Name: Rule of the Mord-Sith

Author: Alex Gold (Ryzlin)

Fandom: Legend of the Seeker (TV)/Sword of Truth (Books)

Pairing: Kahlan/Cara Dahlia/Cara Dahlia/surprise Berdine/Rainaz

Rating: M

Warnings: Violence, quite a bit of it actually. Torture. Coarse language. Character death.

Summery: AU. Cara's happy enough being the Evil Overlord of the Midlands and D'Hara. The paper work is boring, but the perks are great. Kahlan, code name 'Mother Confessor' is not quite as happy with the way things are, and she plans to change them.

Disclaimer: I do not own. What a shame.

Authors note: I have no idea how long this one will be or how often it will be updated. I shall loose internet shortly after January begins as I will be camping. I have no idea how much I will be able to write before then. Wish me luck!

Chapter One

The Seeker of Truth had been an interesting opponent. For years now he had been the superhero in charge of looking after the Midlands. His arch nemesis Lord Rahl (the super villain name had been passed down though the blood line, just like the power of raising the dead) was constantly trying to invade. He had killed the superhero in D'Hara and took the title of supreme evil overlord of D'Hara over a decade ago. Now, Lord Rahl wanted more to rule. He chose the Midlands. Unfortunately, Lord Rahl was dead, not that it stopped him, but without a corporal form, it was proving a little harder than he had originally thought. That was where the Mord-Sith came in. They weren't born with powers, but were trained to use the ones given to them. The power to turn away other super's powers and the power to bring back life were given to them after long years of torturous training. Few Mord-Sith had other powers, they weren't meant to. Sometimes, when a child was taken from their family, a power hadn't manifested, and therefore wasn't detected. The ones that developed powers later in life were often killed. But some managed to hide it. Cara had, and now she was Lord Rahl's right hand.

She had been sent to the Midlands to complete Lord Rahl's dreams, to eliminate the Seeker of Truth. She had, quite easily in fact.

While the Seeker could fly and had super strength, when fighting a Mord-Sith he was grounded and no stronger than the next guy. That didn't mean he was defenseless, that sword he had could do some serious damage. The Seeker didn't fight alone either. He had the Mother Confessor and Wizard on his side. Cara had taken out Wizard first. She'd taken care to appear as a normal person, not as a Mord-Sith. It meant that Wizard had felt confident enough to attack her with his lighting bolts. Lighting bolts she had sent back at him, knocking the old man out. Cara knew that she wouldn't be able to turn the Mother Confessor's powers away, no Mord-Sith could turn away powers which were passed though a blood line. It had been a fail safe from when the first Lord Rahl created the first Mord-Sith. He didn't want his weapons turning on him. But Cara was resourceful, and knew there was more than one way to disarm the Mother Confessor. The Mother Confessor was a creature of love, and it was common knowledge that she was close to the Seeker of Truth. She would stop fighting if the Seeker stopped fighting. The Mother Confessor couldn't have thrown her daggers fast enough. All it had taken was one bullet to the head, and the Seeker of Truth was dead. It had been interesting. A gun wasn't fancy, it wasn't meant to be; it was meant to be efficient, and it was.

Cara walked slowly towards the weeping Mother Confessor. The gun she had shot the Seeker with in one hand and her agile, the trade mark of the Mord-Sith, in the other. She was in arm reach when the Mother Confessor looked up from the body of the Seeker. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears. Cara could see when the Mother Confessors muscles tensed, ready to launch herself at the Mord-Sith. Cara jabbed her agile across the Mother Confessor's neck. She gazed down at the woman frozen in pain. Her eyes and face blank of all emotion.

"No, no. I don't want you trying to use your powers on me. I think I may let you live."

"Leave me alive, and I'll come back and kill you." The Mother Confessor managed to grunt out though clenched teeth and the excruciating pain of the agile.

"You'd just make it more interesting. I believe that ruling a nation could be … tedious at best."

Cara removed the agile and kicked out, hitting the Mother Confessor squarely in the chest with her boot.

"Say down Mother Confessor, even if it is only to come after me later."

She turned around, ignoring the silent crowd that had gathered and focused on the small group of red figures standing in a protective circle off to the side. She headed towards them, still holding the two weapons in her hands.

"Denna. Triana. Berdine. Raina."

Cara nodded at each Mord-Sith in turn. They stood in a square, surrounding a man. Berdine and Raina at the back, and Denna and Triana in the front. She turned to the small man that they surround. Cara had never bothered to learn his name.

"Channel Lord Rahl."

"Um…" The man glanced around nervously, unsettled by the woman's unblinking gaze. "I need to set up an alter, and meditate…"

"No you don't. Channel him, now!"

The man closed his eyes. A minute later, when he opened them, it was clear who Cara was speaking to. No one else did that cocky smirk quite like Lord Rahl.

"Lord Rahl." Cara nodded her head slightly lower than she had to her sister Mord-Sith.

"Is the Seeker of Truth dead?"

Cara stepped aside, gesturing with a hand at the body of the Seeker and still weeping Mother Confessor. Wizard still lay on the ground nearby, unconscious.

"Good, but why are the other two still alive?"

"You told me to kill the Seeker, Lord Rahl. You never specified what to do with the others.'

"Kill them."

"Yes, Lord Rahl. I do however wish to talk to you about security."

Lord Rahl sighed heavily. "What about security?"

"This … man … you use to talk to us, are there others like him? I do not like the idea of him being the only one we can use. Nor do I like the idea of someone channeling the Seeker in order to take back the Midlands."

"There is no one else like Giller here, but there are other ways. Denna, give her the key."

Denna glared at Cara as she drew a key on a chain from beneath her leathers. Cara extended her agile, allowing Denna to place the chain over it.

"Lord Rahl, I can claim the Midlands as my own realm. I did kill the Seeker of Truth."

"You won't Cara. Not as long as I have some sort of body." Lord Rahl snarled at her.

Cara smirked slightly. "I thought that might be the case. Berdine, Raina."

The two Mord-Sith moved at the same time, slamming their agiels into the base of the neck of the Mord-Sith in front of them. Denna and Triana fell to their knees, paralyzed with the pain to their central nervous system.

"It's a shame Lord Rahl; all I really wanted was the Midlands. I guess I'll be ruling D'Hara too." She lifted the gun in her hand and pressed it against Lord Rahl's forehead.

"They won't follow you; you're just a Mord-Sith. You don't even have natural powers."

"They will follow me, or they will join you in the Underworld."

Cara pulled the trigger, showering Berdine and Raina in a mist of blood and brain matter.

"Take them." She gestured to the two Mord-Sith on their knees. "We'll find some dungeon in the Confessors Palace for them."

Berdine and Raina forced Denna and Triana to their feet, holding them in place by strong pressure to their arms. Cara gazed over the crowd gathered. She looked at the Mother Confessor and the now conscious Wizard.

"I'm your new ruler. Deal with it."

She looked once more at Lord Rahl.

"And somebody clean that mess up."