The Sith’ari
“One day it can be yours.”
The monolith that was the Throne of the Sith boldly captured their eyes. A monument to the Dark Side, an Icon of Evil, a symbol of POWER.
The Dark Father stood close to his daughter, eyes shifting to her with his most terrible glare. A face filled with dark grimace, a menacing smile renowned for it’s haunting visage spreading from ear to ear in a sickening curl.
“It is your destiny, here with me.”
A sudden flash of brilliant light, roaring thunder flooded through the chamber and crackling lightning followed in a sputtering retreat throughout the enormity of the Sith Citadel’s amphitheater.
The Dark Lord’s hands rose from his tattered robes illuminated by the sinister brilliance.
“As a Sith.”