"I never planned on killing you," Darth Maul's voice boomed off the glass walls of the Mandalorian throne room. "But I will make you share my pain."
And before Obi-Wan could even move, Maul threw Satine's body forward – right into the path of that dreaded darksaber. It speared her through. Satine let out a pained gasp as she fell to the floor like a lead weight, her legs no longer able to catch her. She landed on her back, her hand reflexively grasping her stomach. As she pulled it away, Obi-Wan could see her palm was covered in red. The spot where the saber pierced her grew larger by the second, staining her once pristine blue gown a grotesque shade of purple.
"Satine!"
He finally wrenched himself free from the guards holding him and rushed over to her side.
"No...no, no, no, no," he cried, embracing the only woman he'd ever loved. "S-Satine, p-please, stay w-with me."
With one hand, he lifted her head and cradled it into the crook of his elbow. With the other, he pressed her stomach, trying to stem some of the bleeding. Small, hot spurts of blood escaped through the spaces between his fingers. It was of no use. She let out a gurgle and, then, coughed up a mouthful of blood. He took the edge of his sleeve and wiped her mouth clean.
He looked down into the fading blue eyes he fell in love with as a teenager all those years ago, the same ones he stared into the last time they made love. Tears welled up in them, mirroring his own.
"Satine..."
"Obi..."
"Shh. You're-you're going to be all right."
She reached an ice-cold hand up to his face, caressing the wiry auburn beard she'd told him she hated. He took her hand, curling his fingers around hers.
"Remember, my dear Obi-Wan," she whispered through gasping breaths. "I've always loved you."
Her bluish lips curled into a small, sad smile as a single tear escaped her eye.
"I always will."
With that, she took a final, strained breath and Obi-Wan felt her life-force leave her body. She slumped, her petite body becoming dead weight in his arms.
"S-Satine, p-please," he sobbed. "D-don't do t-this. I-I can't lose you."
But she was already gone.
This time, the only thing bouncing off the throne room walls was the sound of Obi-Wan's anguished cries mixed with Maul's laughter.
In that moment, he couldn't even muster the strength to stand, let alone fight Maul's guards as they each took an arm and dragged him to a waiting jail cell. The last thing he saw was Maul sitting in what was once Satine's throne, with her freshly-dead body lying in a dark red puddle in the middle of the throne room.
"Leave her. Let her rot there," Maul laughed, intentionally loud enough for Obi-Wan to hear.