Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCr36u4i_7E&list=PLJhmviD_-i_8uTejY0EaJSlNKqq6PIAY7
Coruscant, Capital City District.
"There is no more justice to dispense from your rotten tongue. Too long have you paraded around in your delusions that have been nothing other than detrimental. Your sacrifices are in vein, your presence is infantile compared to what we truly are. To die again and again, history will forever resonate with the hearts of those that defy your arrogance. But alas, words fall upon deaf ears it seems. Now action must be taken, and you shall suffer the consequences you deserve."
Abraxas stood among a gathering of acolytes that sat around and listened with intrigue, their passions stirred to abort that of the Light. The clone of Darth Vornskr that inhabited the young Silas Verd made his true aura known once more to the One Sith and even the First Order, once again at his physical prime. His thin, cloaked and armored frame was alive with vigor and the gesture to fight. The air became thick with vindication, and silently, they rose to their feet and walked towards a rather large transport shuttle. All twenty faceless, nameless souls that vowed for a life of destruction and amorality.
Abraxas stared into nothingness as the recording was sent to Yutan, capital of the Republic.
The meaning for this was not a joke in the slightest, and it was time that a point was made. Death would be spread across the galaxy in the name of the Knights of Ren and the First Order. Would they be ever-so pleased with the decadence that was fast approaching? The imminent death that would make heads turn... a truly beautiful spectacle to imagine. Horrors and atrocity would fall upon those unfortunate enough to survive this onslaught, their families turned to slavery and labor and their young to never experience a life.
Nothing was an exception, and all must perish to secure the future.
One acolyte stood watching Abraxas, approaching him. He turned and met them without a word, only greeting each other in pure silence until it was broken. "My Lord, what do you hope to achieve from this? We're all likely to to die for this. These horrors that you wish to commit aren't even a broad sentiment among those of the Council."
"...To achieve chaos..."
Silence once again dominated the room as Abraxas stared into the eyes of the acolyte. Walking up to him and getting in his face, his irritated expression hidden behind his visor. "...And what do you hope to achieve, slave? Praise? There is no praise for this mission, only a cause to be spread and heard among every man, woman, and child. Until the planets shine as brightly as the stars with nuclear fire and ruin..."
"...That is what I hope to achieve..."
"...To bring about peace through blood. Because after all, there is not a whimper after the bombs drop..."
Any resistance met would be welcomed with open arms, for it is a pleasantry to accept such aggressors with true hatred. They believe their will to be strong enough, and for this, they shall pay for their superiority complex. Their codes were now falsified and null, their sworn oaths nothing in this day and age. The acolyte merely nodded and followed suit with the rest of her brethren. They all understood their duty, and they obeyed.
Abraxas clenched his fists tightly as he walked towards the hangar of the conference building he was located in. On his walk, thoughts coursed through his mind. Was he going to die yet again in this body? What was to happen if this doesn't work? All questions and concerns he shoved aside to ponder about the thrill of ending Jedi lives. Barbaric some will call it, but those that swear true to the Dark will remember this as a day of heroic justice. A sacrifice - if one at all to prove how merciless the Republic truly is and how rotten they are at their core.
...Woe unto the leper for seeking aid, for his fortune lie in isolation and Dark. Rejoice did the people of the Light,
their exuberance a plight from shore to shimmering shore.
Death, death, death to them all.
Unfair was their judgement of the leper and this shall cause their fall...