02-10-2018, 01:59 PM
Marcus watched, forcing his face to show bland passivity as Ascendancy overawed Carpenter with the Force. The amount of power he held called to him. It sang to him. So much power. It was a whisper, a snake, the desire, slithering in his heart. It hypnotized him and he had to take hold of himself to keep from seizing the Force himself.
To hold so much power, to feel it flowing through me.... Far more captivating than any woman could ever be, more luxuriant and real, voluptuous and silky. Greater than any carnal intimacy imagineable- penetration into the very fabric of the multiverse itself, the mastery of it, the domination, the ecstacy of release. He ached for that oneness. Craved it with all his being.
And he remembered a different kind of power too. Standing over the square with Ascendancy, feeling the worship and awe from the crowds, the hatred and the fear flowing out and up, surrounding them. He remembered the feel of it, swirling around where they stood, could almost reach out and touch it, caress it between his fingers.
His eyes glittered as he watched the man, his hunger kindled into a roaring fire, cravings sharpened to a deadly point. Malik wanted it all. To hold it all in his hands, to stretch out his hands and take the whole world in it and....and.....
What did he want? What did he crave? Order or chaos? Stability or punishment? Like sirens they called to him. Malik, the avenging angel, holding up the mirror, exposing the cracks and injustices that were perpetuated in the name of greed and incompetance, a world that would permit the horrors of the life he had experienced. Malik, dispensing deserved and excruciating humiliation and punishment to those he judged merited it. To watch those privileged fools scramble as their ivory towers crashed to the ground.
Darth Malik, the Dark Lord of the Sith, to bring real ironlike order and peace to the world, the cold pure efficiency of real government, the kind that did not depend on mollifying the milk hearted or those whose egos needed stroking. One day. Enough power to rule completely.
He never quite knew from one moment to the next. Only that the power called to him, begged him to take her.
He inclined his head a fraction in respect at Ascendancy's words. "Happy to serve Ascendancy. Yes, very much to do. Thank you."
He turned to Carpenter. "If you'd come this way?"
He would come down here again. He was learning from Sanjay. Training, sparring. But there was so much more to learn. And he still wanted to get a handle on Carpenter.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Feb 10 2018, 03:14 PM.
To hold so much power, to feel it flowing through me.... Far more captivating than any woman could ever be, more luxuriant and real, voluptuous and silky. Greater than any carnal intimacy imagineable- penetration into the very fabric of the multiverse itself, the mastery of it, the domination, the ecstacy of release. He ached for that oneness. Craved it with all his being.
And he remembered a different kind of power too. Standing over the square with Ascendancy, feeling the worship and awe from the crowds, the hatred and the fear flowing out and up, surrounding them. He remembered the feel of it, swirling around where they stood, could almost reach out and touch it, caress it between his fingers.
His eyes glittered as he watched the man, his hunger kindled into a roaring fire, cravings sharpened to a deadly point. Malik wanted it all. To hold it all in his hands, to stretch out his hands and take the whole world in it and....and.....
What did he want? What did he crave? Order or chaos? Stability or punishment? Like sirens they called to him. Malik, the avenging angel, holding up the mirror, exposing the cracks and injustices that were perpetuated in the name of greed and incompetance, a world that would permit the horrors of the life he had experienced. Malik, dispensing deserved and excruciating humiliation and punishment to those he judged merited it. To watch those privileged fools scramble as their ivory towers crashed to the ground.
Darth Malik, the Dark Lord of the Sith, to bring real ironlike order and peace to the world, the cold pure efficiency of real government, the kind that did not depend on mollifying the milk hearted or those whose egos needed stroking. One day. Enough power to rule completely.
He never quite knew from one moment to the next. Only that the power called to him, begged him to take her.
He inclined his head a fraction in respect at Ascendancy's words. "Happy to serve Ascendancy. Yes, very much to do. Thank you."
He turned to Carpenter. "If you'd come this way?"
He would come down here again. He was learning from Sanjay. Training, sparring. But there was so much more to learn. And he still wanted to get a handle on Carpenter.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Feb 10 2018, 03:14 PM.