For the first time since he trained with his former master, Darth Snack Malice coward backwards. He may not be on good terms with Diete, but the high priests powers and knowledge was something to respect. And respect them Malice did.

Going to one knee, the demonic sith sorceror looked up at Diete. showing respect with a bow, but refusing to show obiediance with a bow of his head.

*I will do as you say High priest. Though pride is something not easily gotten rid of*

If Malice ever hoped to get past his weakness and become what he knows he can, then he will have to learn.

The High Priest's form seemed to revert to it's former state, though it had never truly changed to begin with. Only the sense of the Dark Force raging through him had made it appear so.

"Very well."

Standing once more, Malice glared into the eyes of the priest. The demons mind now set on one thing. Gaining the knowledge and power he deserved.

*I am ready for you to mold me in the eyes of the darkside*