Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Lt3EqU_OH0
"I'm alone now, and they haven't seen through me." Abraxas said as he knelt down over a victim Sith that had traced him. "I won't let you be an exception, no more special than a slave laboring for Darth Vornskr himself." The young man's body clenched the Sith's robes and snatched him up as he stood, wielding an insurmountable amount of strength, catching the beaten and broken failed investigator by surprise. It truly was the Abraxas of old, the Butcher King's duplicate.
"They'll find you... heretic. What makes you so special from the rest of us? Your false sense of progression? Your birth as part of the Zambrano royalty? You are nothing to us... you can be replaced."
Silas/Abraxas gazed at the Sith's face as he read him, clutching the fabric of his robes even more firmly as he began to feel an irritable wave come over him. This Sith was wrong... and what's more, the creature that inhabited the young Jedi Shadow's body wanted nothing to do with these swine. The breed of Imperial fortitude was fading, replaced by a wrathful, reckless knockoff. There was nothing lawful about the tyranny spread among hundreds of planets and wasting away the life and resources. There was so much more.
Horrors were what these Sith were after in the dawn of tomorrow, apathetically skewering the innocent and snuffing out the weak like dying embers.
"...You've made a mistake by looking for me. You're going to die, do you understand?"
There was a silence that hung in the air momentarily before the broken Sith spit blood onto Abraxas.
He traveled back to Ambria to reflect and to listen to what the Dark Side asks of him. The Sith's neck was broken and the corpse itself laying face down in the sand. The possessed lad fell to his knees and began to shed tears for the first time in his whole unnatural life.
Was this it?
Was this his life?
The devil inside for once felt remorse, and he wanted to be more.
Did possessing this body have an effect?
Only time will tell...
Abraxas picked himself up and carried himself over to his shuttle. The corpse lay still with its blood-tinged fabrics flapping carelessly in the breeze.
The sun died, and there was no one.
