Maul

It  is a cold and dark time. There is no law. The Jedi are gone and peace is all but lost.

Crime syndicates around the galaxy thrive.

Among them, a monster oozing with hate, and burdened with vengeance dominates. For years he had only one goal, one vision, one singular target.

He was a Jedi. A man who’d caused him unbearable pain. A man whom he would never, ever forgive. And no he would not kill him, he would torture him, until every last cell in his body was burned and the life force was slowly, painfully sucked out of him. HE would make the Jedi feel exactly the pain that had been inflicted on him all those years ago.

Maul. He was vile, and cruel. Ripped from his mothers arms at birth and turned into a weapon of the dark side.

He would stop at nothing to fulfil his purpose. He crossed the stars, reigning terror across the galaxy, looting and plundering in his quest for justice.

His search was unstoppable. He was certain the the Jedi had not perished in the purge. He could feel it. That sickeningly peaceful presence was still lingering somewhere at the edge of the universe.

His hate travelled like a plague.

It could not be stopped.

He, could not be stopped.

Photo Credits: Art by ‘handmade’ (found on Amazon)