I found myself being led into unknown regions by this strange, tempting voice. Whispering sweet nothings into my ears, I know it is of Darkness, but I am only going where it is leading me to destroy it. I must return, I can't let myself get killed, she awaits my return and I can't disappoint her. The voice leads me to Europa, but not in a known area next to the already known Pyramid ship, I am being led somewhere far away. I land on the ice, stepping out I am immediately hit by the cold Europa's air, but the suit should be sufficient enough to protect me. I walk and walk until I come upon a entrance leading down into the depths of the ice. The structure is clearly of Darkness origin, dark stone and geometrical shapes. As I start walking down into the depths I feel the air around me change. It is no longer the natural air, it is oppressive, filthy and tainted. The voices are becoming more and more apparent, easier and louder to hear. I finally reach the end of the stairs and walk into a large room, many artifacts scattered across the room. Strange shapes of what can only be assumed are some figures, in some rock are beings trapped. I walk around, examining the room carefully for any traps or signs of danger. On a table some kind of artifact floats, it is emitting strange aura, the voices only grow louder. It beckons to me, tempting me to interact with it. 

Voice: This is, Faklis, a tool that can help you protect your superior, to ensure her safety.

I know these are all lies, for it told to everyone the same, it promised only good, but delivered death and evil. But maybe I could use it for something. 

Voice: You only have to let it into your body for all the power in it to be yours. It will grant you what you couldn't even imagine. Let your foes fall before you and protect those who you see worthy. 

Faklis: I wish not to depend on powers that are not of my own making. I despise both of you, you the filthy darkness and it, the bright traitor. 

Voice: Then why follow us. For what reason would you follow other than to gain the power we so generously present you.

Faklis: At first I only wished to destroy you, but now I have other plans. Much grander plans. 

Voice: Why are you so difficult? Would you let her die just because you didn't accept the power we grant you. You would become more powerful than you ever will without us. 

Faklis: Because, I know what you stand for, what you are- And I do not wish to become a puppet, a weakling. Our people became strong on borrowed power, but lost it when it betrayed us and left. 

I grab the device and immediately upon picking it up I could feel it wanting to corrupt me. It feels wrong and vile, like a thousand insects that had just crawled under my skin. I need to bring it to a research facility here on Europa, one of Clovis's. I will use it how I wish to, not how it wants me to. I run out of the ruin, I can feel it wanting to corrupt me, my mind, I can feel the tendrils grasp my mind, wishing to make me their puppet like it did to so many people. But I am strong and a strong will must resist to it's temptation. I get in my ship and fly towards the massive Clovis labs. I find a suitable place to land and make my way towards one of them. There are still remnants of the House of Salvation forces all around, one thing must be given to them, they are persistent. I run into the facility, avoiding the forces as much as I can until I come across a area in which I cannot avoid them so I am left with no other option then to fight them. I grab my rifle of my back and take aim for their captain, only a single one. He is in charge of a group consisting of 2 servitors, 12 shanks, 1 heavy shank, 6 Vandals and 18 Dregs. I charge the shot, putting my crosshair right in between his eyes and let go. The shot flies through the air, cutting it as it passes and finally lands on the helmet of the captain but the shot carries so much energy behind it that it just passes right through him. A Ether explosion erupts from his skull as his body thuds against the cold metal floor. The rest of the group is alerted but having the distance advantage I am able to charge another shot and fire it at the heavy shank as it will be the most dangerous of the group. Pulling out my swords I charge at those who are charging at me, vandals staying in the back protected by the servitors. I cut the Dregs one by one, my blades easily cut through their bodies, my strength more than enough to overpower the others, crushing and slashing the shanks as I dash between them all. Some shots do land on me, but my armor more than sufficient to take them, many flaws of the wire rifles that my people use. They are outdated and in a desperate need of improvements. I jump at the remaining forces, primarily to take down the servitors, thrusting my blade right in the center of the servitor, breaking through the outer shell and damaging the inside components. It explodes and by this moment the others realized that their efforts are in vain as they watch me destroy the other servitor. It's husk falling down on the ground and rolling down the stairs. Turning my attention to the remaining I can see the fear in their eyes, but they forfeited their life the day they chose this house and to fight me.

 I mercilessly cut the rest down. A strange feeling takes over me, it isn't the Darkness, it is frustration and a hint of sorrow. Killing my kin brings me pain, but I do what must be done, they follow after false beliefs and go down the wrong paths. Venturing deeper into the laboratory I come across more forces but these are in smaller groups and easier to take down. So far there haven't been any Brigs and hope that there will be none further in. Finally, after navigating the many corridors and pathways, the complex facility would confuse anyone on where to go if this were their first time inside. But I reached the part I wanted, machines still functioning since there is power and thanks to my skills with machines and systems I managed to take control of them. I pull the artifact out of my bag that I carry with me and place it on a small platform, I can still feel it calling out to me but I ignore. Removing my right upper limb I place it down inside the large machine and start to look for a way to infuse the artifact into my hand as I noticed that the artifact had magnetic properties and I could use those properties to my advantage. I stay there for a whole day, trying to figure out what to do but eventually I find a solution and start the process of infusion. The artifact is brought into the machine, into a chamber where my hand is and I can see it's energy grasping my hand trying to overtake it but I intervene through different means to try and keep the force contained and not let it get the upper hand on me. The process is long and tiresome as I constantly have to sit at the screen and stare to observe if I need to intervene into the fusion process. I can see my hand begin to accept it, it is strange to look at, your very own limb not attached to you but sitting in a chamber. 

After the process is done the Darkness had definitely morphed into the arm as there are clear sings of it's material weaved in with the surrounding metal. The machine opens up with a hiss as the arm is brought out on a platform. I grab it and take a deep breath as I get ready to attach it back on. Putting it up and twisting and tinkering with it until I hear a click, a que that it is secured into place. And immediately feel the force try to take me, my head feeling like it will explode at any moment, the voice isn't a whisper anymore, but angered and furious shouting, the corner of my visions become darker and it starts to spread. I collapse onto the ground, the pain in my head killing me, every noise becoming distant and all feelings slowly disappear into the distance but I must keep myself in charge, I cannot let it take control now, after all I had done. 

Voice: YOU FOOL! YOU DENY OUR POWER YET YOU TWIST IT INTO YOUR PERVERTED VISION! WE WILL KILL YOU WORRY NOT FOR THAT! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!

I clutch my helmet, trying to focus on my thought and consciousness, trying hard not to give in. The pain can only be compared to having your head crushed by a boulder constantly and I feel myself growing weak but I snap.

Faklis: SILENCE! Go and disappear you twisted monstrosities, I am in charge of this power now. You are no longer the rulers, you are weak, insignificant and powerless. Scram you demonic beings back to the hole that you crawled out and finally admit defeat. 

The screams go louder but I scream louder, overpowering them and then, there is just silence. All the pain is gone, like it never existed. I pant and gasp as I try to regain my strength, slowly getting up of the floor and resting on the large table. I stare up at the ceiling, outstretching my arms towards it, feeling the strange power inside it. At first ice forms from it which does surprise me as I did not expect that but it quickly melts so I try to test out the magnetic nature on a bolt that was laying on the ground. And as much as I tried there was nothing, but I did not give up and after an hour of constant trying it finally moves slightly and even if it is for such a small distance it is something and a massive breakthrough. The following week I train myself non stop, each day trying to move different things and delving deeper into my training the weight and size of the things I try to lift increases until I am able to move large panels with ease and more importantly with the help of some test subjects I am capable of not only moving objects but also forming a invisible barrier around myself that makes any metal like object change it's course away from me or around me. This will come in handy whenever I can't evade projectiles like bullets from Guardians, but there are definitely things to look out for, most importantly Omolon weaponry, Eliksni arc guns but as proven most of them do nothing and Hive weaponry as well as Vex. But for most of what Guardians use it should deal with no problem and for what I can't deal with I can either evade or take to my armor and it should deal with it no problem. More than a week had passed, Lezia must be worried sick so I head to the surface and into my ship and make my way back to Earth. Now I am even more equipped to deal with any danger that we come across. As I approach our little hideout I can't help but feel anticipation, how will she react. And at the same time I remember that I forgot to build her a prosthetic so I will have to make it here, it will be inferior to what I could have built in Clovis Bray's facilities but still wouldn't be bad. As I land I can see that she isn't at the hangar, considering it is raining she should be at the balcony. Slowly making my way towards there my thoughts were correct, she is sitting on the ground, meditating. 

Faklis: I have returned Lezia.

She snaps out of the meditation and turns to me. With a help of a stick she gets up and starts to approach me, not saying anything, a sharp gaze staring daggers into me. She is mad and I do not blame her for that, it had been a long time. But as I got ready for her to hit me instead she hugged me, the large stick falling onto the ground, echoing through the empty corridors. 

Lezia: Where have you been you fool? What took you so long? I was worried sick?

Faklis: I do apologize for that, some complications had occurred and I am sorry for making you worry so much.

Lezia: You will make me dinner and explain everything, in full detail. Do you understand? 

I nod, a little relieved as I saw that she wasn't mad, or mad mad, just worried mad. A smile creeps onto my face beneath my helmet, seeing her like this does bring me joy. Knowing that she had not given up and stayed strong.  I will have to prepare something spectacular as a apology.