//------------------------------// // The Duel of the Darkness // Story: The God of Anger // by The Toaster //------------------------------// He didn't know how long he'd been there, hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Like it or not, he didn't know, it left a very arid taste for the Dark Lord, but it was the truth, since he entered the vast and infinite ocean that is the Force, he couldn't keep up with the timezone outside. All because of that. Whatever he was holding back, just didn't tire, didn't stop and didn't have an ounce of pity. Since he got off the physical plane he's been in combat against whatever the thing was that attacked him, and worst of all, he was losing. The more he fought the abomination in front of him, the more he weakened, with each attack the Force seemed to be slowly sucked from his body. It was impossible, it shouldn't have been possible, but here it was, a creature that was sucking his life-force. He was already in a perpetual war against a force that had tried and failed to invade not only his dream but the dream of all his troops, but now he was weakening with what little was left of his powers. Even so he didn't give up, as for every monster attack, Vader's retribution was 10 times worse, but even so he couldn't deny it, he was spiritually exhausted. And even then, the opponent didn't capitalize on his victory, instead he did something that many opponents of the Dark Lord did, and that they regretted a lot. He taunted Vader. "աɧԹԵ ɿՏ ɿԵ ʅɿԵԵʅe ՏɿԵɧ? ԹԲՐԹɿԺ ԾԲ Եɧe ԺԹՐk?" It was not in common, or in any language that Vader had ever heard of, except from his own master. He was speaking in Ancient Sith. Even so, his words echoed in Skywalker's mind, they echoed, distant but not too far, thousands of taunts, insults and belittles hitting him as the being surrounded him on the spiritual plane. Was this how he would die? Being insulted to death by a predator who simply takes too much pleasure in his victim's suffering...? Vader's fists clenched and shook. That was not how he would die, he refused, for everything he went through, for everything he sacrificed and for everyone who had their lives lost, he would not leave in vain.... They deserved it at least. He did not give up, in the Force, thousands of voices screamed for him, echoing his voices of admiration and devotion in their souls. Their feelings good, bad and everything in between, everything was aimed at him, everything giving him the strength to go forward and destroy everything and everyone in his path. Since he took on the mantle of leader they'd filled him with not only personal praise and admiration, but also spiritual, in the force feelings gave him power and that would define how you would use her or if she would use you, even in a perpetual spiritual conflict with another entity that tried to invade the dreams of his subjects he was never shaken. The darkness that protected them did this not only physically but spiritually as well, it taxed Vader extremely, but a promise must be kept, this constant war with Celestia's forces had weakened him enough for whatever this thing is to invade his plan spiritual in an attempt to defeat him and use him as a host for something, this plan would have worked with other average users of the force. But Vader was much more than Average. In his new rejuvenated vigor he let out a roar that echoed to all four corners of the world, creating earthquakes and natural disasters unseen More thousands of years since the beginning of climate controls by the pony's, earthquakes hit mountains, tidal waves destroyed small villages and woods , and animals all over the world began to scream and hide in pure fear. Vader's hatred was heard very clearly throughout the world, by all beings and by nature itself. Anger was a very momentary feeling but very powerful, Vader knew that very well, it could arise in a moment of extreme frustration in anything you do giving you new vigor and energy, it was extremely useful but extremely difficult to control, but Vader he was a Sith and a master of emotions. Controlling them is part of being his. With this wave of rejuvenated power and vigor he counterattacked the entity, completely surprising her and pushing back totally, all the progress she had made had been reversed and now the Sith lord was in the lead. An invisible duel, but easily felt if the creature was spiritually or magically strong enough. Celestia felt, Luna felt, Twilight felt, and the feelings they felt in that moment couldn't be described in words. Vader had already proven himself capable of such feats in the previous days in his encounter with the Royal Guard, but this was different, this was both a challenge and a revelation, this lord was extremely different from the rival they had fought millennia before. The old enemy didn't care about the well-being of his subjects, he didn't protect anyone but himself, he didn't innovate and he didn't have conviction, he conquered and consumed without any worries about casualties or side effects. That? Celestia was apprehensive. He was patient, calculating and brutal with those he considered enemies. With many who surrendered to him, he showed benevolence but to those who resisted, unparalleled brutality. And it didn't help that humans romanticized everything the ancient tyrant did, at that time humanity had come together for two reasons; hate and fear. Hatred of how they were treated as Outcasts by the forces of harmony and chaos, and Fear of their master, he didn't kill his victims, he consumed them completely, not in the form of cannibalism, but devouring the victim's soul and essence, it kept every human warlord in line, for like it or not, the monster was immortal. Now he had returned, or at least the chosen successor, and worst of all, he was much worse, he didn't even have to do anything to defeat one of the elements of harmony, one of his own henchmen did, if his cannon fodder was like that , imagine him? "Գɿעe Մρ ՇɧԾՏeՌ ԾՌe ԾԲ Եɧe ʍԹՏk, ՎԾՄ ՇԹՌ'Ե աɿՌ ɧeՐe." The monstrosity taunted him. "I will not submit monstrosity! Never again!" Vader roared back. With one move with his hands he would knock the monster back, causing it to lose its advantage and defenses. The chance of the chosen one, with one more attack of hate, he threw the monster to the ground, making him shrink more and more. "Kneel" Vader would say dryly. "ՌeעeՐ! ՎԾՄ ՇԹՌ'Ե ԺԾ ԵɧɿՏ! ԵɧɿՏ ɿՏ ɿʍρԾՏՏɿՅʅe!" The creature screamed, despair starting to creep into his voice. "I did the impossible time and time again, and it wasn't a request!" Vader roared back. He pulled his arms back, and with a long sigh he released all his remaining strength above the monster who would completely lose control of his body. "I. SAID. KNEEL!" He screamed. The monster got to its knees, supporting itself with its arms as it visibly came to the same size as Vader, panting and worn out. "ɿ.... ɿ-ɿ Թ-Թ-Թʍ Թ-Թ-ԹԵ Վ-Վ-ՎԾՄՐ Տ-Տ-ՏeՐעɿՇe ʍ-ʍ-ʍɿʅԾՐԺ...." He says very hesitantly. Vader had tamed the personification of darkness, and now, it was under his command.