Peace is a Lie. (/Imbalance.)

Part 4

Anakin had been submerged in meditation - something he had mastered more and more as he plunged into the ways of the Son - while the Embodiment of Darkness piloted their sleek aircraft through the monolith and into Mortis. Black tendrils, tinged at the sides with crimson, ran down the fallen Knight's body. They encircled his spine, twining around his torso, and immersed him in gloom. A red light from his shut eyes gleamed through the impure air that surrounded him, as the tendrils licked the tips of his appendages, almost in an affectionate way. The threadlike tendrils then spread out and gradually dissipated into air, binding with the rest of the vast galaxy.

Strength rippling in the Force, he easily pulled the Force back toward him, in such might that the streams of Dark were physically visible in the dimness of the shuttle.

Soon, the stormy atmosphere of Mortis was observable through the shuttle's viewport. Sensing the suddenly tremendous entrenchment of the Force around him, a sole eyebrow from Anakin was raised, though his eyes were still closed as he brooded in his quiet derangement.

"I assume we have arrived?"

A single syllable of confirmation came, followed by a soft thud that indicated the shuttle's landing onto the hard, grey Mortis soil. "It seems that we are near the Daughter's tomb... Our mission appears to have become easier than my initial calculation."

An image of the Dagger of Mortis penetrating the Father's chest drifted into Anakin's mind; the Chosen One could not help but smile in pleasure at the sight of the deity collapsing onto the ground, lifeless.

He opened his eyes, still savoring the scene of corpses that lingered in his mind. The shuttle door had already opened, and Anakin jumped out from his seat, eagerly walking out.

Indeed, there lay the tomb of the Daughter.

And three awaiting forms, with moonlight reflecting the outline of their bodies; the two marooned, and the one who had chosen to seclude and therefore cage himself.

The Son stalked out behind him, also sensing the presence of the abandoned ones. "What are you waiting for, my friend? I believe it is time. You may duel your most welcoming friends, while I engage my dear father."

And ensue, a duel did. (Though frankly, it was effortless for the Chosen One.)

The Force seemed to drift towards Anakin, and he gladly consumed it, almost as if he were famished. With a powerful kick, the unprecedentedly powerful Force-user launched himself towards Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, letting them ignite their lightsabers while never drawing his own out. The resolute looks on their faces was all too amusing; Anakin fought to suppress a loud cackle.

Oh, this is going to be easy. Far too easy.

Still mid-air, he sent a powerful Force-push towards their way. Red and purple sparks dashed through the air, its energies shoving his opponents backwards, grinding their boots into the soil. When he landed, another Force wave came crashing towards them, knocking them onto the ground, unbalanced and dazed.

Anakin waited patiently. Yes, he could strike, could even drain the Force from them... But that would not be as fun, would it?

Obi-Wan was the first to rise, drawing his saber out once more and positioning himself into his classic Soresu form, preparing for an attack that never came. Ahsoka then rose, and with determining the situation, also set her sabers ablaze. However, she held none of Obi-Wan's patience; leaping forward with her remaining lightsaber held tightly in her right hand, she came flying towards her master.

He did not move, simply reaching out with a hand and blocking the blade's penetration into his body. Yellow smoke rose from the saber as it crackled under the stress and resistance. Ahsoka moved her left hand onto her right, using both arms for the offensive.