Mutual Interest: Lenore x Male Sith Lord Reader

The Sister of Styria

The figure continued shuffling through the snow as he got closer and closer to the castle that was at the very top of the mountain. The night was young. He must've entered this dimension early in the night. His plan was to access the inhabitants and get some idea of what he was dealing with in this new dimension. What technology existed here? What is the geography of this world? Are any other worlds even habitable or advanced? " So many questions. " He thought.

The figure tried to reach out with the force to no avail. The only force he felt was around himself. Either there were no force sensitives around or there was no force at all. He focused his negative emotions to his fingertips, with only a tiny spark as a result. His affliction was catching up to him. " Dammit! " The figure thought. " My connection must be weakened by the length between dimensions. Will need to meditate to heal my connection. The affliction must a contribution to this. "

The figure continued the trek until the main door was only 40 feet away. He noticed people in white armor staring back at him from the battlements. What appeared to be crossbows in their hands. The main door slowly opened as 4 of them came at and drew swords. They appeared to be humanoid in nature but too pale. The figure emptied his throat and began. " Greetings fellow humanoids! I am Darth Cystrial of the Sith Order but you may address me as Lord. I am new in this land and unfortunately in need of residence. If you could please I would be tremendously grateful. In a gesture of goodwill, I relinquish my weapon. " Cystrial said. He took out his lightsaber and threw it to the nearest soldier. He caught it and eyed it wearily. " Don't point it at your face. " Cystrial warned. (Just in case you've forgotten what his lightsaber looks like, it's in the picture of the reader's armor on the first page.)

The four moved closer to Cystrial, swords drawn. The Sith sighed. " So much for diplomacy. " He reached out to his lightsaber with the use of the force and flicked his finger. Before the soldier could react, the hilt of Cystrial's lightsaber ejected a circular piece thus completing the disc. Two blades activated and spun around the rails of the disc, decapitating the soldier. At least smaller force acts like moving things were possible for the time being. The other three backed away as the spinning blade came to Cystrial who caught it just in time. He pressed a button on the hilt, half of the disk retracted back into the hilt, which turned off the second blade, thus putting the saber into crescent mode. " Unfortunate. Well, extra practice is always adequate. " He said. The Dark Lord charged towards the three. The first one assumed a defensive stance and attempted to block his saber with his sword. The lightsaber cut through his sword like butter. Cystrial's blade separated the soldier's body from his legs with a vertical upward slash. Now having a closer look with them, Cystrial wondered what type of humanoid has fangs. The other two retreated.

" What are yo--- " Cystrial thought before he looked up and saw an incoming attack. He backflipped out of the way as someone large jumped from the battlements and ground pounded. The Sith cursed himself for not sensing it beforehand. " Why have you trespassed here? " The woman asked. She had long black hair and light blue skin. She wore a tattered blue cloak under a white shirt and black pants. " Apologies. " Cystrial said. " I am lost. I wouldn't have slaughtered your men if they hadn't attacked me instead of delivering the news that you have a visitor. " The Woman looked to the two butchered soldiers, then to him. " You still killed soldiers of Styria. You are an enemy. Her response got an eye roll and a sigh from the Sith Lord. Luckily, the helmet concealed the eye roll. " If I was your enemy, theoretically. Wouldn't I have pursued and skewered the other two instead of letting them go? " Cystrial asked.

The Woman stared at him with an enraged face, then loosened. " I understand. And you are? " Cystrial deactivated his lightsaber and attached it back to his belt. " Lord Cystrial of the Sith Order, at your service. " He did a small bow.

" I am Striga, member of the Council of Sisters. We rule Styria, the land you have found yourself in. Welcome.

" Thank you. " Cystrial replied. Striga then gestured the soldiers above. The main door opened and Sith walked through taking in the courtyard. He had been in and seen castles before but this was different. Castles, where he was from, were made to show how much Royals would invest in architectural technology. Unless you were Vader of course. Vader's castle was mainly a torture chamber for Jedi and a way to focus the Dark Side in a building. This castle was nothing but a display of art and design. " This is a beautiful place. " Cystrial said. Striga was following closely behind him. " It is. Unfortunately for you, you won't be able to see much more. " Striga said. " I beg your pard--- " The Sith began before Striga grabbed his head and smashed it into the nearest wall. Cystrial cursed himself for not sensing it beforehand. Those were his last thoughts before losing consciousness.