Author: Delilah Draken
E-Mail: delilahsdarkness@yahoo.de
Website: www.delilahsdarkness.de.vu
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing(s): n/a
Sequel/Series: n/a
Status: Work In Progress
Started: February 20, 2004 - 12.39 hrs
Finished: n/a
Disclaimer: The stories are mine. All the rest - characters and locations you've heard of in TV shows, movies, books etc - belong to their respective owners. I am just borrowing them.
Summary: What does it mean to be a true Sith? What does it truly mean to follow the path of Darkness? What, if not eternal pain in the shadow of an angel's wing?
Warnings: a bit of violence (nothing too graphic), vampirism, angst - the usual.
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Delilah Draken
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~ Prologue ~
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When all is lost and no rescue is at hand. When all you ever wished, all your heart ever desired is taken away from you. When the time comes to follow your destiny, to walk down the path to destruction, what will you do? What will happen when all is done and nothing remains? What will become of the galaxy when your so called good intentions show their true face and you are confronted with your sins?
What will happen when you die?...
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The answer, my little darkling, is simple. Nothing. Just plain nothing. People will live or die, despite what you did. They will love or hate you and you can't change a thing about it.
So, the real question is, what will you do? What will you decide? Do you want to live and maybe, maybe you will get a second chance? Do you want to die and be a part of your elusive idea of perfect afterlife?
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Or do you want to stay in between? Always walk the shadows? Neither light nor dark?
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I remember the old legends. How they told us that angels were the most beautiful beings in the whole universe. How they warned us to never fall into an angels trap.
I remember my mother once told me that I was an angels gift. How she was so alone and miserable that an angel came from far away and fulfilled her greatest wish. How he gave her something to love and cherish. How the angel gave her me, a tiny helpless bundle with blood red eyes, to protect.
I remember many things. I remember the look in her eyes when she thought me asleep. I remember how she always evaded to answer questions about me. I remember how she wanted me to be free.
"An angel is a restless being." she would say when, tired from a hard days work under my master's command, I would sit down and gaze at the stars for hours.
I remember the day my eyes turned blue. How afraid I was. How she hugged and kissed and always told me that I'm not gonna die. "It's just your way of growing up."
I didn't understand her then.
I remember the Knights' arrival three days later. How they made a frightened little boy trust them. How they talked me into winning a race I never really wanted to win because it was all too easy.
I remember my own angel, my beautiful queen. Her face full of laughter and happiness. That I hurt her, I will never forgive myself.
I remember...
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"I see you're awake again." an all too cheery voice tells me as my eyelids are pried open and bright light fills my vision. My reflexes demand I move my hand and protect my eyes, but I'm not even capable of this simple motion.
Not again.
I hear breathing. Mechanical. Rhythmic. Healthy. And just too painful to think about.
Not again.
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Your decision, darkling. I'm waiting.
"Let me..."
You have to speak a bit louder, darkling. I can't understand you.
"Obi-Wan..."
What is with him? Do you believe he would help you?
"Obi-Wan..."
I'm not a patient man.
"I want to kill him."
That is better, darkling.
"I want my revenge."
So you have decided...
"Father..."
I'm happy to oblige, little darkling. But remember, you won't ever get a second chance to escape.
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