Beyond Seduction Deceit Betrayal

When I saw her after so long, for the first time in a very long time, I found myself wanting my revenge. I wanted a simple revenge, however my better half wanted something beyond that. In appeasing her demands, it brought out a most unselling part of me, knowing that the person capable of making both my better half and I feel this way, was tied directly to my yearning toward our road to vengeance.


5. Prologue.



Revenge is not the answer. There is no peace in vengeance. This is the way of the Züncålazin. Yet I was not born into the Order, but rather embraced its ways, it's ideals— supposedly.

The Order of the Züncålazin, born from a fictional order; a religion; a millennia prior; known as the Jedi. Realised into reality centuries later, those who were part of it, sought only peace, and by that means taught but just one code; a set of norms to live by, embracing them and following the way.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the life force.

Yet such ideals of there being no passion is a farce. Love is a passion and even those born into the order have their loved ones, their soulmates. Perhaps they meant that through serenity there can be love? Yet it's impossible to fathom how a love that burns with such passion could possibly not exist.

Victorious were the forces of the Zhann Alliance lead by none other than me. Liberation through conquest, through conquest, peace; long and ever lasting peace...

Or at least we hoped, but that is a subject for another time.

Yet my love for one, my absolute love, my passion, it's what drives me, what keeps me alive, and what gives me the will and desire to succeed. Without it there would have been no victory, no Zhann Alliance, and no free society, but instead the dark forces of evil reigning across the face of our entire society as we know it.

There is only my sweet love, my only passion.

Through my passion for her, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I am victorious.

She gives me purpose and direction. My love for her, and in return hers for me is unparalleled.

Her love, it frees me, it unleashes my true potential.

For her existence and our living bond as one, I am successful, victorious and the Systems of Sol and beyond are free. We are like symbionts, and it was for destiny's way, that my victory for peace was through my one and only love.

This is my way, my code, not that of the Züncålazin.

And then came that one individual, who with purpose and determination went out of her way to harm that very person, the person that defines me, my passion.

Revenge: the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands.

As a Züncålazin, I must learn to forgive, and through that forgiveness will find the means to let go.

I used to believe that was right. I used to believe a lot of things. That was before the disdainful act of that very same person who ripped my heart apart, for no other than to make me watch my loved one suffer in agony, a pain far worse to me than had it been me to have gone through the traumatic experience.

I swore that one day she would pay. One day she would understand what it felt like to hurt my one and only, my everything. One day...

And now, that time has finally come...

But just when I thought I understood the rules, the game unexpectedly changed.

I wasn't looking for love in my pursuit of revenge.

It was the last thing I expected or even wanted for that matter.

But it happened just the same.

The one whom I love most dearly, would unleash her most darkest secrets; vengeance I never thought capable from her.

I thought I knew her well... I was wrong.

Her method; dark; twisted; worse than the most extreme of tortures; than death itself; yet truly on par with my own reasoning in dealing with such monster of a being.

For all her past atrocities committed, in the end she will become nothing more than a soul trapped in a prison of her own flesh, incapable even wishing her own death, let alone think.

Death Incarnate as she had became known as, will unquestionably meet her match. But only after she discovers the truth about who we both really are.

Züncålazin or not, I've always been a rebel; a rogue. It's who I am and what defines me, and nothing can ever change that.

My name is Kixi Rajki and this is my story...

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