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The Dark Lord of the Sith usually sat on his throne in the Dark Council chambers, especially when waiting for someone whom he had invited. Yet today was a very special occasion. It was a long time coming to be sure. So he found himself standing and wearing the appearance of Wake Olpierr. He would cast that aside later, when the time was right. He crossed his arms casually behind his back, letting out a clipped laugh when his friend made a remark of his own.
His friend, being the Emperor; Darth Malon.
Darth Cain had been a mentor to the Emperor, a friend, a student in his own right, a brother of sorts and a religious advisor. They were allies in ways that many sith could not even begin to fathom. Yet he had been cautious in revealing the true extent of his own corruption to his friend. The time to hide, however, had long since passed, and he had promised Malon that today he would see the extent of which the Dark Side had changed him over these past five years.
"...but then I said, 'Why bother, just set it ablaze.'" He laughed, delivering the punchline of his story.
There was a tremor in the force, Cain relaxed a bit, letting the youthful and powerful presence wash over him.
"Shere Cann has arrived." Cain muttered, running his fingers back through his hair and giving Malon a sideways look. "You are certain he is ready for this? The baptism ritual could kill him if he wavers." He was not questioning the strength of Malon's apprentice, or Malon's ability to teach. He was more concerned about the premature death of such a promising young Sith. It would be a terrible shame.
His friend, being the Emperor; Darth Malon.
Darth Cain had been a mentor to the Emperor, a friend, a student in his own right, a brother of sorts and a religious advisor. They were allies in ways that many sith could not even begin to fathom. Yet he had been cautious in revealing the true extent of his own corruption to his friend. The time to hide, however, had long since passed, and he had promised Malon that today he would see the extent of which the Dark Side had changed him over these past five years.
"...but then I said, 'Why bother, just set it ablaze.'" He laughed, delivering the punchline of his story.
There was a tremor in the force, Cain relaxed a bit, letting the youthful and powerful presence wash over him.
"Shere Cann has arrived." Cain muttered, running his fingers back through his hair and giving Malon a sideways look. "You are certain he is ready for this? The baptism ritual could kill him if he wavers." He was not questioning the strength of Malon's apprentice, or Malon's ability to teach. He was more concerned about the premature death of such a promising young Sith. It would be a terrible shame.
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