The Sanctity of Darkness

[Darth Carnifex]

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The cacophony rose to a fevered pitch even after the last echoes of Carnifex's passionate words reverberated off of the walls of the Stygium Hall, the audience now fully caught up in the darkness that radiated off of the Dark Lord like waves crashing against the shore. He rose his hands up, basking in the glory of what he was witnessing, and allowed himself a moment to genuine joy as the sounds and sights assailed him from every direction. It wasn't quite like being encompassed by the carnage of battle, but if there was a close second then he couldn't think of anything other than this moment of filling that spot. However; they couldn't stand around and roar, rant, and rave like madmen all day, there were real threats poised to put an end to all of the progress he had made over the past decade or so. They would have to be addressed, and so with a flattening wave of his hand he forcefully set out to silence the revelry like when one would mute a holoscreen.

A swift silence fell over the crowd, and even those who felt themselves compelled to speak could find that they were unable to. A brief moment of restlessness overtook the crowd as they squirmed in their seats or clutched at their mouths and throats, unable to do anything except flail uselessly and breath. However; they would settle down once the Dark Lord fixated them with a hard glare, a warning to behave like good Imperials or be smote by the awesome power he wielded. Once that message had finally gotten across their minds they sat on the edge of their seats, anticipation gnawing at their every thought as the Dark Lord released them from their intangible bondage and began to speak anew.

"But our destiny will not be handed to us on a silver platter, my comrades. It must be won with blood, sweat, and toil! Even now the malignance of the Jedi and the boorish cowards who hide behind their ill-begotten shield plot the destruction of everything we hold dear. I assure you, my brothers and sisters, these devils will not be allowed to succeed in their efforts to chain the galaxy to an ideology that laughs in the face of natural, of natural selection! Even animals understand that the strong rise above the weak, but these fools would elevate the meek at the expense of the natural order. I speak of the Galactic Alliance, of course, and the Republic, and the Silver Coalition! Bastions of ignorance who wrongly use the Force to protect the useless, when the Force is in reality a weapon to empower the worthy!"

Above the Dark Lord the symbols of the various factions of Light Siders would be displayed for all to see, and outbursts of hate would hiss from the audience as the Dark Lord spoke vehemently. Alongside their symbols would be the images of those nation's various leaders, including the Heavenshields and their children.

"Look upon the faces of the enemy! Memorize them well, for they are the chief opponents of the new order millions have attempted to secure in the galaxy, crusaders who fight for a futile cause against anything that does not conform with their dogmatic beliefs! Not even their own children are safe from the lunacy they wish to impose upon others, and I have experienced first hand how total their manipulation of the young truly is. They cannot be saved except for the enlightening embrace of death, but who knows how many other children have been subjected to such horror. They must all be liberated, reformed if possible, but otherwise those who are too far beyond our capacity to reteach must be put down."

Initially there would be some reservations about what the Dark Lord suggested, many consider children the epitome of innocence, but soon enough a wide-reaching campaign of propaganda will sway public opinion. Convincing millions that the sanctioned murder of children was the only conceivable path was a trivial task, all that was required was time.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The murder of children?

Of children?

Fantastic.

Even the wurm around the Sith's shoulder shivered with anticipation for the coming slaughter. More lambs, all ripe for slaughter. Oh, the joyous experiments to be had. Already he had begun his experimentation on bringing back younglings to ruin the minds of the Jedi forced to cut them down. Oh, how he relished the thought of being able to do this legally. To be encouraged by [member="Darth Carnifex"] himself. Slowly he petted his creation, whispering to it.

"Soon, and you will spawn."

 

[Yox Dikai]

Mala stood as the crowd stood, observing. So somebody had gotten arrogant in their behavior towards a Sith and was cut down. Nothing unusual about that. It was what he deserved in fact. It was what all who resisted strength deserved. As the crowd sat, she sat, suddenly finding it impossible to talk, and her eyes blazed. How dare he? It was one thing to demand obedience and loyalty, such a thing was the manner in which it was done, but to force such magic on followers? On her? The spark inside lit into a burst of fury, but she tamped it down, gritting her teeth.

There would be a time when she could truly be free, free to be herself, but the time had not yet come. So until then, she would wait and she would learn and she would be the ruler and then none would force her or trap her. This thought, as she sat there, became an oath. One only to herself and the Force, and she would do whatever it would take to achieve those ends.

But the speech continued and she looked up, suddenly shocked. The mass murder of children? That was drastic, even for Sith. She frowned and leaned forward in the seat, mind calculating. That was absurd. To do so was a waste of an enormous amount of potential resources. Workers, soldiers, Sith, engineers, designers. That was what lay among a population's children, especially ones raised outside the Sith order. Different ideas could be brought to heel to serve the Empire. Not wasted in such a manner. All things were meant to serve the purpose of gaining power.

This would undercut power as all united against this threat- Mala paused to consider. Unless there was some other reason for this. She stared up at the platform, scrutinizing the two Dark Lords. What machinations lurked beneath their armor? She would stay, and she would serve, and she would learn.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar moved through the crowd in silence. He felt it for just a moment, the desire to slaughter those who stood all around him. He was angry and he was losing it, he could feel it. Ever since the disagreement between himself and Ella, he had been losing it. Where he once wandered only killing what was necessary, now he desired to bloody his blade with anyone foolish enough to stand within striking range. It was not his sanity he was losing, but rather his control in moments like this. When tension was in the air, when emotions flew wild about the vicinity. That was when he would face moments like this, when he desired to sate the emotion grasping at him with blood.

He could feel his own blood, or at least it seemed that way. The life essence running through his veins, it was as if he could feel it running through his body. There was a pounding within his head as it continued. The desire to let loose was clawing at his mind. With every man or woman he passed he replaced them with someone who had wronged him in the past. Abyss, Ebony, Vengeance. Any single person who has hurt him came to his surface thoughts and took control of his conscious momentarily, keeping his mind locked upon the anger and hate that was seething, threatening to spill over.

But when he turned away from a row of seats and come face to face with Ella Nova, Jedi turned Sith, he could no longer contain himself. His hand shot forward in a blur of motion, closing around the woman's lower jaw where he began to squeeze. He could hear the bone and flesh beneath his grasp as his grip tightened. The banging within his head grew louder, the blood running through his body grew faster, adrenaline fed his every move as he grabbed her throat with his other hand and forced her to the ground. In one fluid motion he snapped the woman's neck and just as the emotion grew to reach it's climax, it dispersed from him. When he looked back down to who he thought he recognized as Ella, he realized it was just a young woman, likely an acolyte who had only recently sworn herself to his father.

Vaulkhar wanted to throw up at first. He could feel the bile churn within his stomach at what he had just done. He murdered an innocent woman as he lost total control of himself. Shaking his head he moved away from the scene, pushing anyone away foolish enough to step within range of his arms and he continued up the stairs. Eventually he came into the presence of Darth Ferus, where he looked him in his crimson gaze. For the first time since the two met, Vaulkhar's gaze retained the powerful, orange glow of the dark size. The angry, sizzling site of molten burning within their sockets. He finally found his place within the dark side.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

She listened to his speech, she was not moved by it. She knew what he meant though, she would do everything in her power to bring those youling safely into darkside. She did not like nor did she want to be part of any murder of children, so she would do her best save them. Though by the time she tried, they may no longer be children and if they are set in there way well, she would not be killing a child. She knew others would not share her opinion, but she did not have to help in this particular task. There where other tasks she could do, in order to help safeguard the sith future. As the rest of what he said was true, we where the galaxy chosen ones.

She was no longer naive like she was back when he slaughtered people on zeltros, she knew what she was getting herself in for, this was for the greater good.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Prazutis picked up immediately where his glorious friend and mentor [member="Darth Carnifex"] left off continuing the speech and rally cry for war and conquest. The full audience in the massive assembly hall roared and cheered fully enthralled by the majesty of the God-Kings carefully crafted words. The dark side poured off the two men in palpable waves bouncing from wall to wall like a swirling maelstrom. Their very voices took on a hypnotic lull that boomed with power. To listen to the roars of the crowd brought a modicum of joy to the Dark Titan, to hear and see the sounds and sights of like minded men and women all cheering after the hypnotic words of a man who had divine blood truly coursing through his veins.

"The various nations of the galaxy are but spokes on a wheel. This ones on top and then that ones on top. All proclaiming that the light side is true power, the dark side holds true power, their way of philosophy holds true power. On and on it spins in an endless cycle of death and rebirth. There is but one truth." Solomon gestured and rising upward on a newly rising pod, cameras turned to pan the pod showing on a huge display screen to the entire chamber the dead corpse of the man [member="Darth Eversor"] violently cut down, blood now seeping onto the floor of this rising pod. Prazutis whispered an incantation in the ancient sith tongue and suddenly his hands glowed with a dark energy. He thrust his hand outward and the energy surged through the air slamming into the corpse with a hard thump glowing brightly as the cadaver shook and rumbled. After a few moments it stopped moving and went silent. But it was then that it happened.

"Power is power." The corpse stood up moaning and growling sniffing in the air like a hound, it turned towards the living and hissed. The zombie moved to lunge but a gesture from the Dark Lord caused it to stop immediately. "All of their philosophies, all of their beliefs are but false notions to contain the people in a foolish belief they can truly succeed. Through our enlightenment we hold the key to true power. As previously said our destiny won't be handed down. It must be won through blood, death and war. There is but one way to handle those who stand against us." Prazutis said as he punched several buttons on the control panel of their pod, and suddenly a news feed video appeared on the massive holo screen. It was an aerial image from a hover vehicle flying over the streets of capital city of Serenno now on fire smoke billowed into the sky while a massive horde surged through the streets in such size it appeared as if it was an ocean of death. A reporter spoke in what seemed to be an ongoing broadcast.

"-From GNN and what you are seeing is an absolutely horrifying sight of what appears to be some sort of outbreak on Serenno. There are no new information coming in or out as all communications to the surface have been cut. There's only a tiny amount of people who have managed to escape this carnage, the death toll planet side is catastrophic. The question on everyone's mind is who is responsible for such a horrific atrocity? No one has claimed responsibility yet and from what we know no one knows what organization may be responsible." The video ended and disappeared then cutting off the broadcast.

"Death. If our enemies will not conform to our true beliefs then they must be wiped from existence, death and destruction of them and their entire way of life."

 

[Zef Halo]

Carnifex's arms raised in the air and Heim could feel the man gathering power, relishing the feeling of being the supreme power in this hall. All who he had called, had listened, had rallied and were ready to execute his orders ruthlessly.

The heathens' faces and names lit up. Those who lead orders, factions and organization that stood against the natural way of life. Those that perverted the ways of the galaxy and called themselves righteous and just. They had gone and ripped the galaxy of its natural course for thousands and thousands of years. They had distorted the natural ways of life of the universe, they had brainwashed civilizations after civilizations with their unnatural and wrong ideology.

No more.

The Black Empire would see that the galaxy returns to its natural path. To reality. It would uproot the seeds of illusions that the Jedi and their followers have spread out through the known galaxy for far too long. The Black Empire would shatter these illusions, it would revert the galaxy to how it should be.

Culling of the weak, power to the strong.

Death beckons.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Never one to be at a loss of words, the Witch of the Galaxy sat silently in her chair listening to the proclamation from their sovereign Dark Lord, picking the rotting flesh from her fingernails while nodding in agreement with every word spoken from him. She didn't have to agree with everything he stood for, no right-minded Sith ever would, but his cause was just; his mantra religious. She didn't have to fill the coffer of truth with his egotistic juices, she simply had to align herself with a cause that would, in time, see the death of the Jedi at last; and if fate was kind, perhaps the galaxy itself. But she believed in this Darth Carnifex, odds and misunderstandings aside, he was not the chosen one; he was her chosen one.​

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Placing her left bare foot upon the head of child slave, she stood up proudly, and breaking her silence; began to applaud. Then to show her support further, she twisted her foot methodically driving the child's head into the unforgiving duracrete. The last whimpers of the weakened child played the most harmonious tune her ears ever had the chance to receive.​

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"Death....is but a mercy to them," she boasted tweeking her nose ring, raising the child from death as she stood proudly next to her undead spawn. "Fear.....will fill their hearts with understanding....and their deaths.....will swell our ranks for war."​

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