Title: Sith Wedding
Author: Sythe aka Dawn
Rating: PG13
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Disclaimer: I don't own em, I just borrow em for my fics. I received no money in its creation.
Summary: A Sith Wedding…

The room is dimly lit. Ceremonial, yet the air carries an overwhelming darkness within it.

The room is large, but shadows hid its walls from sight.

A lone figure stands before an alter at the head of the room, dressed in full black robes, a deep hood upon the figure's head. He waits.

Minutes pass and the sealed double doors part and open, revealing a figure in full black and a figure in full white, standing side by side.

Together, they pass through the threshold of the open doorway, moving slowly, side by side, down the center of the dark room, toward the black robed figure standing before the alter.

The two stop before the black robed figure and the pair of stone steps leading up to the alter, and the figure black and the figure in white, together, fall to their knees, heads bowed, eyes downcast.

The two figures wait silently, motionlessly for the black robed figure to speak as they kneel side by side, the figure in white to his left, the figure in black to his right.

The black robed figure steps forward, down toward the two kneeling before him, and standing before them, he raises his arms and holds his hands out above the heads of the two before him.

He begins to whisper, an ancient promise - a promise to be made between male and female that can never be broken once made.

Silence. Then the robed figure turns his hooded head to the figure in pure white, a veil of sheer white upon her head.

"The union between male and female is forever and cannot be broken and to break it would mean death if her mate so chooses. The union between a Sith Lord and his Lady is honored by his master or apprentice if he be the master." The black robed figure pauses; his eyes still upon the woman in white.

"Lady, do you accept and pledge to honor and obey your Lord and mate until death between one of you?"

"I do, my Lord." The woman answers softly, though her voice tinged with fear of the man whose hand hovers above her head.

"Her word and promise has been given and it stands forever." The black robed figure then turns to the figure in black before him.

"Lord of Sith, do you accept and pledge to honor and protect your Lady and mate until death between one of you?"

"I do, my Master." The man in black answers his voice like dark liquid velvet and filled with utter loyalty to his master standing before him.

"His word and promise has been given and it stands forever." The black robed figure finishes then raises both hands from above the heads of his subordinate and his mate and slips a ceremonial dagger from within the sleeve of his right arm.

"And to seal the past between these two, before the eyes of all Sith Lords Past, Present and Future," The black robed man grasps hold of the left hand of the woman before him. He runs the razor sharp edge of the knife across the palm of her hand. "Her life's blood," then he grasps hold of the right hand of the black dressed figure before him and too, cuts his palm. "And his, together, with the power of the Darkside, they become one."

Then, holding the man and woman's hands in his, the black robed figure brings their hands together, palm to palm, their blood instantly mixing and entering one another's wounds, alone with the power of the Darkside, and a golden cord is wrapped about their hands and wrists to signify their union.

"Rise Lord and Lady of the Sith, announce your union to your gods and to the ancient Order of the Sith."

The two now wed, rise to their feet as one and as they hold their hands together, fingers intertwined, blood slowly dripping from between their hands. The man dressed in black raises their hands above their heads and suddenly he cries out loud, speaking in the language of his kind and then that of his Order, his voice echoing off the walls about them, in the darkness.

Silence then fills the room and slowly the man in black lowers their hands before them, and finally turning to look upon his mate, he slips the black hood from his head. And he looks upon the woman at his side, pride in his brilliant glowing golden yellow and blood red eyes.

End