The gentle flicker of firelight reflected off his glassy brown eyes, the eyes themselves as lifeless as can be. The slow and rythmic rising and falling of his chest was the only discernable indicator that he was alive. But were someone to look deeper, passed the polished veneer that was always visable on the face of a man who had slaughtered millions, in one sitting, they would see the workings of a man possessed.

Three personalities, three different lifestyles all enmeshing to form one whole man, vied for control in a battle that left the landscape barren and crippled. For now he had reached the balance between beast and overman as it were, and yet the abyss from that ancient proverb seemed to him to be not his destruction, but his salvation. Now he sat on the edge of that abyss, the one unifying force of the Darkside holding him together and at bay all at the same time, and at that moment a sigh escaped his lips.

Lupercus sat slouched on the soft bantha leather armchair, a gentle log fire simmering and spitting, feeding off itself as the night slowly passed. Never one for introspection, Lupercus sat there now pondering the ways of the universe. He had left Hapes and all its trappings behind him, vowing one day to return and destroy them all, only to remodel them in his image. But as he sat he felt a sense of relative contentment. The desire to destroy his brother remained, it always would, but to Lupercus now it was a secondary consideration. Now he had obligations.

He had a family...

In another room of the small log cabin in the Dathomir wilderness lay Tevarii. She was increasingly his woman, his one and only woman and likewise he was hers. Lupercus chuckled slightly, knowing full well that in her mind that meant she owned him, body and soul.

Elsewhere lay Dakota, another one of what Chikami had called his harem. Her strikingly beautiful features always near Lupercus' mind, whether he wanted them to be or not. This was the first time that the three had been together and luckily no mention had been made of relationships, Lupercus remaining aloof enough to not have to deal with the feminine wiles of Dakota or the dark passion of Tevarii.

Nearby Lupercus could also feel Kronus, the blind man gifted with a sight more pure than anything that had ever existed. He slept gently and quietly, the occassional mutter of a pleasent memory causing a quicker than usual intake of breath.

In another cabin, much like the one they lay in now, slept and stirred other members of his band, not as close but considered by intelligence communities to be a part of his 'inner circle'.

They were his family, whether he wanted them to be or not. And as the man who had been called a Champion of the Sith slowly drifted from meditation to sleep, a sense of insane peace could be sensed on the mans mind...

Not far from the cabin, Kronus sat, pearched on a rock, overlooking dathomir landscape.

The planet's moons hung high in the sky tonight, casting an eerie blue glow onto the surface, and in turn made the planet look beautiful.


However such beauty was lost on Kronus. His eyes had left him long ago. As had much of his grounding in reality.


The wilderness of Dathomir was far from safe at night. All kinds of foul entities roamed the forest floors in search of a feast. Beasts and monsters of untold horror were on the lookout for a tasty meal.

Kronus was no different.

On a night like this, despite being blind, he could see clearer than any cat or soaring eagle. The darkside showed him everything he needed to see, and more.

Tonight Kronus was on the hunt. Not to feed, nor even just to hunt, but to bath himself in the putrid stink of death.

His teeth were sharp, and his hands adorned by long talons. The darkside had gave him demon form.


*CRACK*

Kronus' head jerked sideways, his ears twitching at everysound in the forest. Something lay out there, begging for him to find it.

Turning on his heels, he let out a sharp snort and growl, his teeth glinting in the pale blue moonlight.

He stopped,holding his nose in the air. There were many things out tonight, birds, voles, and a pack of Saber wolves. Two, perhaps three lay in wait beyond the trees. Waiting not for Kronus, but for thier inevitable deaths.