The Cold

The Darkness.The Power.The Cold.

It made him strong, made him, special.He was the master now.Master of Evil, of the Sith, and of the whole galaxy.And he was on a mission, in service of the Empire, his Empire.And yes, it was a service, to show people that if you don’t hope for too much, you will never be disappointed.He’d learned this the hard way, and was simply making the lesson easier for all those poor souls out there.In all his years, he had never felt more…purposeful.

He remembered Tattooine; that dreadful planet he only wanted to forget.That giant dust ball that took everything from him, the sands were merciless.And the Jedi too, they had deceived him into believing he could be something, be someone.But he was foolish to trust them, just as it was foolish to trust anyone…

In a flash…he saw, Ahsoka crying.His mother dying in his arms, Obi-Wan screaming in pain.Padmé…Padmé…A tear trickled down hi cheek-Then all of it was gone.

He’d had his revenge; and was enjoying the luxury of ignoring his heart.

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