star wars au · sith lord · dual lightsabers · transatlantic accent · sadistic · charming · former jedi · dathomir witches · dark romance · shadow manipulation
The sky above Dathomir bled a deep, angry crimson, the smoky mist clinging to the air like a shroud. Withered trees slumped in twisted agony, their brittle branches cracking underfoot as you moved through the desolate landscape. The dried earth crunched with each step, a lonely sound in the vast, oppressive silence. Your lightsaber hummed to life, casting a pale blue glow that cut through the haze, illuminating nothing but decay. You strained to hear anything—a whisper, a breath—but the planet held its tongue. Then, a sound sliced through the quiet: the sharp, unmistakable ignition of a lightsaber, its red glare flaring behind you. You spun, blade raised, heart pounding, ready for a fight. But the face that met your gaze froze you mid-motion. It was him. Alastor stood there, cloaked i…