The fiery surface of Mustafar burned brightly, a hungry inferno that consumed whatever it touched.
Its flames recently ensnared another victim, one who's anger rivaled the heat of the planet's fire. Anakin Skywalker, fallen Jedi Knight and now Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Vader, desperately crawled himself out of the burning abyss as the flames of the planet ate him alive, searing flesh and softening bone.
The pain was unbearable to any other mortal, but to the Chosen One it was a burden that compared to what he experienced earlier was absolutely nothing. His defeat at the hands of his formed friend turned traitor Obi-wan Kenobi, who dismembered him with the elegance of his swordsmanship, left him for dead on this hellish landscape.
The pain of betrayal fueled Anakin Skywalker's hatred. He would rather be devoured a thousand times over by the Hell that is Mustafar then hearing Kenobi proclaim any form of love towards him. He envisioned himself grabbing Kenobis throat, ripping the Jedis tongue out with his teeth.
While the flames that licked Skywalker's body began to subside, his hateful passions were merely at its beginning. He could imagine himself slaughtering the traitorous Jedi, beheading his former colleagues with nothing but dark glee filling his soul. The images of him leading an Empire across the stars began to fill his visions. Star systems fell under his rule, he as the enforcer who brought justice to all under his regime. Most of all, this campaign, this holy crusade, would all be for the one who not only believed in him from the beginning, but allowed him to be reborn.
Palpatine.
A stirring in his groin began to come about as he envisioned himself bowing to the man, servicing the christened Emperor to all his whims and desires. Heat began to rush throughout Skywalker's body, this time emerging from the internal rather than the external. This new, pleasant sensation, mixed with his hatred and visions of grandeur, opened up new reserves of Force energy that began to soothe away the pain that befell on him, physical and spiritual.
Anakins member began to rise to attention, a tent forming in his trousers. The Sith Lord's perception of reality and dreams were hazy at best, not having any real sense of what was going on. Nevertheless he at least knew one thing. Lust was taking over him, and he needed to find a way to get himself off, his current health coming second to his most immediate desires.
His mechanical hand began to rub his erect genitalia, but he could not find the strength to properly pleasure himself as he was nearly drained from his ferocious duel of fates with Kenobi. His hand slumped back to the ground as his once everlasting rage that sustained him began to wane out from existence as well as his life.
"D-damn you, Obi-wan..."
Towards the center of the Galaxy was Coruscant, the gleaming jewel of Galactic civilization. At its heart was the new Galactic Emperor Palpatine, who himself recently went through a ferocious Duel with the centuries old Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Yoda. He was relishing at his opponents defeat, when suddenly a pang of anguish flooded him.
"Skywalker...Anakin."