Darth Demus: Star Wars
Copyright© 2007 by Cylis Derrens
Part 4
As the blast door slid open with an audible hiss Obi Wan saw Demus at the far side of the hangar bay. Ships and planetary transports were spread out on either side of the hangar.
Igniting his lightsaber Obi Wan entered removing his Jedi robe and tossing it aside. Looking at the Dark Lord he couldn't help but see James' face but it was different somehow.
While James' features had possessed a certain gentleness and peace Demus' features reflected none of these things. Even as Demus ignited his own lightsaber the movement was quick and efficient compared to the hesitation of James.
While James Darkblade had been a great warrior he had often tried to diffuse the situation before it came to fighting. More often than not he was reluctant to attack even if he had to.
Wiser enemies never forced him because they knew he could finish them easily once he made his decision. Looking at James' son the two men seemed worlds apart.
Obi Wan could not help but wonder what James would have been like if he too had stayed a Sith. Feeling the power of the Dark Lord of the Sith he had difficulty not trembling.
Never before had he felt such a presence. The Dark Side surrounded this man and fed him freely. The two were as one.
Demus smiled saying, "At last we meet, my father's old friend. I have seen you two in many visions: laughing and talking. If I held anything against him I would it was a pity that he cannot feel your death, now that he is so far away.
Of all the Jedi I have ever come across, he alone is worthy of my full respect. Like me I am certain he too understands the true nature of the Force, and how to use it. Sadly we are on different sides he and I, but perhaps that will change."
Shaking his head Obi Wan said, "No it never will. James is a good man. He fights the darkness within him, and never gives in.
He is better man than you: kind and generous. You too are nothing alike outside your physical similarities."
Chuckling Demus doused his lightsaber, showing his confidence as he removed his cloak tossing the piece of clothing aside.
"You are wrong Jedi. We are more alike than you think. You forget he taught me and raised me. I was not only his apprentice but also his son.
He helped mold me into what I am. I am his killing instrument. Perhaps one day I will surpass him but either way it won't help you."
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