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The Dark Lord shook his head. To him, this was yet another of the foul creations of the Dark Crusade in their path of destruction. A necessary evil, inflicted to those found lacking to be embraced by the Marauder horde as a Sith. In truth, the soul trapped within the monster, had never been...

@Teradit "Weakness is the first to perish, on the path of Redemption..." The voice of the Dark Lord hung in the air like a miasma that bloomed foul dust in the wind, not content with the plague spread by the septic roots it stretched deep in the Dark. Each of his steps heavy, carrying his...

The screeching of the blades was as loud as the tension within the chamber. The durasteel of the walls reflected the crimson of the lightsabers' plasma, flickering every time the two sprung in action in irregular intervals. When they did, the blades bound, producing fiery sparks to protest their...

@Valia Muqai Screams... Countless Screams... As the blastdoor openned, the view beyond the transparresteel unravelled itself in a way so despicable and perverse, the Force herself was torn and Wounded. Like a million candles flickering in the darkness, untold catastrophe manifested in the...

@Valia Muqai The Dark Lord followed her ascension with his gaze. Each of her breaths, a lament he could hear sung in the thin fabric of the Force, twisted and corrupt by the crushing presence of the Dark Side welcoming yet another lost soul to her shroud. The fate of Roshia, once killed by...

@Roshia Chamiane The air grew thick with the pitch will of the Dark Lord. As her gaze fell, so did the dim light produced by the malfunctioning lamps flicker in the Darkness. The Galaxy lied Shattered, with tendrils of the Dark Side corroding the deeply wounded Stars in a whirl of entropy and...

@Roshia Chamiane She was Anger. She was Wrath. She was Hate. There was a burning sensation working its way through him. He could not quite place what it was, though its origins were as clear to him as it was the foul light produced by the burning plasma of the broken lightsaber staff. It was...

Fire. Burning through the Darkness. Blood. Boiling under the Skin. Defiance. Consuming all like roaring Fire. Her attacks came swift, with speed tainted by the rage and wrath and anger fountaining from within her. The blade cutting the Dark Lord's soul simply by its appearance opposite to...

The Dark Lord halted his pace, as the long saberstaff hilt suddenly jumped alife, flying off his belt towards Roshia's widespread palm. His masked gaze turned, almost instinctivelly attracted to the spiked silver hilt. And so, the time warped into a stale... His red eyes blazing with wrath...

The presistence in her defiance was inspiring as it was irritating. In each attempt to break her will, the absence of drive within her making her an empty vessel, though yet to be poured into the dark pitch of his corruption. That, perhaps, would come later. "Suffer thee, so long thee resist...

There is No Emotion. There is Peace. I will live, and I will die by the Jedi Code. The very sound of the words infuriated him. His artificial muscles blasted into action long before his twisted mind fully processed his own emotion. His hand reached out to her, his claws aiming to grasp Roshia...

"All thee have done is quit." The Dark Lord's voice a sudden roar, casting an invisible shadow like a wave against the bulwark that was Roshia's psyche. "If thee had fallen like the others; Begging, in blood and despair, I would have allowed thee to perish like the Blind they were. But thee...

Peace is a Lie The catwalk shook by the heavy steps of the Dark Lord, as he made his way across the narrow decks. The insectoid creatures infesting the decks quick to make way for the passing of the Dark Lord, as if avoiding a tempest warping its way through time and space. The spiked silver...

Eosfor.. Claim what you came for here.... Burn the hordes of the Dark Shadows who infested this planet... Her voice rung in his thoughts turning his very head into a bell of regret. A den of foul deeds and empty Regret, with a myriad black thorns of Obsidian carving their way into the deepest...

The Dark Lord's hand remained still, just like his posture. Towering over her curled body, he simply stood in silence for few seconds to pass. As the time progressed, or at least the perversion of it as experienced onboard the cursed ship, perhaps minutes, even, passed without him altering his...