Burn, maim, kill. So Wednesday?

[Enoch Zambrano]

Tatooine​

The sand whipped around his body in a torment, being flung into the air by the power of the speeder. Enoch was hunched down over the speeder, pushing its engine to the limit. He rode hard and fast, for something was calling to him. This...had been happening more often recently. The Force had been calling to him more and more, tugging at his very being. It was leading him on a path he didn't know, one of pure destruction. Already his mind was twisted, the last thing he needed was more nightmares.

He slid to a halt, almost sliding the speeder sideways as he stopped before the village. Well, it used to be a village. Burning. Every remaining hut was on fire, bodies strewn about. Enoch stood, his black outfit whipping around him as the wind blew through it. It blew the flames around too, causing them to lick up into the air. He flexed his hands as he looked on.

This was the place.

[member="Raoh Logarius"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

The air was thick with the aroma of death. A great darkness had descended on the village. Engulfing it. Suffocating it. Where once it bustled with life, it now lay dead. Rotting in the everlasting heat of Tatooine. It sat as a monument to the terrors of the dark side.

Its people had been slaughtered. Men, women, and children, none had been spared the sword. Their rotting, lifeless husks, proudly displayed in the village centre. Their bodies were twisted, and broken. Formed into grotesque and unnatural positions. It appeared to be ritualistic in manner.

Amidst this display of death, sat a blood-starved beast atop a throne of the dead. Bathed in the blood of the dead, he seemed quite tranquil. Deep within meditation. He exuded a strange, dark force. It differed from those of the Sith. It was ancient. Foreign to this time. Whatever he was, he was no Sith.

[member="Enoch Zambrano"]

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

He stared upon the bloody man. The darkness here was strong. The bloody man very much reminded him of his father. Enoch tilted his head slightly, basking in the emotions of the scene. Even in death, the pain of innocents was something Enoch could savor. After a good look at the bloody man, his eyes drifted to the bodies. His tongue slid across his lips; Emperor's bones, they looked tasty. If only they weren't dead...the Anzat part of his body kicking into full gear being around so much carnage.

"Who...or better yet, what, are you?" Enoch slowly looked back up to the bloody man, eyeing him once more. The raw power and emotion. He could feel it; and he wanted to witness it.

[member="Raoh Logarius"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Upon his throne of death, Raoh sat in deep meditation. His mind was open to the force, and he could hear the tormented screams of those he slaughtered. All around him: men, women, and children wailed in agony. Their screams were as blissful music to him.

As Raoh meditated, he reached out with the force. He touched many minds, and now one stood before him. He was steeped in the dark side, Raoh could feel it. He could feel how strong it was. He could feel the hunger this man exuded when he saw the bodies. Raoh could feel a kindred spirit.

Raoh gradually opened his eyes, fixating his gaze on Enoch. His mouth turned to a smirk, and raised from his throne. He looked down at him, and spoke. “You stand before Raoh Logarius.” He said, with an ardent tone. “You stand before a Sith.”

[member="Enoch Zambrano"]