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Anakin held onto his lightsaber, knowing it was his only safety left from the approaching Jedi master. The enemy's black booted feet swiveled and stepped forward, his hand thrusting his sword at Anakin in a flash of red light. Anakin blocked, but just barely, feeling the heat on his skin, the crimson fire that reflected the bloody eyes of this man's victims.
They lay dead on the floor, their silence echoing in the wide decorative room, and their blood smeared everywhere; over the paneled walls, on the metal edges of tables. A dead handmaiden lay in half on the couch, her intestines burnt and laying limp on the furniture like charcoal sticks. This was not the work of a Jedi master, this was a Sith: the creature birthed from the fiery hatred of a devil. It killed like a demon, and with such skill Anakin barely felt the hatred from the other room as he lay in bed with his wife less than an hour earlier as the