In the faraway planet Jeffrey Dahmer resided.
The leader of the pale race sat down cross legged perfectly still. One would think that he wasn't doing anything if not for the astonishing amount of astral energy swirling around his body. Clearly, he was meditatin.
Suddenly, one of the lamps close to him hummed and went dead. The swirl of astral energy stopped and Jeffrey's eyes shot open. He looked at the dead lamp, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Chara?" He muttered looking dazed for a moment, then ragefilled his eyes.
"Dammit!" He yelled and looked like he was about to destroy something.
All the lamps in the room represented either his disciples or his close allies. In other words, anyone whose death could be seen through the lamp was someone he cared about.
Chara was another one of his close disciples. And like Jonathan, she had a unique Skill. And while not as talented, she was still seen as one of the bright stars within the race.