The Flames of Emotion
A 'Born of Fire, Die of Fire' one-shot
The Sith feed on emotion.
Pain, hunger, thirst. Regret, sadness, anger… especially anger. Anger was delicious. It kept him feed for days. But when it ran out… that was when he unleashed chaos on the galaxy, to get more and more and more.
But when he finally captured Luke… he poisoned him. Love, hope, peace… it poisoned him, choked him, beat him… scared him. A Sith was not scared. A Sith was dominate, a Sith caused fear. A Sith was dark. He was light. It brought a war upon himself, burning him and scorching his soul every day. Tearing him apart.
Dark.
Light.
Dark.
Light.
Dark.
Light.
Dark!
Light!
DARK!
LIGHT!
DAR-
A/N: Make of that what you will.
