Drain Life could not be taught a great sith once said, it is only instinct that allows one to pull the life from another into ones self. To gently, or violently pull the threads that held life together, and infuse it into yours. Sin knew his hunger desire this, desire to feed on the life on the sith. Sitting in the plains of Dantooine, a small beautiful flower stood in front of the crossed legged darksider. His goal was to learn the power of Drain Life. Possession of such a power would feed his hunger. He began to manifest the images of the Vahla sacrificing him, tying him up in their arrogance that Vahl would be pleased. A stupid goddess, made up for the weak. He allowed the images to flood into him. His screaming to be set free, that be didn't want to die. They thought they'd being putting his power into the goddess'. He was young then, scared of the concept of death, of the force. Now he revealed in it, the death of Sith, of betrayal. The pictures brought pain, pain of the cuffs digging in his wrist and ankles. Pain of the near death coming, of the fear bellowing in his heart beats. Pain brought power, darkness that resided in it began to bridge the connection he had in the force. The horrifically dark connection. He built it strong, indestructible to anything. He made the pain his scapegoat to the force, his way to the darkness in his path.
The sith, just the thought beheld anger in the four letters. His images of the master speaking to him brought the fire that lit the darkness for him to see, allowed to him grab that power on the other side offthe bridge. That power that flowed through his body like a maelstrom of dark energy. Energy that heightened his concept of the things around him, every detail, every single small breath this flower took from the carbon dioxide he blew out. Now imagined the sith that attempted to hurt his master, the betrayal igniting the fire ablaze. The darkness was smoking with its sinister secrets of ruling, supernatural powers. He wrapped in that fire as he stepped across the bridge, stepping into the sea that was the force. The image if waking up in the night, the master he protected hovering over him. He was taking his force connection. How dare he, he at that night could feel the darkness leaving, his fire dying out. His threads loosened, and raced towards the master.
Now he pictured blonde hair, a red dress, it quickly aroused him, the woman who showed him passion. His anchor which kept him in the force, allowed him to command to his bidding. The passion that allowed the life to stay in his lungs, his beating heart. He pictured the threads of life inside the flower, and imagined then loosening, imagined his hands grabbing those threads, yanking on them, devouring them, felt the new power building in him. The life that felt fresh, sweet in his mouth. His muscles tensed, and flexed as he felt the new taken power from the power flow in his body. It was the sweetest thing besides that woman's lips his had tasted. In the haze of feiry blaze, and pitch blackness that was his bridge and light to the force, he sensed a animal approaching. Small in size, and curious by nature.
It walked up to him, with his focus, and closed eyes, he turned his attention in the force to its threads. They were more tightly knotted, but his hunger knew no knot to tight. He imagined the Jedi who was hypocritical in his ways. His anger bulging at the seems, he loosened those knot like he was a sailor of old. Quickly, with haste like lighting speeds, he yanked those threads into his own mouth again. He sacked the sweet taste again. The power overflowing his body. It was amazing. His eyes opened. The fkower laid crumbled and colorless. The wind blew and it went with it like ashes. He turned and the animal played shriveled up, and dead. As if the very fluids and meat were missing. He had learned the secret of Drain Life. The way the hunger devours, and is satisfied, but now it was time to feed upon the darkness of others. He smiled behind his mask. Now he was ready to feast on Sith.
The sith, just the thought beheld anger in the four letters. His images of the master speaking to him brought the fire that lit the darkness for him to see, allowed to him grab that power on the other side offthe bridge. That power that flowed through his body like a maelstrom of dark energy. Energy that heightened his concept of the things around him, every detail, every single small breath this flower took from the carbon dioxide he blew out. Now imagined the sith that attempted to hurt his master, the betrayal igniting the fire ablaze. The darkness was smoking with its sinister secrets of ruling, supernatural powers. He wrapped in that fire as he stepped across the bridge, stepping into the sea that was the force. The image if waking up in the night, the master he protected hovering over him. He was taking his force connection. How dare he, he at that night could feel the darkness leaving, his fire dying out. His threads loosened, and raced towards the master.
Now he pictured blonde hair, a red dress, it quickly aroused him, the woman who showed him passion. His anchor which kept him in the force, allowed him to command to his bidding. The passion that allowed the life to stay in his lungs, his beating heart. He pictured the threads of life inside the flower, and imagined then loosening, imagined his hands grabbing those threads, yanking on them, devouring them, felt the new power building in him. The life that felt fresh, sweet in his mouth. His muscles tensed, and flexed as he felt the new taken power from the power flow in his body. It was the sweetest thing besides that woman's lips his had tasted. In the haze of feiry blaze, and pitch blackness that was his bridge and light to the force, he sensed a animal approaching. Small in size, and curious by nature.
It walked up to him, with his focus, and closed eyes, he turned his attention in the force to its threads. They were more tightly knotted, but his hunger knew no knot to tight. He imagined the Jedi who was hypocritical in his ways. His anger bulging at the seems, he loosened those knot like he was a sailor of old. Quickly, with haste like lighting speeds, he yanked those threads into his own mouth again. He sacked the sweet taste again. The power overflowing his body. It was amazing. His eyes opened. The fkower laid crumbled and colorless. The wind blew and it went with it like ashes. He turned and the animal played shriveled up, and dead. As if the very fluids and meat were missing. He had learned the secret of Drain Life. The way the hunger devours, and is satisfied, but now it was time to feed upon the darkness of others. He smiled behind his mask. Now he was ready to feast on Sith.