...The clone followed the being in white into this ellegant room. The visualization of where he was intrigued this being, he didn't know why, but he felt peace here. Inner peace among the turmoil the hatred caused his body to feel. It was as if the clone of Gthull understood what he was doing here.

As the words left the white robed being the clone only mutter, "yes master." Then made his way over to lay down beside the acolytes.

The ceremony had begun...

As the clone Gthull layed down, Malice lifted both hands up into the air. Closing his eyes and emersing himself into the darkness. All around them outside, a dark swell of clouds started to gather. The very planet itsself could feel the darkside energy gathering within the temple. And it was responding.

With the darkside surging through his body, and through the room, Malice too started to chant. Within moments, the cloned body of Gthull began to violently shake. Convulsing as if being electrocuted, foam started to build up on the corners of the mouth.

By now, a raging storm had appeared outside of the temple. The howling winds could be heard within. Lightning flashing and striking everywhere. A storm of this magnitude was not felt on Ziost in a longwhile.

Back inside the temple, the chanting continued. At first it was soft and melodic. Like a choir singing as one. But when the storm rose, so did their voices. Now it was as if banshees were screaming with pure hatred. Each priest, and Malice were chanting at their loudest.

Without any notice, the cloned body of Gthull stopped shaking. It now lay still. From it, a light floated out of his body. The light quickly took form into that of Gthull. It was the cloned bodies soul.

Writhing in agony, the soul too yelled out in pain. But the priests and Malice ignored it. The soul was quickly devoured into the demonic sith sorceror. As the chanting continued, lightning struck the top of the temple.

Creating a hole above them in which snow and strong winds burst through. But with it, was yet another beam of light. A light which struck Gthulls body. Opening his eyes, Malice looked just intime to see an explosion of energy.

A burst if pure, dark power that threw everyone in the room backwards. Slamming into walls, or knocking to the floor. As the light faded within the room, Malice looked up at the altar. His body drained of energy, the demon sith could barely stay awake. Resurrections always took alot out of you.

"Come upon me? I do not know of what you speak! Your words are acid, and untruth. No one sith deserves alliegence, unless he has bested you in battle."

*Janus scowled.*

"Now what did you call me away from this important ceremony for?"

"Important? to you? bah you have no loyalties therefore this ceremony means nothing to you why is it your here... for real brother I know you hold no loyalties here... respect yes loyalties no... so tell mebrother what brought you here... and why?"

"Knowledge. Simple knowledge."

*Janus eyed his blood brother warily.*

"Now what do you want? This better be important, or pain shall be your only future."

Aknowledgement of life. Gthull sat up and looked around, he was astonished and excited at the same time. He was alive again.

The tiny being hoped off the ceremonial bed and made his way over to the white clad being. He was still unaware who this being was, but he was certain that his memory would return in time. His body tingled in a way that he had never felt before. He wondered if this was his own, had his master kept it alive for however long he was dead? Gthull was confused.

He rose to his full height, all of 3' 10" of him stood proudly at the feet of his master. It was time to repay those who had done this to him, and they would not pay with death, but with suffering. "I follow the word of Malice Draclau, is that you?" Gthull questioned the white clad being.

Malice Gthull, the sorcerer slain by Sedriss Sadow's judgments. Slowly, he felt the tug of darkness instead begin to creep up to him, like a living sludge that hoped to consume instead of pull him into it. The ranks of the rogue Sith grew. He felt the echoing cords and the resounding drumming in his soul, like dark, mysterious music seducing his soul. Would he truly join the Sith ranks and forsake his Jedi lineage? Arkan scanned each and everyone amongst them, he felt rather small compared to these more experienced people who seemed like giants to him. Even if the Force spoke to him of power unknown to any normal being, there was truth in the assessment he made that if he were to betray these people, he would fail.

"We are only a small band of people," Arkan said to Malice Draclau before he could respond to Malice Gthull's inquiry, "I require some ample training as a Sith to be able to prove formidable against Sadow and his minions... the resurrection of Gthull probably won't be enough to assist our endeavours."

Fury and hatred filled Gthull's soul. His right hand shot out toward this nonbeliever. Arkan's body was thrown against the nearest wall and Gthull lifted him three feet off the ground. His eyes never left this being adorned in white robes. "Are you Malice Draclau?" Gthull inquired. "If you are, what shall I do with this scum who does not believe that your teachings are powerful enough to stop the likes of Sadow."

Sadow, for some reason when that word left Gthull's tounge his entire body filled with dark energy. Arkan felt this energy as the grip Gthull had over him tightened. Gthull felt as if he knew whom he must destroy. Whoever this Sadow is, Malice Gthull would soon meet his destiny and rid the galaxy of this filth.

Just as Arkan finished his say to Malice Draclau, he sensed a strange growth of dark energy from Gthull. Before he could react to what he predicted only seconds before it happened, the ripples in the air enveloped then threw Arkan back with a strong push. Then right after being thrown, Arkan felt himself being pulled upward by his neck, steadily being choked by Gthull's direction of the Force. Thousands of thoughts rushed into Arkan's mind, but the most prominent being, "How do I unravel the tapestry of the darkside?" But that was cancelled off as the grip on his neck tightened, causing Arkan to gag, but afterward he knew he was strong enough to withstand the pressure and alleviated it with the power of his will.

"Let go of me Gthull, or you'll regret it...," even as he made that threat, the process had already begun. The path of action beyond a material choice was laid bare, between the enraged semi-incorporeal entity that was Arkan's bridge between mortality and immortality, or if the choice was his ability to manifest duplicates of himself, the options proved to be out of Arkan's mind. He went with the most readily available manifestation of himself. Or, at least... himselves.

A duplicate of Arkan split away behind the host form, the duplication unnoticed by Gthull until it dropped from behind Arkan. Then another duplicate split from behind the host form. Then another, and another. Four forms of Arkan in total.

"No," Arkan said as he struggled, "Too late."

Three of the Zabrak raised their hands toward Gthull, gathering in their palms the energies of the Force all around them, depriving the structure of certain Force particles which kept them into existence, the ground to which held them up, and the air in which they breathed causing it to become thin. All done to conduct this one single action.

With their combined focus, commandeered by the host form, they sent a rippling mass of energy, visible by the sparks flying off of each ripple, like a freighter, it rushed at Gthull, hoping that it would knock, not only the sorcerer, but the power he had over Arkan.

The ripples of force energy that lept from the Arkans had crashed in mid air. dissipating where they had stopped. If they looked around, they would see Malice finally standing back up. Holding his hands out, combined with the strength of his sith acolytes, the demon sith was able to create a force shield infront of Gthull. Halting an attack which would have hurt him. Looking at Gthull, Malice nodded.

*Yes, i am Malice Draclau. Your master, and the one that had brought you back from the dead. Sedriss Sadow, is the one that killed you. Your friend in the begining. He showed his true colors when he had you murdered*

Pointing to the altar, Malice motioned for Gthull to look. As he did so, he would see the crystal with his head suspended in animation.

*That Gthull was your real head. I kept it, to show you the betrayal Sedriss had done to you. Now, let Arkan go, there shall be no fighting amongst us. The only ones we will fight is Sedriss and his horde of followers*