Eternal Father

The Embrace lowered Him to the floor, where He fell to His knees. His breath came in ragged gasps, and both hands shook uncontrollably. Each session left Him like this, near on the verge of death and wracked with unspeakable agony. To others, this would have been a laborious torture, but to Him it was enlightenment. For only in the throes of deepest suffering could the mind open to the possibilities of truth, to know that which eludes the waking mind.
Attendants, beyond loyal, moved to drape a cooling shroud over the Dark Lord's hot skin. He sucked in air through His teeth at the sudden sensation, but welcomed it. He arose unsteadily, but walked without aid to the next room. There waited a Jedi Knight, bound and gagged, made to kneel upon the cold floor. They'd been captured during a recent ambush, the Kainate constantly targeting Jedi when they ventured beyond the borders of the Alliance.
He walked forward and placed His hand on the Jedi's face, who struggled against the sudden intrusion. Ethereal light rose from the Jedi's skin, flowing up the Dark Lord's arm before dissipating. The Jedi's body shriveled with each passing second, their vitality stripped away until they were little more than a desiccated husk. But the effect on the Dark Lord was immediately, His strength returning. When He pulled His hand away, the Jedi fell to their side and broke apart into bones and dust.
Dressing Himself in a wide velvety robe that left His broad chest exposed, the Dark Lord walked through the corridors of the manor house. Though it was made to resemble a terrestrial home, the manor was actually located on the Drepane; the personal flagship of Teresa Pelles, His concubine. He'd come to the Drepane because His concubine was near to labor, and He wanted to be close by for when the time came.
He swept into the main living quarter with a flourish of His cloak, bare feet crossing the cool marble floor within moments. His arms draped down across Teresa's shoulders from behind as she lounged, waited on hand and foot by an army of servants. His hands reached for her stomach, swollen with child, bare skin brushing against bare skin. The life within seemed to reach out, and the Dark Lord could sense that His child was strong.
"Not long now, is it my darling?"