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Mustafar
0421 local time

TIME did not feel real on Mustafar. Time did not feel real in most worlds where the Dark side coursed freely, where it was most powerful. It was on planets that served as nexuses for the dark side, places of pure, raw emotion that will drag the worst out of you and throw it back inside even worse. They consumed people, but they also opened one's mind to so much knowledge and power. It was a toxic and hypnotic vicious circle that he had, reluctantly, stepped into. He knew that. He knew the risks. But this had to be done.

He had no one in the Galaxy besides a family that, though he loved, only saw a few times a year. He had no friends or love interests. He was basically alone in the Galaxy, and in that loneliness festered a tiny but malicious pattern that was slowly molding and growing. It would grow until it overwhelmed him but the power would flow freely. That was supposed to be consolation. But such was the nature of the dark side. He was essentially signing a contract with the devil. Rather focus on the negatives, he supposed he may as well consider another reality: that he will grow much more powerful and could, at least, find some solace on the tall rock he would then sit atop like a shamanic vulture.

And yet, today was the day that he would take a deeper dive into the dark side, a day that was very likely to mark yet another success in a sea of other victories of the dark side corruption. He was losing himself, but innocence and morality were buried so deep within his subconscious that what he was doing was just the logical next step. Because it was good for him. Because he was alone in the Galaxy, but power would protect him. Damn whatever damage power did as it made him rot from the core. He'd be free to rot without being bothered.

Thoughts in his head, bouncing off the walls of his brain constantly and never-ending, all day. He was especially contemplative on worlds like this. He was going to leave for Dathomir soon, which was yet another in a list of locations that he could look forward to--particularly the dark side ones.

Cinere walked down the halls of the in-construction Fortress Vader, workers nodding to him and greeting him. He had rein here, was the closest thing to someone in charge. His leadership of the operation had ensured that. And considering his relation with the Empress, he doubted anyone on the higher chain of command would mind. And if they did, they could come down and tell him to his face.

He strode down into the all-too-familiar staircase, and made his way into the bowels of the Fortress, down into the chamber of pure power that Darth Vader had used to travel through time from, allegedly. This was the place Cinere had fought for, the place that had tried to shred his sanity but failed. His mastery over it was symbolic. The Empire would not take that away from him, surely.

The dark side coiled around him, almost even welcoming him. He leaned into its touch, his very being caressed by the power flowing around. Cinere stopped as he reached the center, where the mysterious rocks were. The runes glowed a faint red at his arrival, and a thin mist swirled at his feet, growing bigger slowly.

"You are back," a voice at the back of his neck. Cinere whirled around, and there it was--the humanoid shape covered in shadows, with two burning red eyes. It was even more unnerving up close, where all the eldritch details popped out. It was almost as if it was protecting those far away from seeing its true form. Cinere almost recoiled but then realized he held mastery over the being, and instead blinked. "And there is something of deep evil with you."

"Yes." He nodded and opened the satchel he was carrying with him. Almost instantly, the lights trembled in the cavern, a slight tumor rolling over them. The darkness pulsed even stronger. And in his hands--

A mask. Deep blue, with two circular eyeholes and a few ornament lines. Nothing too shabby. Yet, it was an object of pure, genuine evil. It held the captured essence of Darth Momin, an ancient Sith Lord who had tried but failed to kill Darth Vader. The same Sith Lord who designed Fortress Vader, possessing an Imperial agent and then drawing everything up in mere minutes. Cinere held his mask in his hands, and the realization made the hairs on the back of his neck tinge up with excitement.

"Ah, you have brought a visitor," the entity noted, swirling around to look at the mask up close. It reached out and touched it, and the mask's eyes suddenly burst into a bright red light for the first time since Cinere had found it.

"At last, I awake again," it declared in a voice that bounced around the walls of the Sith's skull. "Identify yourself! Who dares wake me from my eternal slumber?"

Oh, he was that kind of Sith Lord. Cinere cringed inwardly.

"Cinere Autem, Sith Champion. I beat a Jedi."

"You beat a Jedi? You did not kill a Jedi, but merely played catch and release with vermin?" Darth Momin sounded livid. But Cinere wasn't fazed.

"It would have been unwise to create a disturbance in the Force in enemy space, Lord Momin." His voice dripped with a condescending aura. Momin picked up on it.

The lights turned black. Cinere felt something pushing and pulling at his body in the darkness, as if trying to jerk him in every direction. He was thrown a few feet into the air, then found himself landing back on solid ground with a heavy impact. Then he was in the air again, and this time he was falling for what felt like a few minutes. Once more, he hit the ground with an even more painful thud.

"How dare you speak to me like I am an insolent child?"

Light exploded in front of him as an entity appeared, different from the one here. Its head looked like the mask, and it had the body of a humanoid clad in dark robes. Its eyes were glowing a bright red that illuminated the chamber, bathing it in colored light. And then pain.

Cinere felt it in every inch of his body. It crawled from the tips of his toes and up his spine until it reached his skull, scraping by slowly on the bone. He felt like he was burning, his skin so unbearably hot. He felt millions of invisible needles poke deeply into his flesh, down into the muscle, making his body spasm as he writhed on the floor. It was like someone had dropped every possible sensation of pain in the world down on him at the same time.

After what felt like a few minutes but was likely seconds, it faded away, leaving him alone in the dark. The lights came on, slowly, and the mask rested on the floor at his feet uselessly, eyes black. Even the other entity was gone.

This would be harder than he thought.
 
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