LAST SPARK

and as he saw what he had done, his last spark of hope was snuffed out, leaving only death and darkness in its wake

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Chapter I

He had sensed something was off since he had first stepped on the second Death Star, but he'd shoved his suspicions away, for there was a mission at hand.

He would kill and destroy the man who had murdered his father, as well as the ruthless Emperor.

Luke was lead through the halls by Vader, to the Throne Room. To meet the Emperor. Luke grinned inwardly. The Alliance's plan was working. The fleet would be out of hyperspace any minute now, and then the Death Star would be destroyed, by which point Luke would already be at the rendezvous.

Coming back to the present, he looked ahead, just as the Emperor himself came into view.

Well he wouldn't be Emperor much longer, Luke thought. The Republic would be rebuilt and the Senate reinstated. The galaxy would go back to the great and prosperous place it had been before the Empire, before even the Clone Wars themselves. Luke would rebuild the Jedi order.

"Well, well, well," the Emperor cackled gleefully. His plan was going to work. The boy did not know of his heritage and was still under the illusion that the foolish Jedi Master Kenobi had put him under. "Go ahead, Vader, kill him. You know what we do to members of the Rebel Alliance."

Palpatine knew Vader wouldn't kill Luke. He was far too weak for that, and Luke was fuelled by his anger, becoming weak minded and able to be easily manipulated just like his father.

Luke took out his lightsaber. His father's lightsaber. This is for you, father. The blue blade glowed to life. Vader took out his own blade, but slower. He began on the offence, springing at Luke with a surprising amount of agility.

Luke was not wavered. He slowly overpowered Vader, his anger fuelling his power. This was the man who had killed his father, who had betrayed and then murdered him. Soon Luke's defence became an aggressive offence, his face stone and his eyes burning with hate for the man he was fighting.

Vader looked into his son's eyes, and saw hate. Hate and power that actually rivalled his own. It was directed at him, and almost too much to bear. He continued on the defence, knowing that if he killed his son, he would kill himself for it.

Yes, he had been a heartless monster for two decades, but after the discovery of his son, something had changed. He felt himself slipping backwards towards the Light. The funny thing was, he didn't even make a move to stop himself. He knew that Palpatine had lied to him about his wife's death, and that gave him anger. But he couldn't use that anger on his son. No, he would use it on Palpatine. Later.

He blocked a fatal strike from his son with his lightsaber. For the first time, he felt his mind come undone. He felt the spirit of Anakin destroying Vader in his mind.

And as Anakin returned, he felt himself drawing from the Light.

From the love he had for his son. From the love he had for Padmé, for Obi-Wan. And even though it was Obi-Wan who put him in the suit in the first place, and even though he'd later killed his former Master, Anakin knew he still loved him.

That man was a brother to him for years, and no matter what happened to their relationship when Anakin was Vader, Anakin's feelings for his brother remained unchanged.

He continued his defence.

Luke leaped back, away from Anakin's reach. The boy reached out with the Force and grabbed Anakin's red lightsaber from his hands. He held the two lightsabers and looked upon the man in the mask. He jumped, hoping to kill Vader in one swift move, but Anakin was expecting his move. Mimicking his son, Anakin reached out with the Force and his lightsaber was torn out of Luke's hands. Only when he held the blade, he realized that it was his blue blade, the blade that Obi-Wan had taken from him on Mustafar.

Seeing this, Luke's vision turned red. He feinted with his blade towards the man's leg, and just as Anakin reached out to block it, Luke's blade went for its true destination.

Anakin's chest. Unprotected. The red lightsaber tore through the armour and struck home.

As if in slow motion, Anakin fell, the shock only registering when he his the cold, hard, ground.

Struggling to breathe, he looked to the Light, welcoming him home. He had done what no Jedi had done before, he'd returned from the Dark Side. The Chosen One. Ani… You are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you… No matter where you are, my love will be with you. Now be brave, and don't look back…

With one final breath, Anakin whispered his final word.

"Son."

And Anakin Skywalker was no more.

Meanwhile Luke stood over his kill looking down at the man who'd killed his father. But something was wrong. So, completely, terribly wrong. His blood was pounding in his ears, the Force was screaming, screeching in his head.

Above young Skywalker's turmoil, the Emperor cackled gleefully.

"Rise, Luke Skywalker," he said. The boy rose, bringing an eery smile to the Emperor's face.

"What do you know of your father, Skywalker?"

"Only that you and Vader murdered him," Luke spat, his anger erupting again as he charged at the Emperor. The evil man himself just smiled and shot lighting at Luke. The younger man was thrown back against Vader's body. The Force Lighting felt like a stab in the gut. Trying to rise, he fell back.

"Oh no, Skywalker," the Emperor grinned. "Your father wasn't killed by Vader. In fact, he was killed long after we had lost interest in him. For you see, young Skywalker, what that foolish Jedi told you was true from a certain point of view."

Luke raised his head sharply, or at least tried to.

"How— How do you know.. Ben?" He stuttered.

"Oh, I know all about that particular Jedi, and his mind tricks," the Emperor said. "For on the night the Empire was born, Anakin Skywalker had indeed died, in his own mind. Then he was replaced, with Vader."

Palpatine's words took a moment to register in Luke's head and then they hit him like a stab in the back. He looked to Vader in horror and then it all fell into place. Vader's hesitancy to kill him, the Force screaming in his head, the way Vader had summoned the blue lightsaber. For it was his, from when he was a Jedi, part of the Light. And then Luke realized. He'd brought his father back from the Dark.

And then he'd killed him.

He'd killed him.

Palpatine's laugh was cut short as he found a blood red lightsaber in his chest. The boy had stood up and stabbed him. He looked into the youth's eyes and felt real fear seep into his being. Then he was decapitated.

Luke staggered back.

He'd killed him.

His own father was dead, at his hand.

Luke fell to his knees beside his father's fallen body and screamed.

He screamed and sobbed. His tears built up and fell. His throat closed up and his voice became raw and ran out. Luke fell onto his father's body and wept. He shook, and the Force shook the rest of the room as well. He heard an explosion outside.

As if detached from his body, Luke's limbs moved of their own accord. They picked up Anakin's limp form and dragged it through the wreckage to the hangar. Luke's tears had dried out when they reached the shuttle. he dragged his father up the ramp and secured his body to a bunk before going to the pilot's chair. He started the ship, his face stoic, set in stone. They made it out just as the Death Star exploded in a ball of brilliant light. Luke flew towards Endor.

His soul was ripped to shreds.

Leia knew something was wrong when she finally noticed Luke making his way into the clearing.

His face was sunken and his eyes were dark. He had a lightsaber in his hands but Leia noticed it wasn't his. It was Vader's. Luke's own weapon was nowhere to be seen. He locked eyes with Leia, and then Leia saw the Darkness. Luke's self-hate.

What could have possibly happened?

Han, noticing Luke, ran over and reached to give his friend a hug. Before he could get within a foot of the young man, he was pushed back with the Force. Han looked to his friend in confusion and then noticed Luke's eyes.

"Luke what's wrong?" Han asked. "Come on, the Empire's crumbling, it's a time to celebrate!"

He tried to approach Luke again but Luke shot him an icy glare.

"The Empire is far from dead, Solo," Luke said coldly, unlike the Luke they'd known.

"What'd you mean, Luke?" Han said slowly.

"I am the Emperor now," he replied. Leia was confused.

"Luke, if Palpatine is dead, then Vader would be Emperor, and if Vader is dead, then no one would be Emperor. Vader didn't have an heir, Luke."

Luke smiled coldly.

"About that you are wrong, Leia Organa," he stated. "I am the son of Darth Vader. I saved him from himself and he returned to being the Jedi Anakin Skywalker. And then I killed him. I killed my own father. He didn't want to kill me, he didn't want to fight. I'm a worse monster than Vader ever was. And now, the Empire is mine."

Mon Mothma was down on Endor, enjoying the celebrations, when the disturbance started. It came from the bonfire of Solo and Organa. There was shouting, sobbing, and the sound of a lightsaber.

Mothma and the other Alliance leaders quickly made their way down to the scene but then stopped at the sight in front of them. In fact, everybody had stopped, including the Ewoks and even the droids.

For what greeted Mothma was a sight not even her worst nightmares could produce.

Luke Skywalker stood in the centre of the clearing, a red lightsaber glowing at his side. Leia, Han, Lando, and Chewie were all restrained by invisible bonds.

"You are all under arrest for treason against the Empire, and will be tried as members of the Rebel Alliance."

"On who's orders?" Yelled out Admiral Ackbar.

"On the Emperor's," said Luke icily, an evil grin adorning his once-kind features. "On mine."

A/N

This is my first story on here, but I have written fanfiction before, so I know how it works. Anyway, please rate and review. The next chapter should be up soon :)