So a warning before we begin. I don't have a lot of knowledge of the warframe lore, all I know is pertaining to stalkers info on the fandom wiki. If there are lore inaccuracies pls don't mind it. I tried my best to display the duality of the character, tell me how good I did and how to improve. Now onto the riddle. His brother was the dawn in his life and no matter what he would protect him. So at the end of his story it was only right for his brother to be his dusk too. Now enjoy!
The Throne welcomes you Ghost…
[SEARCHING FOR SUITABLE LEGENDS…]
[SUITABLE CANDIDATE FOUND!]
[WARNING!!! CANDIDATE IS LIKELY TO ATTACK ON CONTACT!!!]
[INITIATING RECRUITMENT…]
Where once was the throne room stood a lone figure gazing upon the ruins around it. What was once a glorious achievement in architecture, lies broken around him reflecting what he has become. Oh how much he hates his past self and only his hatred for these disgusting Tenno I greater. He had no doubt it would take some time to reach his goal, but that made it better in his eyes. The longer he had to hunt those things, the longer he could bathe in their blood and pain. Fortunately the alliance with those Tenno was over and he could resume hunting them, that thought brought a sense of relief to him.
As he turned towards the exit of the room a velvet blue butterfly flies across his field of view. And with the sound of a small bell he wasn't the only one here any more.
"I imagine that this whole palace once was quite the sight to behold, wouldn't you agree?"
Instead of answering the strange man, he moved swiftly towards him and slashed his scythe. To his surprise he couldn't cleave the man in two. Something was stopping his blade from touching the man.
„My, my. I should've seen that coming." The man turned around and with a gesture a table and two chairs appeared near the two of them. „Would you mind sitting with me to discuss something? As it seems you cannot hurt me so any further attempt is quite futile and I don't wish you harm." With his piece said the man sat in one of the chairs.
His emotions and thoughts were in turmoile. On one side he wanted to make the man spill what brought him here and if he was a friend of these retched Tenno. On the other side his calm demeanor and the fact he couldn't kill him despite the man being unarmed was quite frightening for him. It took him some minutes of internal struggle until he too sat down opposite the man.
After taking another sip of his tea (he couldn't even guess where the man took a whole tea set with freshly brewed tea from) the man began to introduce himself. „Finished trying to make heads or tails of this situtation are you? Well first let me introduce myself, I am known as the Curator. And I am here to offer you a deal."
„First tell me: are you an ally to those wretched Tenno?"
„Ally? No. For now the only interesting thing the Tenno have is their Warframes. If I get the chance I'd like some for the collection of the Throne but that is for another time."
Hearing the man say that he is no ally of them made this whole conversation less tense for him. „What deal do you have in mind for me, Curator?"
„Well, the deal is for you and your legend to be recorded into the Velvet Throne. Let me explain what it is before you decide. The Velvet Throne records the legends of Heroes, Villains and monster across the multiverse. Everything that is part of your own story will be recorded, the good, the bad. Meaning both your greatest accomplishments and your biggest failures. But of course we do offer something in return. As one of the tenants would say equivalent exchange."
„And what would you offer me in return? To destroy the Tenno? Give me the power I need to do it myself?"
„A fair question. Both would be a possibility, but I have something else in mind. What would you say to the chance to change the past in this timeline? The chance to go back with the skills you have now and still be able to reverse the biggest regret you have?" With a flourish of his hand a contract appeared on the table. „The chance to slaughter those who took everything away from you?" the man concluded with a smile.
His thoughts were in turmoile again after that revelation. Just how powerful is this man to grant him something not even Hunhow could do? But one thought quickly took over everything else. He could bring those foul Tenno the reckoning they deserved.
After his thought settled he signed the contract and started to vanish into golden motes of light. The man stood up and bowed to him.
„Wonderful! Welcome to the Velvet Throne Ghost of Retribution, Stalker!"