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#11915362 Jan 02, 2016 at 10:30 PM
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Heart of Darkness

"It was written; I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice."
-Joseph Conrad






[A collection of the chapters below describe the fate of Vaastradus. Please refrain from posting in this thread and any sort of questions, concerns or tips, be messaged directly to me.]

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#11945069 Jan 12, 2016 at 01:04 AM · Edited over 2 years ago
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Prologue: Rigor Mortis


A bead of sweat slowly dribbled down from the Sith' forehead as he sat crossed-leg in the stone atrium, with a hand extended, the dark side of the Force emanating from him. His tattered robes drifted about as he glowed with a sickening black aura, the sky above him reacting alongside his show of strength with thick black clouds churning out thunder and black lightning. Vaastradus' face was contorted in disgust as he struggled against a powerful, unseen energy.

Across from him, stood a gaunt, grey-skinned man dressed in all black and with horrid glowing red eyes. His hand extended towards Vaas in a similar fashion as he smirked. "It seems my Father spared no expense on you, my little Sith." His voice was calm and echoed loudly. "But... I am the dark side of the Force." He waved his hand downwards calling on the Force causing the combined energy of the two to explode outwards in a shockwave. The gaunt man covered his face for a moment, before twisting his face into a smirk and turning quickly, catching the shadowy lightsaber of Force phantom. "Your ancient Sith magics are impressive..." He crushes the saber in between his long fingers and the phantom screams loudly as the phantom dissipates into nothingness. "But nothing to the Ones."

Vaas, having time to recover and stand, slowly stepped toward the man, his hands folded behind his back as his face twists into a grin. "Still so blind..." He extended his arm out to his side, as black lightning twisted around his body and formed into a blade in his hand, crackling with dark energies. "But I will make you see. Just as I did with your sister and your father." With impressive speed, he charged forward and slices down at the Son.

"Show me then... Little Sith." He uttered condescendingly, as he matched the Pureblood' strikes with his bare hands. The Son's glowing crimson eyes moving quickly to follow the blade, as he began to frown. Anger boiled in the Son' blood, as he was unable to counter Vaas' superior fighting skills, despite his superior strength. He growled angrily as his force-sensitivity warned of a threat behind him, quickly spinning to his side and blocking both Vaas and another phantom which had appeared behind him. Crushing both of the weapons (as well as dissipating the phantom) and sending a wave of dark side energy towards Vaas. The Pureblood reacted quickly, taking in the energy and launching it back at the Son, but not before the Son managed to fire another wave of energy. The two forces met in the center, creating another shockwave, hurling the two far from the center of the stone atrium.

As the dust cleared, the Son lowered his head with a sigh. Four force phantoms held their sabers around the man as Vaas restricted his movement with the Force. "Well played, little Sith." In an instant, the Son broke Vaas' bindings and stood, dismissing the phantoms at the same time with his sheer force of will. "My Father nor my sister have bested me in such... Passionate combat." His hands grasped at the air in ecstasy, a slight smirk painting his face.

Vaas growls lightly, as he breathed heavily and lifted himself to his feet. "You will show me your power, then?" The Son grinned lightly, before disappearing and reappearing infront of Vaas, forcing his hand into the Pureblood' chest. A black aura began to surround the two and seemed to pour itself from the Son into Vaas. His eyes rolled back into his head as the black energy traveled through his veins, pumping pure dark side energy into him. His entire body seemed to pulsate images, escaping and disappearing. Blackness covered Vaas' eyes as a single crimson ring appears in the center of his eye. The Son smirked, removing his hand from the Pureblood' chest.

"I see enigmas uncovered from dark sources of knowledge. I see untapped founts of power being mastered. I see will being done. You will do a great many things Vaastradus." At the mention of his name, Vaas clenched his fists, and groaned loudly as the blackness faded from his eyes and veins, focusing it into a single point on his chest.

"Knowledge is power. Power is absolute." The Son would nod slowly, as he turns and walks away. Vaas would drop to a knee, glowing with dark energies and shutting his eyes, taking his time to control this new power and bend it to his will.
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