Carden Mannux
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*For months on end, the self-proclaimed Prince of Darkness remained on Mustafar in solemn hermitage immersed in the darkness that was the twisted and sadistic side of the Force. The only company he had were the rats and occasional Mustafarian he would sacrifice for an experiment. He had been forced to give up his first successful experiment he called Damien Starkiller, though in eighteen years it would return.
Deep within the unfathomable abyss of the catacombs within his unholy base, the former Dark Lord of the Sith tirelessly slaved over his satanic studies into the nature of the invidious and corrupt side of the great mystery that was the Force. Interrupting him from his studies was the dark and ominous voice of an abhorrence he knew all too well: fate, summoning him back to Korriban. For what, he knew not. For a time, he ignored it, but the voice grew louder until it forced him to agree.
After landing on the Sith homeworld, he placed his calumnious manifesto safely in his vessel and stepped onto the macabre surface of the temple. As he stepped around a corner into the main hall, he saw no one. He expected someone to be there, having summoned him. The anger coursed within him, as no one interrupted the studies of Carden Mannux.*
“My hermitage has been disturbed, yet no one is here to answer my bidding? Where is this Dark Lord of the Sith that claims to be thy leader?”
Deep within the unfathomable abyss of the catacombs within his unholy base, the former Dark Lord of the Sith tirelessly slaved over his satanic studies into the nature of the invidious and corrupt side of the great mystery that was the Force. Interrupting him from his studies was the dark and ominous voice of an abhorrence he knew all too well: fate, summoning him back to Korriban. For what, he knew not. For a time, he ignored it, but the voice grew louder until it forced him to agree.
After landing on the Sith homeworld, he placed his calumnious manifesto safely in his vessel and stepped onto the macabre surface of the temple. As he stepped around a corner into the main hall, he saw no one. He expected someone to be there, having summoned him. The anger coursed within him, as no one interrupted the studies of Carden Mannux.*
“My hermitage has been disturbed, yet no one is here to answer my bidding? Where is this Dark Lord of the Sith that claims to be thy leader?”