Title: Shadow Hunter
Rating: NC17
Characters: Maul
Category: Unknown – violence, het-smut?
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Summary: Dark and dangerous medieval Europe, the
Destroyer of Worlds is lost in a world where only the strongest and most
ruthless survive.
*Note: The intro/story is killer to read when
listening to Pink Floyd's song Dogs of War on the Momentary Lapse of Reason CD*
Part I
As he draws
nearer to the dark foreboding castle, weaving his steed through the forest,
dodging trees, leaping over ancient decaying collapsed debris, he can sense the
thing inside the castle that he seeks, and that which keeps him from fulfilling
his mission.
Another
flash of lightning and clap of ear piercing thunder pounds down upon the dark
rider and his stallion, the path before him lights up as clear as day.
The gates of
the castle appear far ahead, open and promising death to anyone who passes
through them. Yet he feels no fear – he is unafraid of death and danger, for he
has looked upon the face of death many a'time and laughed as he turned his back
and walked away. He will face death and walk away – unafraid and awaiting the
next time he will face death again.
The moment
the destrier passes through the black wrought iron gates, he rears his mount to
a halt, and pauses for a moment, allowing his senses to scan his surroundings
and prepares himself to venture into the castle and face what denies him what
he desires, deep within the castle.
*******
The room is
dark, wafts of sweet inscences floats about in the air; the only light is a
single candle sitting before a figure all in black, cross legged upon the floor
of the small room.
His power
surrounds him, fills him and binds him eternally to all that is about him, part
of him. A dark power that few dare to wield but it seduces anyone who has the
power to sense it. It fills every pore, every cell, every inch of his body,
mind, heart and soul, and it is as chaotic as the birth and death of a star.
He has been
in a state of meditation for hours - almost days – since the day he set off on
his own after his failure in a mission his Master had entrusted him with,
thinking, searching for answers, angry at himself for his failure. And as he
meditates, he heals his body of the unseen wounds his Master had inflicted upon
him for his failure.
It will
never happen again.
In his mind
he sees things, things he has never in his life seen before – things that do
not exist – atleast not in his own galaxy. He invisions a tall towering dark
castle with heaven piercing spires, a warrior in black upon a powerful four
legged beast of the same shade, wielding a sword unlike any design he has
before seen.
He sees many
things, things he cannot explain, things he does not understand, things the
Darkside of the Force has chosen to show him.
Suddenly the
room quakes, and an alarm begins to sound.
Instantly
his eyes open and he rises to his feet with grace and ease and moves toward the
main consul before the viewport before him. He studies the consul and raises
his eyes toward the viewport just in time to feel the ship begin the quake
harder than previous, as a brilliant wall of multicolored light appears in the
path of his ship. But before he could evade, the light envelopes the sleek
black craft and suddenly disappears – leaving nothing left but fading wisps of
light.