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Pain. An unbearable pain. Light burst forth and sank into his pale, sickly skin. The Sith Lord felt as if he was on fire, much like his duel on Prakith, but this was different. His skin was not all that burned. Blood boiled, bones smoldered and his yellowed eyes turned white, dazzled and...

Wyck was so frail, so weak, in his iron grip. The Sith Lord was inches away from snapping his neck in two, from crushing his esophagus, from ending the Jedi Grandmaster. As much as he wanted to squeeze, he instead held back. Leviticus wanted his enemy to suffer every second. He wanted to see his...

Leviticus watched with disappointment as Wyck emerged unscathed from the lightning, which was nothing more than water against the rock. Frail as the Grandmaster was, he was as skilled a defender as he was an attacker. Against the likes of the High Arcanist, be that as it may, he couldn’t last...

The temple was ruined, wasted from the tragedy a decade ago and worn from years of bitter cold. Spires of frozen stone dangled from what remained of the ceiling and pools of ice draped the floor. As the Jedi and Sith moved out from the courtyard and into the cathedral, their clash echoed...

Leviticus watched on with mad euphoria as his blade cleaved through the first Jedi Knight. They could hardly fathom what was coming before it even came. There was that look of shock and horror, then replaced by expressionless death. The other Jedi Knights, to both his surprise and amusement...

Even in the face of death, despite knowing what Leviticus was, Wyck continued to reach out his hand, hoping to find something where there was nothing. Except, he was not wrong. In the reflection of the crystal behind him, there was a glint of light. The Sith Lord was twisted by the dark side...

The transport ached as it settled onto the icy ground, as if the ship itself was left uneasy at its arrival, like its metal hull was being strangled by the fear and death that had long descended upon the temple. Even the Jedi would feel it. In the snow, as a white storm manifested out of thin...

It was cold. His hand slid along the edge of the kyber crystal. It was the same crystal used at the Tragedy of Ilum, and it would be the same crystal used in many of Leviticus’ coming crusade. The Hutt Cartel, the Republic, and most of all, the Jedi Order. None of them would survive. Against...

Per usual, he was late. Although he did not enter the chambers as they might have expected. Instead, the holographic display of Leviticus flickered to life in his vacant seat, cast by an unnoticeable droid that had lingered on the floor for several minutes now. A blank grimace sat on his lips...

“Ah, of course, I had forgotten.” He answered, unsure of whether to smirk or to scowl at her first response. He had forgotten smugglers didn’t mind the idea of backwash, which he found rather unsurprising. Herrith had wallowed in shoddy cantinas, slithered through dark alleyways and across...

“A long day? And you’re telling me.” He scoffed, especially after everything he had been through. Everything both of them had endured. Their entry into Yaga Minor turned out to be a complete failure, the pair nearly blew up into the vacuum of space, Leviticus received a nasty shot on his lower...

Kriff no, that’s what she said. That’s what her answer was. Frankly, Leviticus wasn’t surprised. After everything the pair had went through together, he had already seen her thirst for adventure and freedom. She enjoyed the idea of falling into a drunken stupor inside some shoddy cantina rather...

“I’m a Sith Lord and the High Arcanist of the Empire, which spans the galaxy and controls the largest known fleet since the Hundred Year Darkness. Where else do you think I got it?” He scoffed, sarcasm woven into his voice along with a hint of laughter. Although he figured she was looking more...

“Hey, you can’t blame me. Just a necessary precaution. I didn’t know if I could trust you with my real identity, or if you might sell me out halfway through the mission. I see now my suspicions weren’t needed in the first place.” He raised a brow and a reassuring smile. “Also because I didn’t...

“You’re still here. That’s a surprise.” His voice echoed from behind Herrith as she lurked around the main hangar and her personal ship. The Sith Lord had half-expected the woman to jump ship the second she discovered that he stood among the highest echelons of the Sith Empire, but she didn’t...

“You must be joking, Evandrus.” He glanced over to the kitchen. Pots and pans crashed, utensils clattered on tiled floors, the chambers shuddered from the ongoing battle. All the while, Siris and Evandrus stood about, having smalltalk as the Sith tore one another apart? He could not believe what...

“You’d be surprised, Herrith.” A smile danced across his face. With the defense systems down, his slew of Mandalorians would sweep down into the shipyards and eliminate remaining resistance. Even then, the pair could watch from the safety of the control room and through the many security cameras...

Leviticus was tired. Not physically, but in mind and soul. As a Sith Lord and the High Arcanist, he found his responsibilities having tripled over the span of months. He was not stressed but neither was he relaxed. Dealing with issues from both within and outside the Sith had left him with...

The explosion rips ahead. His ear drums shake, the floors tremble and the metal hull of the bridge aches. With his open hand, now free of the lightsaber that he once held and carried for years, he barely managed a barrier of the Force in front of him. The explosion followed, sending pieces of...

The second Herrith leapt into the control room was the second Leviticus did too. Except, to his surprise, the Zeltron was devoid of anything more than her blaster and her own two fists. No grenades, nothing. It seemed the pair were down to the last straw, despite facing unknown odds as they...