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  1. The Imperial Knight stared hard at the corpse that lay beside her, a humanoid female with a tangled mess of dark hair, draped in a white sheet. The woman had perished only hours ago in the underworld, a victim of predation slavery, and was kept biologically alive via bacta and artificial blood-flow. The Azanti sighed, her probiscis flicking weakly at the air. She felt it inside, the fire sat like a weight of molten lead in her belly, flaring out through her veins with every breath. The pureness of the Light Side of the Force held within that fire was contrasted with the corroding and corrupted vessel within which her soul was contained. She shuddered, fear creeping its way up her spine. …Why hide from death? Why fear the burial mound? The Exorcist stared up at the candlelit ceiling, at the phantom-eyes of Il-Andon Rorik, and at her own mortality. Pain wracked her in a shuddering cough. She had barely survived Korriban. She stared into the darkness, contemplating the temptations and the shadows of the past. She held her lightsaber to her chest, cradling its worn handle in shaking hands. Why leave us? This darkness does not bargain. You do not reason. You are rot. The longer you hide from us, the longer our shadow grows. She could feel it within her, wrapping its hands around her heart, tearing into her mind with ravenous hunger. A desire for power. And now you have taken hold. Will you take the seat of my soul, devour me until there is nothing left? Do you want us to? Would all my suffering will be at an end? Would the darkness finally give me peace? Taste and see. The hunger became a primal beat, twisting the song until it was all she could hear. She could see the Jedi fighting her now, her silver blade piercing the heart of Sandy Sarna, cutting the life from her. The reflection of a devilish delight with the woman’s fading eyes. No. Horror came to her then, shocking disgust at her own fantasies. Shame. I will not allow this. She turned her mind to the Sith. To fighting the Spider and its minions. Her fingers twisted the saber spear, her every ounce of strength devoted to one act. She would listen no more to the voices of the underworld. I will go to the bed of demons; I will look them in the eye. I will go to war. Snap-Hiss The Exorcist drove the shimmering, pure, silver blade deep into her breast, piercing the rotting heart below. Black smoke poured from the wound as lifeless fingers dropped the sparking spear. The white sheet moved, and a pale hand caught the falling spear. A tinkling, laughing voice came forth. A new voice. “In the end we all fall, even the gods from their heavens, but it is not yet my time to rest eternal.”
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