The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Eclipse

"My apprentice," Vitiate's voice echoed in your mind.

You turned to face the spectral figure and knelt; your expression unwavering. "Master."

Vitiate circled you, the ghostly apparition seemingly studying your every move. "Tell me, apprentice, what do you truly desire?"

You considered the question, your mind guarded. "Power. Control. Order...." You said, but the thought lingered in the back of your mind, that you were missing something.

Vitiate's form rippled with an unseen energy. "And yet, there is more to your desires, hidden even from yourself." Vitiate's ethereal presence surrounded you, and his voice resonated with an almost hypnotic quality. "You crave something beyond the tangible, something that stirs the depths of your soul. Power is but a means to an end, control a tool for a greater purpose. What is it that eludes your conscious thoughts, my apprentice?"

Vitiate's ethereal presence intensified, his words a soft caress that slithered into the recesses of your mind. "You are a creature of ambition, (Y/N), but beneath the veneer of control and order lies a hunger for a connection that transcends the mundane. The power you seek is not just political or martial; it is the power to shape the very fabric of existence, to bind the destinies of those around you to your will."

You remained on your knees, a composed exterior veiling the turbulence within. "Master, I have devoted my life, my ambitions, my sole purpose to the pursuit of power. What more is there?"

Vitiate's form hovered before you, his gaze penetrating. "The Force is a tapestry, my apprentice, and you are but a thread within it. To weave the future as you desire, you must understand the intricate dance of emotions, the delicate interplay of connections between beings. It is not enough to command armies and issue decrees; you must master the art of emotional manipulation."

A cold glint entered your eyes, and a calculating smile curved your lips. "Emotions are a tool, Master, to be wielded as skilfully as a lightsaber."

Vitiate's spectral figure seemed to nod approvingly. "Indeed. But do not underestimate the subtlety required. Forge alliances not only through strength but through the manipulation of desires and fears. Let loyalty be a product of your design and let love and hatred be threads you deftly weave into the grand tapestry of your reign."

"I dedicated my life to a sole purpose, to conquer and to subjugate those who oppose me, and I will use every means to achieve this goal I set." you say, your eyes glowing in the raging fire of the dark side.

Vitiate chuckled, a sound that echoed like distant thunder. "A commendable dedication, but do not deceive yourself, (Y/N). The Force whispers secrets even to the most disciplined minds. There is a void within you, a hunger for a truth you've yet to acknowledge."

Your eyes met the flickering specter's, and you felt the weight of his words pressing against the barriers of your psyche. "What truth do you speak of Master?"

Vitiate paused, his presence intensifying. "You are drawn to the mysteries of the Force, the essence that binds the galaxy together. But there is a fear within you, a fear of losing control, of becoming consumed by the very power you seek."

A shiver ran down your spine, though your outward demeanour remained unyielding. "I am in control, Master. The power I wield serves my purpose."

Vitiate's form shifted, his gaze penetrating the core of your being. "Control is an illusion, my apprentice. Embrace the currents of the Force, let them guide you. Only then will you uncover the truth that lies dormant within."