Disclaimer: Star Wars and all of its awesomeness does not belong to me.

A/N: I'm more of a 'Star Wars games' fan actually than of the movies themselves, although I do like Episode 3...


No matter where he looked...

No matter how far he ran...

Everything...

Everywhere...

That face was always staring right back at him...

That horrible, horrible face...

With blood pouring from its empty eye sockets...

A large toothless grin spread out on its leathery face...

Long flaming tendrils of flesh served it as hair...

It was the face of true darkness.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" he snapped, beads of sweat rolling down his face...

The face only grew wider and large, more deformed...

He screamed and lashed out in hopes to dispell the horrid visions, but to no avail...

Long thin fingers started to poke out the face's skin and beckoned him to join them...

He tried to reach for his lightsaber, but it was gone...he was defenseless...

He could feel his power, his Force, growing weaker and weaker...

Like it was being drained out of him by the face's meer presence...

"DOES IT HURT?" hissed the face in a mocking tone...

He cursed aloud and threw out his hand in an attempt to blast the creature away, but his Force was completely gone as well...all of it, gone...

He wanted power...he wanted more...he wanted it back...but now he was all but dead

"DO YOU WANT YOUR FORCE? CAN YOU REALLY KEEP IT WITHOUT LOSING IT?" screeching the warped face...

He nodded, his body growing weak...he could barely keep steady...

Then...the darkness swallowed him...

...And he saw it. In a burst of light, he saw the true form of the universe...the true Force that binded everything...

It was all his for the taking. But, as soon as he had seen it, it vanished from him...the Force he so desired had slipped out of his hands...

He cried out in rage, demanding he got what he so rightfully deserved...

Laughing at him, the twisted face promised to give him one chance to obtain that true universal Force...

...the only thing he had to do was absorb all of the other Force that existed...and make it his own...

He gladly accepted those conditions...


When he opened his eyes, the light nearly blinded him. Sitting up, he realized he was covered in a wet red liquid...blood. The floor was strewn with the corpses, all of them violently mutilated. A lightsaber hilt was grasped tightly in his right hand.

He then remembered that he had only lost consciousness; that that horrid nightmare had been nothing but a fabrication in his mind.

'...It seemed so real...'

Smirking, he picked himself up off the ground and activated his lightsaber; he stared deeply into its bright crimson-red glow. He could feel himself be drawn into it, like something was calling him. However, he wasn't about to let himself fall into temptation...yet.

After all, unbeknowest to him, he was going to be the man called the 'Lord of Hunger'...