Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGUi6spQ9M0&index=11&list=PL3701130022801F23
Woe came in small tides; systematic murder, heartless and cruel.
Domination over the weak, dominion over their mediocre beliefs and spines.
The horrors of war, the atrocity set in motion.
Casualties climbed, the beast gorged itself.
Corruption and rot, blood and sinew dashed across the planets.
A rift into the darkness torn, nightmares spilling into the materium.
Safety was non-existent, cruelty was manufactured and mass produced for all.
More innocence to be taken, a robbery of soul and integrity.
- Ambria, Devil's Court -
"He who protests the fairness and wise words of authority are expendable, judgement shall come over him. Your sin is ignorance, your punishment, damnation."
Standing before a captured group of varied species and cultures was the maddened warrior, heavily clad and darkly cloaked to obscure his appearance. Distorted metal and bloodied, saturated fur made up a mockery of an appearance that faintly whimpered nobility, but was too malformed by the twisted deeds of the foul slayer. The Jedi present in the hostage situation looked towards the creature with hatred burning in their hearts and tears, if there was any one act that could spike the temperament of even the most passive, it was the slaughter and senseless terror wrought among those that they felt were undeserving. Who were they to have jurisdiction?
"The child shall come before the father... the feeble minded shall heed the tongue of the enlightened, the sick shall be made useful, the defiant fight for naught. Disease is perfection manifest, the blade an extension of the soul. Your rotting corpse is a peace made to the God that demands embrace from you. Do not consider this an extortion of any sort, rather, a gift..."
Unable to handle the endless rambling of the crazed abomination, one of the Jedi managed to break free and reached for his lightsaber, charging in for the death and hopeful permanent end of the one known as Abraxas. Would the nightmare be over?
The screech of vindictive angst fell upon the bold young man, he relaxed as he saw the glow of where he had struck the beast, unfortunately, it was not enough to get through all of the armor. A poorly premeditated execution and the abrupt end of the shamed Knight. Abraxas reached out with his right gauntlet, twisted claws tipping each digit of the creation's large hand, the green lightsaber was cast away from the Jedi's grasp and smashed into a nearby wall; however, the determined captive didn't end his struggle there. Through the Force, he shot out a striking gust of energy that managed to stagger the Sith slightly, albeit barely.
"...Ungrateful..."
Unsheathing a massive two-handed war-blade from the darkness of his cloak, Abraxas began walking towards the now fear-struck rebel. Dragging it against the ground, sparks began to kick up, the left hand of the abomination reached out and grasped the lad through the Force. His windpipe being crushed and closing in, he himself being pulled towards the behemoth like a puppet on a string. Staring into the boy's eyes, he saw a fighter; a would-be champion.
"...This does not end with a hero's pride held upon a pedestal..."
Pulling his sword-arm back, the massive ugly blade skewered the toned flesh of the brave warrior, his eyes going wide and bloodshot as crimson began leaking from his orifices. The corrupted, tainted weapon pulsed decay and burning anguish into the Jedi's mind and body for a few moments before Abraxas raised his blade above his shoulders and slung it to the ground, shattering the fool against the weathered stone.
They all panicked and shouted, but to no avail.
"...The death of the sinner is made divine, their crimson to quench the the divine thirst of the Force. Do not fret, for you too will have purpose."
From the blackness of the dungeon, no one heard their screams.
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