The Father was leant over Daughter's still form. Her glow was faded drastically, her right shoulder was darkened with what appeared to be an infection. It wreaked of Dark Side and torture. Anakin cringed in sympathy.

"What is it that you want?" The Father asked, not once lifting his gaze from his daughter. His voice held no power behind it this time. He sounded sad.

Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan, who caught the signal and stepped forward to speak.

"We apologize for disturbing you," Obi-Wan began, "But we seem to have misplaced one in our group. Luke. We cannot find him anywhere."

The Father frowned and looked up sharply. "It is great fortress. Anyone can get lost."

"We understand that." Obi-Wan agreed. "But Ben, Luke's son, cannot sense him. We fear the worst."

At this the Father slowly rose to his feet. He closed his dark eyes in concentration for a moment. "My son is not here." He mused.

"What?" Ben exclaimed.

The Father sighed. "My son is the personification of the Dark Side. There is but one being who he has a sincere love for." Father looked to Daughter's prone figure. "He could do very reckless things to avenge her."

Anakin frowned. "Are you saying he took Luke? Why?"

"No doubt he believes Luke is in allegiance with Abeloth." The Father stated. "His tower resides in the dark lands. I do not know if it has survived the quakes. But if he did indeed take your friend they would be there." The Father then frowned. "Where is the dagger?"

The four Jedi shared a look. No one had the dagger on them. And upon further investigation it was not in their rooms.

"Then it is settled." The Father said when the Jedi told him of the missing weapon. "You must go to his tower and retrieve the dagger."

"Won't you come with us?" Ben asked.

The Father shook his head. "My daughter needs me. She cannot fight Abeloth's power alone. Go where the Dark Side leads you. Do not look to face him, only to retrieve your friend and most importantly the dagger."

~~~

It was dark here. And cold. But Luke had known worse. He took a deep breath and waited for his eyes to adjust. He did not remember anything that happened after Son's disappointment towards Luke's refusal to go along with his plan. A stupid, spur of the moment plan. Luke patted himself down. He had his lightsaber, but the dagger was gone. Had the Son left with the dagger? Had he gone to face Abeloth himself? Luke got to his feet. There was a sluggish fog settling over his mind. Luke shook his head and stumbled over something hard. He tried to catch himself but a sharp, metallic object sliced across his palm. Luke cringed and pulled back, settling on his knees.

A faint, echoing laugh filled the atmosphere. Luke tensed. "This is a waste of time." He called out, refusing to be intimidated. The laughter only continued. Luke got to his feet and tore off a piece of his tunic to wrap his hand. "I'm not afraid of you. What's your game?"

"It's Abeloth's game." The Son seethed.

Luke spun around, catching sight of the Son's silhouette just before it vanished in darkness.

"I'm surviving it. You will help me, one way or another."

Luke frowned and took a shifted on his feet. "You're making a mistake. We can talk, we can work this out."

Suddenly the darkness was illuminated by faint red light, revealing the structure Luke was trapped in to be what must have been a great throne room. The darkly colored walls had crumbled under the arching ceiling, rubble littered the area and a throne at the head of the ruined hall had been partially crushed and covered in shattered glass from the stained window. Luke bit his lip and instinctively took hold of his lightsaber. "Just take me back." Luke requested, forcing his voice to remain calm. "We'll find a way to save your sister and stop Abeloth."

"Pretty words come from a liar's mouth." The Son replied.

Suddenly the Force shifted. Luke turned and his lightsaber sprang to life just in time to block the Son, who was wielding the Mortis dagger against him. Luke pushed him away and moved to slightly more even ground. "This isn't solving anything!" Luke said.

"On the contrary," The Son stalked forward and sliced at Luke again, "This is exactly what I want."

Luke blocked the slice and countered for the Son's arm. But he was fast too, foreseeing and moving away from Luke's counter. They traded another series of fierce blows, moving across the recent ruins. Luke struggled to keep his footing, never mind the effort it took to keep up with Son's speed. The green lightsaber spat several sparks every time it touched the dagger, lighting up the dark atmosphere. Luke again danced away from the Son, who was growing angry. With a lift of his hand Luke drew up several shards of glass from the shattered window, hurling them at the Son. Though this attack was not fatal to the god it did distract him. Glass struck into the Son's arms that he used to shield his face, the rest buried into his chest. Luke raced forward while he was still distracted and sliced down on the Son's chest. But before his strike could be followed through the Son reached out and grabbed Luke's arm. With the dagger he instantly sliced through the skin of Luke's forearm.

Luke had known the pain of a lightsaber. His father had taught it to him well. But the dagger, a weapon meant to kill entities of the Force, was very different. Luke could smell flesh burning. He could feel it sizzling. Yet it also felt cold. Colder than the blizzard on Hoth. Then his arm was on fire. Luke dropped his lightsaber, his every sense was suddenly overrun with a terrible pain he could not fathom. He was screaming, but even that was something Luke was not entirely aware of. Mortis was gone. His friends did not exist. The Force was nothing. There was only this cold, burning, sizzling, stabbing pain that creep up his arm and spread through rest of his body.

~~~

The Son chuckled to himself as he watched the Jedi become consumed. It had been a very long time since Son had ever had the chance to torture something. To watch the Jedi writhing, convulsing and wailing at his feet was incredibly gratifying. He breathed it in, savored the absolute agony in this self righteous creature. The wound across the Jedi's arm ate away at his mortal flesh, biting into the muscle and bone. Son could not believe he had not thought of what the dagger could do to ordinary beings. The Jedi's screaming was subsiding after several minutes of enduring the slow decay of his arm. He just lay there, trembling and twitching with a blank stare. The Son sighed. That was not as fun to watch. He knelt by his little captive, grabbing the long hair and giving him a shake. The Jedi cried out helplessly, further pleasing the Son's sadistic needs. He yanked the Jedi up by his hair, twisting his neck and placing the dagger to greying skin.

"Just imagine what I'm going to do to the rest of your friends." The Son laughed softly as the Jedi's wide blue eyes stared back at him. "Maybe I'll find a way to prolong this suffering on them. Especially that obnoxious brat of yours."

The Jedi seemed to break out of the dagger's throes just long enough to give the Son his most hateful gaze for daring to threaten his insignificant offspring. The Son snorted and pressed the edge of the dagger into the Jedi's skin.

There he went again, screaming til his voice cracked, his body shaking grotesquely until the decay reached into his throat. The Jedi was not long for this world now. The Son was becoming bored of his tormenting and ignored the dying Jedi. Where was Abeloth? He had thought she would come to claim her pawn. "Where are you." He growled.

The Dark Side suddenly grew greater in depth and power. The Son froze, clenching the dagger tight as he spun around.

A monster hovered over Luke. A pale grey creature with tentacles for hands and a long mouth filled with teeth. Her big black eyes glared the Son down as she scooped up the Jedi in her inhuman arms and cradled him to her horrendous body.

Abeloth sneered at him. "Did I not teach you better?" She asked, her voice a mocking imitation of a scolding mother.

The Son poised the dagger in his grasp. "My sister is dying. Without Light by my side I am consumed by Darkness." He said angrily.

To this Abeloth nodded. "This I know and understand." She tilted her head towards him. "But you cannot interfere with my plans a second time."

Suddenly the Force wrapped itself around Son's throat. He choked in surprise as he was lifted into the air. The dagger was ripped from his grasp and the tip pressed against his chest. The Son struggled, but it was useless. He had overestimated his chances alone against Abeloth. Without a second thought the dagger was plunged into his chest. The Son of Mortis was no more.