First Fanfic, so I already know this is going to suck! R/R or PM me!
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas and Disney, but is I owned it, the GFFA would different, but so much cooler!
He was Darkness. He was Death. Everything he had originally sought to destroy was what he now had immersed himself in.
But it hadn't always been this way. There was a time when he was light. There was time when he was human. There was a time when he wasn't alone. There was a time when he felt pain. There was a time when he cared. There was a time when he loved. There was a time when he was free.
But those times where over.
He was dark, he was a machine, he was alone, he never felt pain, he didn't care, he never loved, and he was a slave.
And it was all his fault.
It was because of him she died. It was because of him the Jedi where extinct. It was because of him Sidious ruled. It was because of him he was enslaved once more. He didn't care. Everything he had had to live for was now destroyed by his hand.
He had been a slave before, but that was a long time ago, when he was a mere boy. This was worse.
Throughout his life there had always been a master he had to obey. First on Tatooine when he was only three, he and his mother had been owned by Gardulla the Hutt. Then Watto, the Toydarian, till he was nine. He had been fretted now by a Jedi, but he still responded to a master.
Obi-Wan.
It was a new kind of slavery, one that was so subtle that you didn't realize until you were too far in. You thought you still had control over your own life. You didn't. It was the same with Sidious. But this was real slavery.
Painful and harsh punishments for failure, ones that would leave him weak for hours. But this slavery he brought upon himself. That is why he never went up against his master. He deserved all of it. That pain made him feel like he was slowly paying retribution for his crimes, till one day he had finally payed back his debt. Then it would be over.
He would first kill his master, and then himself. Fulfill the prophecy as it was meant. Purge the Galaxy of the Darkness he and his master carried within themselves. And then he would go to hell.
For everything he had done, he expected no less than to be put into eternal torture. But he knew he deserved it. But a small part wished he could go to Heaven, if only for a minute, to see his Angel. Padmé and their children. He knew he didn't deserve that kind of Joy. That kind of Happiness. For he had lost everything.
It was his fault. He was Darkness. He was Death. He was Darth Vader, a Sith Lord who felt that he had ruined the Galaxy. And he had. And he deserved every bit of punishment he received.