Darkness was his constant friend. Physical darkness, mental darkness, emotional darkness, Forceful Darkness. He detested the Light, always had. The weak ones who prattled on about such useless emotions and concepts as "love" and "hope" only aroused his contempt. Didn't they know that the light always went out, that even if it flickered forlornly back to life, darkness would choke it to death again? That no matter how many battles were fought, the darkness would always win? It was so easy to turn love into fear and hatred, so easy to rip out hope by the roots, dangle it tauntingly above the victim before casting it away forever. Oh no, Darkness was the only true ally. Darkness was the only one that could be trusted. Darkness would always win. Darkness was invincible.
Today's prompt was delivered by the wonderful DarthRuinous, she gave me Palpatine and Hope. Of course Palpatine's warped view wouldn't allow for anything brighter.