The Son of Perdition had traveled to find the One who whispers had heralded. A chaotic youth with incredible power in the dark side. No doubt The Sith Order would add her to its collective of cults, harnessing her unbridled rage for their aims. What Anak offered was a different path. He had walked the shadow and the bright, knew the pitfalls of both the Sith and Jedi. He remained devoted to the dark side, but with Jedi disciplines to ensure the fire did not consume but would be a firery arrow capable of felling the most powerful. Anger without forbearance led to death, as did rage without the proper chains to guide it to success. This was what he was offering
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. Perhaps he was daft to try, to help tame a storm that rained hell fire. As with most ventures Anak undertook, the chance of failure was high.The Son of Darkness came to a cell, there on that prison world a guard approached. He was Davorian.
“The one you seek is in max security, thirteen levels below. We have kept her in solitary, otherwise prison mates die, guards die.”
The Dark One stood on the edge looking down the circles of concrete that went down into an abyss. His long scarlet cape blowing in the wind, his dark helm illuminated in two spiked slits with glowing red eyes. He wad lead to an elevator, which descended to the darkest level where rooms of solitary remained in silence. The Dark Lord of Hell walked in the shadows as he came to Cell 01313.
“She is restrained. Well last time we checked.”
Anak motioned for the guard to leave. He held out hus hand which shook the metal door, round bolts unscrewed. The Guard made haste away back to the elevator.
The Lord of Perdition opened and he stepped into the darkness, only his eyes giving light.
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