Freedon Nadd
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Dark Lords of the Sith
Chapter VI
All around, books, volumes, old manuscripts, shelves, and what could be other than mesmerizing darkness.
Slender shoulders leaned on the table, weak hands skipped pages, and deteriorated eyes watched them.
Nihilus stood in a secret place which he found it by random inside the Trayus Academy, hidden from the prying eyes of his own Sith Master.
He was ready to experiment with the dark side of the Force.
Knowing that he will die in no more than a few days, the Lord brought secretly into his room a fallen Jedi Knight.
The Jedi was placed on a table with restraints. The Jedi screamed, burst with rage, shaking his hands and legs, but no one could hear a noise given the fact that the room was antifonic.
Nihilus cleared his mind of everything that surrounded him--the building, the men, and the storming weather.
As he cleared his mind he could just hear fine Andeddu's voice as if he were there, but in fact he remembered the ancient Dark Lord's words,
"Focus on your vessel, and soleil there until everthing from the exterior reality fades away in your mind. When you are preprared, rip off your spirit from the flesh and inhabit your fresh host."
"The transition is extremely painful, but that's the price for eternal life."
The Lord ripped off his soul from his deformed, weakened, and useless body, taking that of the tied up Jedi.
Ice and cold engulfed the subject's flesh, the Sith Lord force pushing the Jedi's corrupted spirit into Chaos, replacing it with his own.
Nihilus opened his eyes, you opened your eyes. The process was agonizing just as the ancient Dark Lord predicted.
Now you looked at your consumed physical shelter--pathetic, a relic. Now you felt healthy again, now you could be again how you were once, now...the Hunger consumes you again.
You were desperated, you were desperated because any random body you were choosing, they were all failing you--mistified by your great heights of power and your unsatiable hunger.
After ten failed hosts, the Sith Lord came with a brand-new idea, an artificial vessel. Lord Nihilus ordered some Dark Jedi, whom he corrupted with the Force, to gather small parts of iron from crashed Mandalorian ships.
The broken parts of iron were lain into a pot and then turned--with the help of Sith magic--in a dark robe armor assembled with a black cape.
The vessel was imposing and tall, with two eye holes, a superficial nose, and a barely noticeable mouth.
But one thing missed, a symbol, something that defined your very all-consuming nature, something that defined 'death'.
The Sith Lord ripped off the head of his deformed body, melting it in boiled water until it was without any piece of flesh. The Lord moulded the skull by his own imagination, creating a white mask-like drawing two red vertical lines on the two eye holes with the dripped blood in water. The final attachment was an amulet on the mask's forehead that was meant to keep the Hunger temporarily under control when there was no Force sustenance, it was almost like a reservoir.
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