installed into the bone. The air was thick with the scent of rot.
Darth Sidious conducted his cult with his hands. “Mkenimostirous, Kamnan-allah, Trubitchico, Masuyirusa… Cariño-mi-chica, noooo…me-falles Ahora!!!” The cult chanted as Darth Sidious spilt the blood of a carnivorous flower onto a tablet. The chanting stopped and the cult members swished their hands on the tablet.
The cult, composed of humans, stocky wookies, and a few simulacrum droids, pulled knives from their faces and swallowed them whole. The droids, unable to compact the knives, burst into a shower of sparks. The sparks lit the blast jelly underneath their feet, bursting them all into showers of blood and flesh. The humans were the most pitiful, simply falling dead on the tablet.
The corpse did not think anything good would happen because of this ritual. The tablet sat there, inert, waiting for the last ingredient. Together Darth Sidious and the corpse waited, for about an hour.
The corpse could not help its disgust as a part of its mind dripped into the shallow carvings. on the tablet It was alive enough to know it was being used for another dark-side ritual… A practice that the titanic jedi had disapproved of in life, welcomed in its unlife, and in its decay, thought it should not have been used by dark side. Watching was all the corpse could do.
A flash of light blinded the corpse. When the light faded, a pink glove shot up from the tablet. It was a woman's hand grasping a strand of neurons. The strand was thinner than a spider’s thread. The woman was pulling herself out of the hellish carnage. Darth Sidious watched quietly as she rose from the puddle-thin pool of body and metal. The woman finally stepped onto solid ground and started to examine the room. She hummed.
Darth Sidious hissed, “Demon! Speak your name…!” He pointed at the woman. The woman ignored him, opting to sit and caress the thread gently.
The corpse didn’t know why it doubted that this woman was a demon; this would not be the last time it was used for this very ritual, and it certainly wasn’t nearly the first.
“Name yourself demon, or I shall strip you of your power.” Darth Sidious stomped down the steps, walking directly towards the woman.
The corpse felt less pain in the moment the woman responded. “What a boorish man, not introducing himself first.” She said to the ceiling as hair flowed to cover her body.
Darth Sidious spoke, “Your name is…”
Instantly purple guns appeared in the woman's hands, she interrupted by firing a stream of bullets at Darth Sidious, all of which were equally difficult for him to dodge and reflect.
She loosely grasped the thread of neurons she had pulled herself up with. “I shouldn’t give him my name, should I? I shan’t acknowledge a cad, Don’t you think?” The demon- The woman spoke into the neurons as she continued to fire her guns at Darth Sidious' mouth.
The corpse wished it were still alive as the woman stimulated the neurons… that felt good… Such a pleasurable woman could hardly be a demon, it thought. Dangerous sure, but not a demon, the corpse would bet on that.
“Then again… you deserve a reward,” the woman leapt from her spot before Darth Sidious swept his lightsaber under her. The corpse could hardly keep its focus on either of them as they blurred into a deadly dance of saber and gun. Bullets embedded themselves everywhere in the corpses bone as they were barely deflected by Darth Sidious. The corpse had not had entertainment like this in centuries.
The woman glanced outside before sighing. "This has been boring," she snapped her fingers. Some Force magic must have occurred, now the corpse saw the woman fight and shoot at double the speed she had before. Darth Sidious had no chance.
In an instant, Darth Sidious was pushed back by a storm of bullets tearing off his arm. He looked to the bleeding stump where his arm had been and fell. Darth Sidious and his limbs all fell to the floor of the cavern with a pop. Darth Sidious howled in agony.
The woman smiled at her handiwork. Darth Sidious was bleeding out, sprawled out on his back. “I believe this is an adequate thank you for accosting me on my way to death.” The woman said, ignoring Darth Sidious’s screams.
The woman took care to step over the blood and gore as she strolled toward the exit. “Thank you darling for this lovely night.” The woman said to the open air. “Now… might you call a cab for me?” She was talking to it.
Eagerly, the corpse used the Force to project an image of Darth Sidious’s ship into her mind, the ship sat perched near its neck.
The woman nodded to herself. “Thank you dear.” The woman strolled out of the eye-socket and leapt off the edge of its eyelid. She landed on the corpse's neck.
The woman turned back to face the corpse. “Oh… I forgot to introduce myself to you… How rude of me. My name… is Cereza, but I’m known as Bayonetta.” The woman said to the corpse as she took off in the ship.
The corpse would remember this woman’s name, Bayonetta.