THE LORD OF HUNGER

He is a wound in the Force. More presence than flesh. And in his wake, life dies. [ IND. DARTH NIHILUS - SEMI-CANON DIVERGENT - OC AND CROSSOVER FRIENDLY - NSFW (UNDER CONSTRUCTION) ] Disclaimer: The mun claims no ownership of the artwork posted or used on this blog unless...

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VOID

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“It could be quite terrible for you -- your curiosity,” the dark lord approaches, the train of his robes rolling over the marble steps in his wake like a blackened waterfall. “Though I do know something of implacability.” The more that he speaks, the less shrill his voice becomes; more focused, coalescing into one. 

He speaks not in her ear, but in her mind now. 

Hunger brushes shoulders with the woman as he walks past her, then stops. “You may call me Darth Nihilus.”

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HEIR APPARENT

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The translucent, blue silhouette of the dark lord’s holo-image flickered briefly; interference from the nebula that the Ravager is drifting through. 

“No, search your feelings. This is DIFFERENT.” Nihilus turns away from the holo-recorder, commanding the lead bridge officer to send the coordinates of the dreadnought to Lord Sion immediately.

“We must convene at once.”

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"I have a feeling I should stay away from you..."

“If you TRULY believed that, you would not be standing here before me,” as if spoken with one thousand voices at once, the verbalization fills the antechamber and the very air itself seems to tremble. 

There is a great, punctuating silence. Hunger crosses the room, hands folded over one another, concealed in the sleeves of his tattered, obsidian robes. Bruised lids narrow on the stranger, “it was a FEELING that brought you here, was it not?”

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