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Blood runs cold tonight

Darth Ares stood on the roof of a building on Coruscant. Over looking the conquered world. The Dark Side of the Force led him here saying blood would be spilled and a fight was awaiting him. A Sith Hunter, a youngster thinking he could kill all the Sith, well Ares wanted to see this. He stood on the edge of the building letting the Dark Side flow through and around him as it was a signal for the youngster to notice him. Darth Ares was a man of war and that meant he enjoyed the finer things in life like blood, conflict, battle, and death. Usually this was the norm for a Sith, but unlike his brothers and sisters he had no light in them. Most of One Sith was dark, but they also had that little bit of light left in him, that last bit of light was always the hardest to snuff out. Darth Ares had no light in him whatsoever and thus he was the embodiment of the Dark Side, the self proclaimed, infamous Sith of War. He smirked as he was no longer alone. "Have you come to kill me?"






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He smiled and there was more than just something different aura wise on Yusan now, as he would keep datachips on him, files of each sith he tortured, each one he made feel his pain. He had been on coruscant for three days now, ambushing, beating, and kidnapping sith, torturing them to an inch of their lives and throwing them to the streets, their lightsabers dismantled and the crystals taken. In each, Yusan's own insanity and fall grew increasingly appearant, and now Yusan stood there with a twisted smile, his eyes blood red as the darkside corrupted and twisted him. His face was burned again, a result of a grenade a few days back, this didn't singe his hair though and only renewed the old scar. His hair showed no signs of care, hap-hazardly thrown about as he even showed traces of red where he had scratched at night from the dreams of hearing Carliah scream in his mind.

He wore dark bags under his eyes, he moved with his limp appearent even in his armor, his saber was now crimson and an array of grenades and two blasters hung from his belt. It wasn't that though that was the most chilling of all, as he walked under the street lamp, even against the black armor the stains of every one of his victims blood could be seen, dried crimson ran in streaks over his armor. "Sith... you are going to feel complete pain tonight, you will pay for your Sins and by teaching you pain and show you what YOU have done to the people of this galaxy... Then you can beg to die, and PAY FOR TAKING HER..." His eyes shook, his voice filled with rage, pain, loss, sadness. He was lost, he had been lost for days, but there was nothing left in Yusan now but a need for revenge.

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As his back was still turned he only laughed his devilish laugh, "You know nothing of what I have done or pain." Darth Ares slowly turned and standing before the boy was a Sith Knight who was hidden under a black robe with the hood up. He stepped off the ledge and slowly approached the boy. As his first foot met the ground, black lightning emerged from his foot licking at the ground and his second foot followed this effect. Smock slowly poured out of the hood and then Ares casted off his robe revealing a man in sleeveless black armor, two golden swords on his back and two light sabers on his hip. Once the robe left his body so did the lightning and smoke as if it was never there. Unlike the boy who had the appearance of a killer, Ares did not, he looked more like a warrior dressed in black, even his eyes were a normal brown. He continued his walk and the closer he got a faint scream could be heard. As he got closer the scream could be heard louder and louder as Ares was using Force Insanity and judging by this boy's need for revenge and losing touch with reality he could also hear the scream which was the scream he heard every night of his dear loved one dying. If his mind was truly as broken as Ares assumed then the force insanity would flash a scene, a mere blink, of her being killed. Ares stopped within weapon length of the boy as said nothing for a while as he was first playing mind games, nothing drastic, just a wetting of the appetite. He then spoke, but almost like he was speaking to an old friend, "So a woman? You wish to beat me to an inch of my life over a woman? Pity, I wish I did have a hand in killing this woman, assuming she is dead. Judging by your appearance and the darkness on you, it was recent, yet you think you can best me when you have yet to know the Dark Side? Let me tell you about the Dark Side before we get started, there are two Dark Side users; those who were born in it like me and those who merely adopted it." Ares was now slowly circling him, still giving off that old friend feel which f they boy was smart, this would scare the living Hell out of him. Why? Simple, most people needed to strike fear into their enemies, ether by appearance or by words. It was the ones who didn't need to strike fear that you needed to watch out for. n the animal kingdom there are animals that are born with symbols that are to warn predators not to attack or they will be hurt, like a poison dart frog and it's bright colours. Then there are the animals that prey on the predators so they look like easy targets so you will attack them and find yourself overwhelmed.

Darth Ares stopped in front of the boy and looked at him hoping he was understanding his words, but he went on just in case. "You have killed many sith correct? You are growing stronger in the dark side, but you have blinded yourself by rage and revenge that you have missed the most obvious question you need to be asking yourself, "When did the hunter become the hunted?"" Ares paused to give him a moment to ponder this. He then slowly drew one golden blade that was so clean you would think it was new. "You are my guest, I was looking for you, or do you think Sith normally stand on roof tops looking out into the horizon letting themselves be known to the world? Now, let's play." His head was lowered with his eyes closed. With his free hand he let the force run through it like a lover beginning her seduction and then he lifted his hand into the air and a crack could be heard as a mile above Ares' hand a cloud formed and began to rotate and grow larger. As the cloud grew more and more lightning began to erupt in it. Ares was still learning this power so the lightning wasn't powerful enough to release and travel down to them, but a light rain did come to them. Ares was a man who enjoyed a could back drop for a war and even though this was only two fighting, he might as well put on a show. He then slowly rose his head as the screaming would grow louder then even the storm above. As his eyes opened the eyes of a sith had replaced the normal eyes. In the darkness they were the fire that pierced it. This was a fight that would truly be interesting no matter how it turned out.
 

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