Okay, in this, my OC, Princess Andromeda, goes head-to-head with the Inquisitor. Refusing to lose, she lets her true nature rise to the surface.
"I... am A Nightmare."
Andromeda glared at her old rival. Since the day they met, Andromeda had hated the Pau'un known as the Inquisitor. His cruel, analytical mind made her sick, and she wanted nothing more than to laugh at him as she watched him die. He was a formidable opponent, however. He'd trained under Darth Vader. Ah, but then, so had she.
And she had another strength that he lacked. Every shadow was her ally. Darkness, itself, was her best friend. no one understood the Dark Side better than she did. "Inquisitor, I charge you with the crime of treason to the crown," she said coldly, her dark blue hair waving around her. "And the punishment for such betrayal... instantaneous death."
The Inquisitor glared at her. "You think you can defeat me?" he asked, igniting the blades of his lightsaber. "I dare you to try, Vader's Pet."
"I am no one's pet," the princess said, her voice devoid of all emotion. "I am Empress Andromeda of the Dream Realm. I am a succubus, a demon of pleasure, but I am also a creature of great cruelty and destruction. You are but a mortal. And in threatening me, you have committed treason, and must die."
"I dare you to try, because I refuse to go without a fight." the Pau'un stated.
"Bring it on."
*.*
Andromeda was thrown to the grownd like a rag doll. Her long blue hair was a mess, and she was panting like she was having a bad dream. "What a waste." the Inquisitor said, turning away.
Suddenly laughter filled the room. It was cold, humorless, mocking. "You think you have found an ally in darkness, Fl'yndre of the Pau'un?" Andromeda asked as she rose to her feet again. "Do you comprehend the powers you were gifted with? The same powers I was born into?" She faced him fearlessly, her blue irises glowing eerily, darkness radiating from her body. Her voice had taken on a demonic quality. "Where do you think the shadows go to escape the precious light?" The darkness swirled around her right hand, taking the shape of a long, black scythe with a six-foot blade. "Just who do you think stands against them?" she asked as she approached with the ominous weapon of Death. "What you possess is only a mere fraction of their might. The same might I stand unkneeling against each and every night."
"Stay away from me!" the Inquisitor commanded, hurling his spinning lightsaber at her. But the shadows issued forth and snuffed out the blades - permanently.
"You are nothing compared to them," Andromeda said in that sinister voice. "You are nothing compared to me!"
In an instant she had pinned him to the wall, the blade of the shadow-scythe pressing painfully against his throat. Andromeda glared at him, her body almost hidden by the shadows that cascaded off her like smoke. "You claim to know fear? I will show you true terror!" she roared.
The Inquisitor was cowed by her sudden aggression. Was this the true power of the Dark Side, or the ability of a demon, alone? "What... are you?" he asked fearfully.
Andromeda's laugh was cruel. A laugh of death. "I... am a Nightmare." Saying those words, she dealt the final blow.