Asmodeus looked around and noticed that his partners were gone. He was alone in the swirling darkness.
"Fuck."
Although he expected as much, it was still pretty creepy and annoying. He kept walking forward slowly, his crimson lightsaber cutting through the fog. Then he saw a strange outline. It was a man with spikes sticking up above his head.
"Darth Maul?"
He was honestly a little surprised… Because he wasn't 'afraid' of Darth Maul. At most, it might be a difficult challenge in terms of pure lightsaber combat. When it came to Force abilities, Maul was severely lacking.
"No… No, this is some bullshit!"
It wasn't a particularly 'scary' monster at all! It was just a handsome, muscular guy in an orange karate gi with a blue sash-like belt around his waist. Looking at that head of big spiky black hair, Asmodeus trembled for a moment.
"Wow! You look strong! Haha~! Let's fight!"
"Hahaha~! I'm gonna die!"
Not to mention death, even the whole planet was blasted apart with a single fist! Then the dimensions were torn and the Force itself had to struggle to avoid being ripped asunder!
"Holy fuck! Holy shit! Hahahaha~!" Asmodeus blinked and the illusion ended… But then what he saw was a short dude in an ugly yellow outfit, with red gloves, boots and a red-yellow cape… Looking at that shiny bald head that reflected his crimson lightsaber, then down at that bored face, he couldn't help sighing.
"I heard there's a sale at the grocery store in Mos Espa."
Then Asmodeus was turned into meat paste as the bald man picked his nose and spoke in Japanese, "Sorry, I don't speak English that well. Ah, maybe he was asking for directions? Hmmm-"
The illusion disappeared again and Asmodeus smiled wryly, looking up at the old woman who was standing there calmly. She had a simple brown cloak, the hood of which covered the top half of her face. Those braided white pigtails reached down to right above her chest. Three short lightsaber hilts orbited her body as seemed to 'gaze' up at him.
"A Sith Pureblood, in this era? Interesting."
"Are you a Force Ghost or just another overpowered illusion? You're… Kreia, right?"
Asmodeus became a lot more serious. Because illusions couldn't hurt him, but if those lightsabers were real… They ignited short purple blades and he definitely felt the threat!
"I'm just an old fool who wanted to break free from the Force… And you're just a reckless brat, obsessed with the power it brings. A typical Sith."
"My name's Asmodeus." He smirked and parried the blade that swooped over suddenly!
"Hahaha~! So you 'are' real!"
"Reality and illusion…" Kreia sighed and waved her right hand, causing the other two blades to attack him from behind! But once they got within a certain distance, they actually couldn't be controlled effectively anymore…
"The Force really cherishes you. Or perhaps, it hates me as much as I hate it."
"Of course the Force loves me." Asmodeus grinned and charged forward as the woman turned into smoke. Then he turned around quickly and blocked the two blades in her hands, grabbing the black bottom of the other silver hilt. Once the purple lightsaber was actually in his hand, even Kreia couldn't take it back.
"We have a very healthy relationship! I make her happy, excited and entertained, while she makes me stronger to deal with whatever enemies she might suddenly throw my way!"
"You're nothing but a slave to the Force. A foolish puppet, manipulated into bringing suffering and death upon the Galaxy. Just like all the Sith and Jedi before you."
Kreia wasn't very strong, but she didn't try to fight against the huge man with 'physical' strength. Instead, she darted around his side and stabbed, knocking her purple lightsaber from his left hand. It floated around his other side and clashed against his red lightsaber, almost swiping across his face! Those other two blades nearly cut off his legs, but he jumped up and avoided them. Then kicked downwards and a huge blast of air-pressure blew the hood from Kreia's forehead. Revealing those pure-white eyes and weathered face. The pressure increased and she disappeared again, floating behind his back and stabbing downwards with both purple blades.
"Fuck off!" Asmodeus shouted as his back burst out into purple lightning! Knocking her away once more… Then he grabbed that short hit again and complained, "The Force does cause people to suffer, sure, but don't forget that it's 'people' who make the Force suffer as well!"
"Perhaps." Kreia just calmly landed on the ground and turned her lightsabers off, allowing them to float around her body once more. The third also flew out of Asmodeus' hand and rejoined the others.
"Time and time again, people use and abuse the Force. How much is their own will? How much is the Force itself actually manipulating them? I suppose that's no longer something that an old ghost like me needs to worry about…"
"Wait, don't leave yet!" Asmodeus shouted as she started to disappear into the fog.
"Is there anything you want to ask?" Kreia returned with a serene expression on her old face, "It's not like I have anything better to do."
"Yeah, I've just always been curious about something." Asmodeus snickered, "Did you ever fuck Surik?"
"I'm leaving."
"Wait!" Asmodeus reached out again with his free hand and she paused, "What about Revan?"
Kreia rolled her white eyes and faded into the shadows as she murmured, "Why did I even bother meeting this fool?"
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