Via Dolorosa
Amans In Tenebris
Truth, when spoken properly, feels like rusted jagged nails down the back of false believers; each scratch digging deeper and further into the flesh. Sith is not just a name, nor is it a title for the galaxy to fear. No, a Sith, a real and true Sith, is willing to see the grand picture; picking out the flaws while defending the art all in the same breath. That is what the galaxy should fear; a Sith with a conscience. Not a Sith that swallows the juice of brutality.
Changes were needed, a different philosophy to uphold, or even different a aspect on the galaxy was in order. Whatever the reasoning, or behind the scenes intervention; one thing was clear, the queen from the swamp needed to be re-educated. Not by those that deep-throated the One Sith mantra; or stood bent over gripping ankles while their Dark Lord gently infused them with is understanding of the Darkside of the Force.
When the realization came to her, the queen from the swamps knew that the One Sith had used her; her only regret was that she didn't kill them outright, defecating into their skulls. Luckily for her, she had friends that could grip her by the throat and direct her down the right path of explicit passion. One was an exile that could teach her the truth. One was a believer in the exile. And she, herself, was a traitor; along with another.
Together, with their apprentices and a sister, could shape the galaxy were all Sith would be feared. Not because they were Sith, but because they were REAL Sith.
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