Existing within the darkness of the Netherworld of the Force, Abeloth continued to swear vengeance upon the galaxy, and upon the Jedi in particular. She did this because it was all that she could do as she waited. She waited for the time when the galaxy - the galaxy that she had nearly conquered - reached such a crisis point in one of its many inevitable conflicts that it would return her to the mortal realm.
Yes, all of the Jedi who fought against her will have been long dead - and good riddance, she thought - but at least she could destroy the Order that had brought her back to the Netherworld of the Force. And she could take what consolation she could in eliminating whatever remained of Luke Skywalker's bloodline. For now, though, she waited, and she cursed the galaxy - cursed the Jedi! cursed Luke Skywalker! - for putting her here.
Yet, even as she thought about him - about Luke - a sense of melancholy and grief intermingled with the venom and hatred that Abeloth held toward him. She knew why this was; for a time, after first meeting Skywalker, one of Abeloth's many hosts was a woman named Callista Ming, and she loved Skywalker deeply. It was that love that allowed Abeloth to care for him, just as Callista had. But it had been taken when Skywalker used the Force to rip Callista's spirit away from Abeloth's being, and in its place was an aching hole that Abeloth could not fill even with the wrath she held for Skywalker.
So, just as she was trapped here in the Netherworld, impotent with fury and rage, she was trapped between the hatred that she felt for Skywalker and his Jedi and the memories that were all that remained of her and Callista's shared love for Luke.
In the realm of the Netherworld of the Force, time held virtually no sway. Abeloth had no idea how long it had been since she was defeated, nor did she really care; she only cared how long it would be before she could reemerge. But, unbeknownst to even an unfathomable, immortal being such as she, it had been only a mere two years after her defeat at the hands of Luke Skywalker and his Jedi Order when the darkness of the Netherworld was broken up before her.
The darkness broke up before her in a flash of golden light. And then, floating there in the eternal nothingness, there was an amorphous blob covered in gold armored scales that shined even without a separate light source; in between those scales was a mass of scarlet flesh that pulsated.
And upon looking at it, Abeloth knew that she was in love.
"Who are you?" the gold-scaled being asked, its - his, Abeloth identified - voice conveying fear and uncertainty.
"Who are you?" Abeloth asked, her tone light, fluttery, and loving.
"You answer me first," the gold-scaled being said. His tone was more curious than demanding. "I have asked first."
Abeloth giggled. She found this being's simplicity in communicating quite charming.
"What is so funny?" the gold-scaled being inquired, his tone more questioning.
"Nothing of any importance," Abeloth replied with a wave of one of her tentacles as she calmed herself. "I am Abeloth."
"I am Waru," the gold-scaled being identified himself. "Now why are you here, Abeloth?"
Abeloth tilted her head in askance as she looked back at Waru; now she felt slightly irritated that Waru did not say, "It was nice to meet you," or anything to that effect.
Still, she thought, at least he was being straightforward and honest. And for that much, she was willing to put up with mild rudeness, especially for having someone as fascinating and... beautiful, as there was no other word to describe Waru, occupying the Netherworld of the Force with her.
So she answered his question in the most proper way possible. "I was banished here by Luke Skywalker and the forces of his Jedi Order." Her tone carried an undercurrent of the hatred that she still bore against her triumphant enemies.
"Skywalker..." Waru's voice trailed off, as if in remembrance.
"Did you know him?" Abeloth asked.
"I did," Waru answered. "I almost had him when I had occupied the galaxy in which he lived; I sought him as the key to bringing me back home."
"What happened?" Abeloth asked.
"He was taken from me," Waru said, "and I substituted another in his stead, the one who promised me the grandson of Darth Vader."
"Why have you left home, Waru?"
"I didn't leave. I was forced out by my fellows from my home."
"Why did they force you out?"
"My time in the galaxy that Skywalker occupied," Waru explained, "left me with a desire that I had developed. It came when I absorbed the sacrifices that Hethrir - the one who promised me Darth Vader's grandson - brought me, as well as some of the volunteers who willingly gave themselves to me. This desire became a hunger when I returned home, and I began satiating it as I began feeding on the life energies of my fellows. They stopped me, and for my murders, I was banished here."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, Waru," Abeloth said. She truly felt sorry for him; it wasn't an emotion that she normally held for anyone but herself.
But for Waru, because of the instant love that she held for him, she truly did feel sorry for him.
"And I am sorry to hear that you had been banished by Skywalker and his Jedi," Waru returned. Whatever could be called a heart in Abeloth warmed when he said that; he must like me, too! Abeloth thought ecstatically.
"Were you brought here because you had been absorbing others of your kind, too, Abeloth?" Waru asked.
"Not others of my kind," Abeloth admitted, "but others of Skywalker's kind."
"I see," Waru said. "Do you wish vengeance on Skywalker, Abeloth?"
"More than anything," Abeloth growled.
"Then," Waru said, "while I am incapable of ever returning home for all that I've done to my people, I believe that, with your power - the power that I sense within you - you and I could return to Skywalker's galaxy. There, as you attain your vengeance, I may find myself a new home, away from the destitution of this place."
Abeloth smiled both in maliciousness and in glee; on the one hand, her return to the galaxy from which she had tried to destroy but had been stopped from doing so would be oh, so sweet. On the other hand, she would get to mix her powers with Waru's! It would be such a great experience to intermingle with this being in any way! she thought.
"I see that you agree," Waru said. "Join me then and allow our powers to intertwine, and we may escape this desolate place."
Then Waru began using a scarlet ichor from between his gold scales, and the ichor began floating freely toward Abeloth.
In turn, Abeloth raised her tentacles and squirted out a thick, red ichor that misted its way toward Waru's stream.
Even in the timelessness of the Netherworld of the Force, it didn't take long before the two ichor mixed, and they each flamed into ruby-red radiance. In response, the mixed ichor caused both Abeloth and Waru to spasm as their powers meshed.
Just as Abeloth thought, the intermingling of their powers was a joyous experience that erupted her being into pure pleasure. And the pleasure became purer, and more joyous to the point that there ceased to be words in any language that was suitable to describe the ecstasy in which both Abeloth and Waru found themselves in.
The entire encounter, which felt as if it lasted for an eternity, finally climaxed as the mixture of the two ichor exploded in a mixture of gold and grey.
And when that gold-and-grey flash dissipated, Abeloth and Waru found themselves out of the emptiness of the Netherworld of the Force and on a dark, swampy world that was tinged with the power of the dark side of the Force. Time and space had meaning in Abeloth and Waru's reality again, and as such, they stood only meters apart from each other.
Not the most romantic place to return to, Abeloth thought. But at least we are free.
"I don't like this world, Abeloth," Waru said, as if reflecting her thoughts. "I want to go to a better one."
"As a matter of fact, so do I," Abeloth replied. "And I have a suggestion: Coruscant."
"How will we get there?" Waru asked. "And how do you know that I'll like it, Abeloth?"
Abeloth chuckled. "If you don't like it, there are countless other worlds we can go. But it's there that I may at least begin my revenge. As for how we'll get there..." She closed her eyes; she could already feel the presences of all the other living Jedi in the galaxy who felt her presence return, and the fear that came with it. "Oh, we will have our way, Waru."