The Ascension Of Darth Rasmus- The Rise of the New Sith- Book 1 (Fanfiction)

Chapter XII- Perseverance Rewarded

            For months Rasmus had planned his revenge on Kyle and the rest of the academy, yet for all his preparation, no matter what tricks he learned from others, he felt somewhat apprehensive about facing his old master. He shook his head refocusing his thoughts on the rage and the hate he felt towards Kyle, no, his old Master, not Kyle. The dark side filled his veins and all traces of the apprehension vanished. Which he took as a sign from the Force, that he was indeed on the right path for him. He smiled grimly as he walked through the single hall of the tomb. Eyeing the destruction that Kyle wrought before him, the bodies on the ground, the looks on their lifeless faces, those he could see at least. He relished in all those he had killed beforehand, not including frustratingly enough, Luke Skywalker, He knew he hadn't defeated the grandmaster, but he did enjoy the fact that he was able to knock him unconscious a feat few could claim in the galaxy. He recited the sith code he had learned from the texts he had read in the archives.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength, through strength I gain power, Through power, I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken, the force shall free me." He let those words swirl around his mind and consume his very being. As he did, he felt his strength return, and thrive in him. It would soon be time to destroy Kyle. Utterly. However, if Kyle somehow managed to overwhelm him, he would, he thought tear the very foundations of the tomb down around him and escape. There was work to be done after all, and who would do it, should he die. No, he wouldn't let it come to that. He paused a moment just before crossing an old obsidian bridge.

"Thin but, sturdy enough." He thought to himself out loud. Years of being suspended over a glowing orange lake of molten magma, potentially, had thinned the architecture out. It was a miracle the thing still was connected. As he gazed into the orange abyss below, he felt a presence behind him, he turned. Standing there in all her glory, purple skin wet with perspiration, was Jai'ir. She had a look of horror on her face as she looked over at Rasmus and saw his corrupted features, his pale skin had turned grey and dull, his eyes had gone from their natural brown to a yellow hue that told others, something bad has happened to this man. He didn't care about them though, what he did care about was that Jai'ir was here, standing in front of him repulsed by his new body.

"Jaden, my love what happened?" She asked him, he winced at her use of his true name. it brought him memories of all those who had betrayed him thus far. He wished she would not make herself one of them.

"Do not call me that anymore, I am Rasmus, Dark Lord of the Sith, and such actions will not go unnoticed for long. My dear." He added the last bit in for good measure to keep her tone level with his.

"But why?" She asked sauntering up to him, her body calling out for his embrace. He allowed her to have it. She had earned that much.

"It is the only path forward for me Jai'ir, if I wish to bring peace to the galaxy, I need to rid it of all those who had not only betrayed me but others as well. First and foremost, that means erasing Katarn from this world. He was the second to betray me, the first was Rosh, going behind my back and trying to control the galaxy with these pretenders who call themselves Sith." He explained as she pressed her head against his neck, he stroked her lekku affectionately, and they twitched with pleasure at his touch and he felt her shudder.

"Please, Ja... Rasmus, please leave those who have hurt you be for now and leave this place with me, now and we can go and finally spend our lives together." She looked up into his yellow eyes, her terror nullified for the moment. He managed a loving smile back, and as he did, he felt a surge of weakness fall over him. He pushed it down, reserving it for his time away from prying eyes. Perhaps in her company, perhaps not it would depend on how the rest of this exchange went. He kept his rage bottled up for the moment seeing the only way to talk with the distraught Twi'lek in his arms was through emotion.