Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fstIJb24Tmw
~ Ambria, Heart of Darkness. ~
"I awoke on this world, thought to be dead and mangled beyond repair. I showed them otherwise. It was my prime directive in the beginning to never feel, to never use biased judgement, to exterminate. I was perfect."
The behemoth of armor and cloak stood upon a partially destroyed elevation of rock, a few pebbles falling down the precipice. In his right gauntlet he held a Jedi by the head, making him look out unto the planet's barren surface. The dim glow of a sun counted down the hours left until nightfall came. The boy was kidnapped by the abomination, stolen away from the clutches of guardians and teachers. He saw their blood.
"I am still perfect. Wouldn't you agree?"
Abraxas squeezed his gauntlet firmly around the dome of the lad, causing him a great deal of pain and discomfort. Enough force was applied to even cause some cracking to be heard.
"You will become part of this world's hatred. Can you feel it?"
Abraxas turned around towards flat ground, throwing the Jedi down. Heavily armored footfalls protested the mercy that most would beg for in this predicament, the beaten and broken hostage was on the verge of going unconscious.
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Corrupted machinery and cybernetics inside the abomination's body roared dominantly, his voice unrecognizable as humane or even natural. The tides of shadow rolled off of his grotesque tongue and through his blackened teeth.
Using the Force, Abraxas picked the boy up with an open palm, watching him dangle and drip with his own crimson.
"...Pathetic..."
The monstrosity closed his gauntlet, forcing the Jedi's body to crumple to a fleshy mass of robe and poor social skills.
"Perhaps in death, your purpose will be found. I have blessed you to be able to rot away here, don't you see? I have made you divine."
Into the dying sunlight Abraxas walked, emitting an aura through the Force that seemed to call out to fellow Sith and those who could feel it. He wanted to be found by his brethren, his kindred of the dark. Order must be reinstated, and the Butcher King's legacy must live on through nothing less than the spillage of defiant, filthy blood.
Though the true reason Abraxas still lived wasn't only due to his willpower, but rather the bond he held with that of the Dark Side of the Force; however, not even that was reason enough. A twisted amalgamation of flesh, machine, and the lifeblood of decadence itself. The continuous flow of combat stimuli hadn't stopped, and both of the beast's hearts beat for carnage.
...The Jedi...
They would pay for their sins against the Butcher King's nobility.