Avarice, a Tenno, a warrior for the Orokin Empire. He stood tall with his white hair bone chilled from the stress of the Zariman Ten Zero. His grey eyes devoid of any childhood happiness, yet he still has one purpose in life. To serve his masters, until the end of their lifetime. Their mother had been executed, but unlike the other Tenno he held no sadness.

This is his story.

"Avarice? Have you forgotten about our game, or are your dreams more important?" The silky voice of Ballas speaks to him bringing him from the daydreams.

"I'm sorry, my lord." Placing the black piece down on the board. Ever since the death of Margulis, Ballas spoke and visited him more often than he would the others. This brought a small tinge of happiness to Avarice, but nothing could compare to the small moments that he would share with his mother.

"I believe that is enough of games. Now for your actual training. Come, young Avi. You have much to learn, and not a lot of time to do so." Avarice only nods following behind his lord, recounting the first time that he met Ballas.

"So these are the survivors from the Zariman Ten Zero?" Ballas says noting the power that is radiating from one child in particular. "You, little one, come here." He stretches his long hand out to the young Avarice.

Avarice looks at the purple man, and walks towards him placing his hand on the outstretched one. "What is your name?" Ballas asks curiously to the child. Seeing that he isn't as shaken like the others, and has a lot more blood upon his figure most notably his hair.

"Avarice..." The young boy comments monotonously, while looking at the man's glowing spots for eyes. "Avarice. You will be my personal guard from now on." Patting the young boy's head, with a fatherly smile.

"Maybe, I am not so bad after all..." Avarice thinks to himself. The sins that he has committed on that ship are still fresh as ever, but the smile he saw from this god put him at a sense of ease. Along with the small gesture of affection of a pat on head, which caused him to flinch in paranoia. The afflictions of the ship still wearing on him.

"How rude of me. My name is Ballas, young Avarice. I will train you to be the finest of my bodyguards. Now, we shall go." The two figures leave, monumenting their future together.

Avarice arrives to the training area, his second home to be exact. The amount of hours he spent practicing with his sword, exercising, and combating false sentiments was phenomenal. Nonetheless, today he would practice using his powers. The powers of the void, in hopes that he can...no will protect his home.

Ballas watches as the young boy that he nurtured from ship becomes stronger everyday, and it is almost time for him to receive his present. A tool of war, a warframe.

Avarice is cutting down every opponent before him. The Sentients. His main foe, and major threat to the empire. They adapt to damage, but Ballas told him the secret of why the Tenno are so special. "We have the power to shred the Sentients, to save the empire for destruction." He whispers the mantra to himself, as it is one of many that Ballas berated into his head.

Now it is time. Time to try the power of the void. He concentrates, raising his hand to fire a solid white beam which led to a large explosion. Consequently, it damaged his hand slightly. "Again." Ballas says from his seat, like an emperor watching a gladiator.

Avarice knew that his lord would not take a half-ass anything. Therefore, he concentrates harder. Aiming at the Sentient standing right before him. "Steady...steady...fire." The beam burns the creature, but not enough for it to be immobile. It moves closer bringing down its mechanical arm, before it all stops. One inch away from his face is a blade that could have split open his brain.

A giant, gaping hole could be seen in the large Sentient. "I did it. I can use my power effectively, somewhat..." He trails off before feeling the pain overtake his arm from the void power usage.

"You could have been dead. Keep practicing, Avarice. I will be back to check on you, so don't disappoint me." Ballas waves his hand, disappearing from the arena.

That lord was a slave driver, but he meant good by the things he done. "Guard. Sent out a few slaves, so I can practice my aim on." The rolling of the gate reveals a few Grineer, slaves to the empire that have no other choice than to serve at their own expense. Avarice did not feel a sense of pity. Ever since one almost killed him while he was off-guard, he would use them as targets for his training. They are nothing, but flesh to serve their masters.

Avarice raises his sword, then begins his reign of terror on the poor slaves. Every slice severing muscles and organs, as he continues to inflict his own version of torture upon the slaves. The haunting laughs of a broken child could be hear from the arena, with every passing moment.

Hours passed and when Ballas finally returned the only thing he saw was a passed out Avarice in a pile of Grineer corpses. "Servant." Calling to a young Orokin girl. "Bring him home and clean the rotten flesh off of him." The woman nods, as she picks up the surprisingly thin child and takes him to Ballas's estate.

"You are a monster."

"A demon."

"I hate all of you!"

"Why were any of you even born!"

Blood. Screams. Death. That is all he can see. The vivid images of him and the others murdering all the adults, as they stand against the kids. He didn't want to do it...but for the sake of their lives. He and the others had to kill...

The dead adults all crawl towards him groaning in pain, as they blame him for everything that has occurred.

"Stay away! Stay away from me!" Avarice screams as he tries to kick them away, but they continue to pile on top of him.

They claw at his pale skin, causing him to bleed. Multiple adults begin to squeeze his throat, as they each whisper a string of cures for his sins.

He lets out hard gasp, as he looks around wondering where he is. "It was just a dream..."

"Yes my lord." The female servant says not wanting to question her higher masters in fear of punishment. "You are in the bathhouse of Lord Ballas. He has instructed me to bathe you." Avarice nods at her response. Removing the rest of his torn robes, as he steps into the tub.

The servant takes that as her queue. She begins to wash the boy not saying a word. Avarice closes his eyes relaxing from the stress of his life. The expectations. But, more importantly the nightmares that he has to deal with every time he closes his eyes.

"Relax my lord. Let me take bathe you." She washes his body taking great care not to aggravate any wounds. Her pale skin, black hair, and voluptuous bust appealed to Avarice. He needed a stress reliever, and this servant would have to do for the moment.

He pulls her into the pool of water, and begins to use the woman's body as a stress reliever for the time being. Her pale skin and green eyes made her all the more undesirable, as he marks her skin with his mouth. Eliciting a soft moan from her, as the mature woman presses her body against the young boy doing as he so commanded of her.

Avarice moves his mouth down to her breast sucking her harden nipples, as he moves the woman onto his dick. She rides him slowly, moaning as she enjoys the pleasure of sex but making sure that his enjoyment is greater than hers. She places his hands onto her ass, allowing him to explore the deeper areas of her insides.

"I am yours to use my lord." She moans out softly, as Avarice takes the woman for his relief. Sucking on her breast and marking her body with whelps, as he lets his animalistic instincts emerge. Pounding the servant's insides, as he fucks the tight cunt. Not letting up, even after cumming inside her.

He continues the stress relief for the rest of the evening, as he leaves the servant with a number of bruises and whelps in reminder of her affair with the young boy. Her husband surely won't be pleased, but she had to serve her lord or face death. Avarice finishes inside the woman one last time, resting in the warm pool.

"You shall sleep with me again tonight. Do you understand servant?" Avarice commands to the matured woman. She nods her head in response, as they clean up and head towards Avarice's room. The sounds of hushed moans and grunts could be heard for the rest of the night, as Avarice eases himself with the woman.

The morning came, and Avarice awoken looking at the figure of the servant as she is cuddled tightly to him. He held no love for any of the women that he did it with, but it was enough comfort for him to get through the nights. He sighs, stroking her black locks. The woman had a husband, yet he used her for his own benefits. Nonetheless, who was he to care about a servant's life.

He slips out of the bed putting on his armored clothing, as he goes to wake up the ebony haired woman. "You can go now, servant. Your garments are on the floor." Avarice leaves his room searching for his lord. He did not have to search long however, as he sees Ballas looking at the morning star.

"My lord." Avarice bows slightly to the man, then steps beside him. "Everyday the Sentients grow closer to us. Leaving the Tau system to exact revenge on the Orokin Empire." Ballas looks at the stars not letting the image fade away. I saw that you had trouble using the void's power."

"Ye-" Avarice started to say before being cut off by Ballas. "I have something special for you, in particular. Follow me." The two walk in content silence, neither wanting to question each other. Simply taking in the marvel that is the Orokin Empire. "We are here. So come along, little Avi."

Avarice enters the unknown building, being cautious of the technology before him. "You have trouble using your power effectively. Therefore, I have a conduit for you transfer your power and allow you to fully weaponize your abilities. This is your warframe, Nova Prime."

"You will use the process known as Transference to sync with your warframe. It will take some time to get use to, but I have high hopes for you, Avarice."

"The other way would be putting you in a Somatic Link like the other survivors. In which, you will be placed in a pod and dream to help you transfer your powers and abilities into the warframe."

A sleek purple warframe that reminded Avarice of deep space. The golden attachments and vents only served as a reminder to the Orokin culture. "I will let you explore the abiliti-" Avarice hugged Ballas, for once in miserable life he a had received a gift. A gift to protect his masters with. Ballas, hesitantly rubs the young boy head. Not use to showing such affection to anyone beside his beloved... "Retribution will come soon..."

"Try Transference." Avarice knew that the man wasn't asking him, but telling him to do it. He closes his eyes, breathing slowly, as he prepares to transfer his consciousness into the warframe. He could feel something. A power? Something eerie? He pushed it all aside, as he locked onto the warframe.

Overtaking its consciousness slowly. Images flood his mind. A woman screaming for the pain to end. For the torture to stop. He didn't see much of it before the images disappeared, and he was in control of the frame.

Ballas looks at the frame noticing the small twitches that it held. "Avarice?" The frame turns it head towards Ballas, and then nods. Showing signs that he had fully subjugated the warframe's mind.

That boy is a prodigy. An exemplary example of a soldier. He will enjoy seeing what the boy does during the war with Sentients, and against Hunhow. The deal he made with the ancient Sentient still fresh within his consciousness.

"You will begin training with the warframe immediately, until you have max proficiency with it. The warframe should be considered a second body, an extension of yourself. Now begin, and don't disappoint me."

The next few months Avarice spends getting use to his warframe and its functions. He learned how to use its abilities swiftly, and switch in and out of it at a moment's ease. He still had a long way to go, but he is growing exponentially. The growth did worry a few of the Orokin Apostles, but none which worries too much as Ballas oversaw the training.

When Avarice wasn't training he would be using the servants for self-relief, and eventually some would just disappear. However, Ballas reassured him that they were just assigned elsewhere and it was nothing to worry about.

The visage of Sentients appeared. The largest one following behind, as its glowing eyes glow in hatred.

Woooooooo.

The sound of war alarms ring in the Orokin Empire. It was finally time. The time for war.