Eternal Father
Only ash remained.
It twirled and fell through the air like black snow, the roaring inferno that once gave rise to it having since been extinguished. Bodies lay amidst the desolation and ruin of the once bustling city center, towers of twisted melt -- warped by immense heat -- stretched up into the sky, caressing the black clouds which loomed high overhead. Many of the bodies were burned by the terrible conflagration that had run untamed through the city, unleashed by the bursting bombs which blanketed the city in a shroud of unquenchable flame.
Others, had been cut down by blaster or scythed by saber, only to be consumed by the flame that followed in their murderer's wake. However, not all life had been driven from the city. Children in their multitudes had been driven by the lash of their tormentors, brought to stand before what remained of their resplendent city. Among them were several Jedi, guardians and protectors, dragged on hand and feet to stand before their judge.
Darth Carnifex looked down on them contemptuously. Oh, how they'd struggled, but long years of peace had settled in like a perfidious rot. Without war to harden their resolve and sharpen their senses, these Jedi were little more than mewling babes laid bare before the wolves. He'd killed several of them, but the rest He subdued and brought here, bound, before the great sarcophagus. The children He would take and mold into the next generation of butcher, but these Jedi had no future. He'd stolen it, just like He'd steal the future of all worlds.
As the last Jedi was made to kneel, with aid from the butt of a carbine, the Dark Lord turned now to face the sarcophagus. He reached out and touched the keystone placed at it's center, and the entire contraption began to pulsate and writhe with dark power. The lid slowly lifted away, revealing an emaciated corpse bound by strips of rough-spun cloth inscribed with runes in an indiscernible language; one so ancient and terrible to speak it aloud was blasphemous to nature itself. The Dark Lord turned again, stepping away from the corpse as it too began to rise up out of the sarcophagus.
Lidless sockets stared blankly at the beaten Jedi, black tears etching glossy stains upon it's ashen cheeks. Then, it's mouth opened, a cavernous maw leading only to darkness.
It screamed.
A dirge so terrible and monstrous, the Jedi writhed on the ground as the sound-waves rolled over them. They would've clutched their hands to their ears if they could, but with their hands bound they could only suffer the agonizing wail. As their own shouts of pain and horror joined the chorus, they began to vitrify into stone one by one. They calcified in a matter of moments, becoming no more animated than the statues that once flanked the great plaza. As the last Jedi passed into nothingness, the corpse's mouth shut tight, and it drifted back into it's tomb. The lid shut and was locked.
Darth Carnifex looked at where the stone Jedi now resided, all contorted and twisted in fear and pain. He sneered contemptuously, stepping forward to slam His boot through one of their heads; pulverizing it all to dust. For good measure, He ground what remained beneath His heel.
"Thus is the fate of all who suffer the Eclipse."
