Anak walked away, leaving the pup to the Lady. He was in the main library, there stood before the fallen book case and the lit candles. Raising up the candles he tossee them on the books, causing a pyre,
“There is nothing here.. but madness.”
The Hellspawn made his way to the main door, it was sealed by the snow. Leaping up to a second level, he then kept going up. Finally he was on roof perched above a sea of white powder. The Grounds was impassable, well for most. He using his cape leapt into the air and floatee above the aftermath of avalanche, reaching The Temple where on the spire he srood, his cape unfurling and blowing in the wind.
The planet was becoming a crucible as Jedi and Sith all clamored to meet on these white laced fields. Anak had no intention to engage them, he had come for something else, and it had eluded him. Then he heard a voice,
“Darkstar..”
His eyes shifted from red sickles to a ghastly green. He tilted his helm and saw a red robed figure who turned its head ro reveal two great horns and eyes burning green.
“I am Lord Azrath. I came to this place seeking answers like you.”
The Son of Darkness sighed.
“I have listened to spectras, devils, and oracles, none of which have lead me close to my heart’s desire..”
Lord Azrath smiled.
“That is your problem Hell Spawn, you seek guidence. You do not need guidence. The path of the Dark is not to submit, but to bend all to your will. You must shed all cares, purge all concerns for others and make your chief goal yourself.”
Anak raised his gauntlet to the chin of his mask.
“And if I can’t?”
The Dark One grinned.
“Then you will carry on as you are, one foot in the dark, one in the light, stumbling as ship without star charts.”
The Son of Hades felt his cape lap around him as he considered.
“I hate sides.. being a piece in a game”
Lord Azwrath nodded.
“Causes, Clans, Creeds, all of these are just a means of control. Look at the Great Sith Lords of Old, they forged their own way. The only way is the elevation of self, damn brotherhood and familia bonds, they make you weak. To be strong stand on your own two feet!”
The Darkstar nodded.
“Yesss.. I will rise in my sky!”
Lord Azrath’s eyes burned.
“Take what you want! It is yours! Destroy what you want! You are a god, as all who conjure Bogan can be! They only lack the selfishness! Worship only yourself! Love only yourself! For a mistress or lover will make you soft!”
Anak rose up on the spire.
“Yess.. I will make the galaxy suffer in my vanity!”
The Devil smirked.
“They tried to take it from you! Remeber how handsome you were, now look! You are scarred and in a mask.”
Anak took the mask off, and felt his scar under his left eye.
“You are right.. everyone I have been kind to has left me disfigured.”
The Diablo waved his hand and the scar went away, fading into fine and smooth skin.
“You are Darkstar, meant to be a beacon of the shadows, and they caste a shroud over you in name of love, unity, and fraternity! The time has come for you to embrace your destiny, not mine, not theirs, one you forge with those sabers and the power that awaits you. Make all miserable, tear down any who dare obscure your dark light.”
Anak nodded, he placed his helm back on.
“Who are you? How do you know so much?”
Lord Azrath cackled in demonic tones.
“A Phantom.. a monster, chaos.. I have many names..”
Anak turned his head.
“Bogan..”
The Lord nodded.
“I shape into what my disciples need. I give them what they need.”
The Darkstar peered at this Manifestation.
“And what I need is a being to speak to me.”
The Darkness nodded.
“Before I appeared to you as crowned Mistress, The Mother, now a Man, The Father. Your memory demands these forms due to our first encounter when you lost them..”
Anak spoke as a whisper,
“My parents..”
The Shadow drew near.
“If you are to rise Darkstar, you must let go of them, and all who soften the heart. Their memory is burned on your every move, you hestiate, you show mercy.. and it has chained you..”
He tapped the chains at Anak’s waist.
“How can I be free of them?”
The Darkness smiled.
“Hate them.. be glad they died. Seek out the Sarlaac, and cut her down. You saved her, and now your chained to her. And do not forget the Krath Witch, the one you hastily betrothed in your pitful stint in that Golden Covenant.”
The Son of Darkness made fists with his hands.
“You are right.. they must die.”
Lord Azrath placed his hands on the shoulders of The Dark Son.
“Your time in Hell made you strong, you have yet to access your full powers. Learn to use the dark side.. I never quite liked that term, a Jedi description of myself. Alas clarity is necessary, so I have adopted it.”
Anak bowed his head.
“Do not bow! Make me bow!” shouted The Darkness.
Anal grabbed his throat and pressed him down, its eyes gleaming black.
“Good.. good.. now paint the galaxy with your power!”
With that the Darkness bursted into a great vat of ink that fell on Anak, covering him and his cape, it was boiling and covered him and the spire. It then crystallized around him like a cacoon.
