The Redeemed
Vaulkhar stood alone in a realm of rolling darkness. His surroundings were muddled with nothingness that spanned unending. Was this death? Had he finally fallen, cursed to wander aimlessly through a realm of emptiness? Surely he deserved it, but was it what he wanted?
With nothing to do, he wandered through the empty space. Time was inconsequential in the span of nothing. Perhaps he wandered for days, maybe longer. There was a desire to feel something in that nothing. Pain, fear, anything was better than the emptiness that went on infinitely, but he knew this was what he deserved. So he continued trudging through the shadow. He did not tire or weaken in his endless travel, he knew only boredom.
Soon enough he felt something tug at his foot. He slowed and looked around himself, searching for what he had caught onto. With nothing there, he shrugged and moved once more.
Yet again, something latched onto his foot but did not let go. A pale hand shot up from beneath him and gripped at his ankle. From beneath the shadow, a face emerged. A face he had not seen in years, the face of Vengeance. As if the weight of his new reality finally set upon him, horror clawed at his mind. He called out for help, silent screams that went unanswered as more hands emerged and bodies clawed forth from the nothing below. Vaulkhar fought and tried to pull away, but they latched onto him with grips like iron and pulled.
Down he went, more bodies rising and pulling him into whatever hell awaited him.
He sank below the inky darkness, a throng of bodies pressed in on all sides. Wherever he looked, he saw only death. Freshly mutilated bodies still gushing blood clawed at his flesh. Others were only bits and pieces of who they once were, but he quickly realized he recognized these faces.
A sea of the dead beset Vaulkhar on all sides, his past finally caught up to the doomed sith.
A horrified, violent scream tore free from Vaulkhar's throat as he shot up. A fresh wave of adrenaline washed over the newly conscious man as the force raced to his call. The bars that locked him in place in his cell shook momentarily as he pushed himself to his feet. His gaze spanned the cell and what sat before him as he pressed forth against the bars. His knuckles whitened as he gripped tight at the object of his imprisonment, though he soon calmed down. His eyes, which momentarily glowed the color of molten metal seemed to cool, instead replaced with the typical dull blue color. Warmth returned to the room as he released his grip on the force.
Turning away, Vaulkhar sighed and moved to sit once more. His hands fell into his lap as his hair cascaded down to frame his face. As memories of the recent battle came to mind, a feeling of peace descended on him. He wasn't dead, but he was locked away in a cell somewhere.
"Its finally over," the words were barely a whisper.
With nothing to do, he wandered through the empty space. Time was inconsequential in the span of nothing. Perhaps he wandered for days, maybe longer. There was a desire to feel something in that nothing. Pain, fear, anything was better than the emptiness that went on infinitely, but he knew this was what he deserved. So he continued trudging through the shadow. He did not tire or weaken in his endless travel, he knew only boredom.
Soon enough he felt something tug at his foot. He slowed and looked around himself, searching for what he had caught onto. With nothing there, he shrugged and moved once more.
Yet again, something latched onto his foot but did not let go. A pale hand shot up from beneath him and gripped at his ankle. From beneath the shadow, a face emerged. A face he had not seen in years, the face of Vengeance. As if the weight of his new reality finally set upon him, horror clawed at his mind. He called out for help, silent screams that went unanswered as more hands emerged and bodies clawed forth from the nothing below. Vaulkhar fought and tried to pull away, but they latched onto him with grips like iron and pulled.
Down he went, more bodies rising and pulling him into whatever hell awaited him.
He sank below the inky darkness, a throng of bodies pressed in on all sides. Wherever he looked, he saw only death. Freshly mutilated bodies still gushing blood clawed at his flesh. Others were only bits and pieces of who they once were, but he quickly realized he recognized these faces.
A sea of the dead beset Vaulkhar on all sides, his past finally caught up to the doomed sith.
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A horrified, violent scream tore free from Vaulkhar's throat as he shot up. A fresh wave of adrenaline washed over the newly conscious man as the force raced to his call. The bars that locked him in place in his cell shook momentarily as he pushed himself to his feet. His gaze spanned the cell and what sat before him as he pressed forth against the bars. His knuckles whitened as he gripped tight at the object of his imprisonment, though he soon calmed down. His eyes, which momentarily glowed the color of molten metal seemed to cool, instead replaced with the typical dull blue color. Warmth returned to the room as he released his grip on the force.
Turning away, Vaulkhar sighed and moved to sit once more. His hands fell into his lap as his hair cascaded down to frame his face. As memories of the recent battle came to mind, a feeling of peace descended on him. He wasn't dead, but he was locked away in a cell somewhere.
"Its finally over," the words were barely a whisper.
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