He could not feel his hand wrap around warm flesh, he could not feel the windpipe squeeze and collapse within his grasp, nor could he feel the futile struggle of balled fists slamming against the arm connected to his constricting fingers. He could only observe with cold indifference as the man sputtered and gasped for air, his legs kicking wildly as blood rushed to his face in a flush of purple discoloration. Without much effort, he could have applied more pressure and broke the man's neck as easily as he would have struck down an insect.
But instead, he watched the man suffer and writhe.
So easily was a life taken by his whim, so readily was death delivered. Whatever they had done in life and whatever they had planned for their futures played no part in how they came to this sickly end. They were mere victims enthralled by the arbitrary cruelty of a mad tyrant.
The man took his final breath and then fell limp, arms and legs dangling freely from a body that could no longer move them. Dark power seeped into the man as the last vestiges of life faded away from him, tearing all that he had been and all that he would ever be screaming from the edge of oblivion and up through the arm which had so callously taken his life. Skin melted away as bone turned brittle and fell away into dust. Tendrils of green energy vacated the crumbling body through the eyes and mouth, drawn towards the dark being which still held the body in its iron clutches.
All that remained was dust and scraps of desiccated cloth.
Carnifex breathed out slowly, quickly parceling through the absorbed thoughts, experiences, and memories of the man he had so ruthlessly ended. He disseminated through an entire lifetime in the span of a few seconds; childhood, adolescence, adulthood, and finally the convulsing vestiges of middle-age in which the man had lost his life by his hand. Every nostalgic memory, every fond recollection, and every embarrassment passed through his mind in seeming unintelligible flashes. Carnifex discarded them all, finding that the man's life had been woefully mundane and was not worth remembering. Such was the fate of most who were absorbed by the Lich-Lord of the Sith.
The self-proclaimed Sith'ari.
The Great One.
The Black Iron Tyrant.
He glanced down at his hand, the one he had used to throttle the life from the man. He flexed each individual digit, clutching his hand into a fist before he let his arm fall back to his side. It was a meager scrap of Living Force, but it would suffice. The total sum of this world was paltry in comparison to his previous feasts but substantial enough to constitute his arrival. Had this world possessed more people than it currently did, he would have dispatched the cultists of the Eclipse to rot the world from the inside out, weakening the planet in preparation for his arrival much as he did on Elrood and Bespin. The warfare between the Sith Empire and Voyance's sycophants was enough to cause enough chaos was it stood, and there had been no need to lay such meticulous groundwork.
"Exposing your face after so long in the shadows? Must be the second coming of the Sith'ari! Though, which version of this proclaimed god are you? Dread Ascendency? Sith Empire? Sith Eternal? Brotherhood? Sorry, Confused on your legitimacy."
Carnifex inclined his head towards the voice, catching the sight of the masked warrior from the periphery of his eye. He did not recognize the warrior, but that wasn't unexpected in a galaxy this large and with how removed from mainstream politics he had become since he had departed his throne for greater things. Another one who had blinded themselves with Voyance's lies no doubt, there seemed to be no shortage of those who contented themselves by following another's lead.
He turned to now face this masked man, the full weight of his gaze descending upon him without distraction. His eyes could peer beyond the composite construction of the helmet to look upon the face of the man who stood before him, to peer into his eyes; one emerald and the other sapphire, as if there was nothing standing between them but open air.
Carnifex reached up to the hem of his hood and pulled it back, revealing the half-helm he wore over his face in the visage of a skull. The helmet absorbed and magnified the negative energy in the environment, allowing the wearer to access the energy like he would electricity or heat. His arrival notwithstanding, Ninn was practically bathed in negative energy from one pole to the other. The air literally brimmed with dark energy, random discharges of electrical energy sending sparks flying through the odorous sky. It was particularly concentrated around him, though there were other convergences which rivaled or even exceeded the darkness which coalesced in this spot.
And as the Lich-Lord peered past the dark warrior's mask, a womanly voice whispered a name from the darkest aether of the Force. It was the voice of the Eye, who in her power could peer deep into the past, present, and future of the Cosmic Force. Though the future was shifting, ever-changing, the past was solid and still. She had seen this face, seen where it had once been and all the steps which led it to this point in time.
The convergence of so many shatterpoints.
"Vora..." spoke Carnifex after a fashion, his voice methodical in pronunciation as if he was testing the word's authenticity. "Kaar."
There, he had it now. "Vora Kaar," he repeated.
"Vora Kaar," and once more with firm resolution.
Without warning, a massive sword burst free from the cover of a nearby structure and raced towards Vora Kaar's body. The blade was very large, nearly as long as Vora Kaar was tall, and was inscribed with geometric runes along the flat. It moved guided by an insidious will, dark power suffusing every molecule and driving it towards brutality and violence. It cut a terrible swath through the air, blade angled to bisect Vora Kaar from his left shoulder to his right hip in one clean swipe.
Carnifex only watched, face impassive, as his weapon danced to the tune of his willpower.
Darth Solipsis
and
Kyrel Ren
before leaping down to the join. Catching the tail end of the discussion, she eyed the Master of Ren warily. 
