"Stay away from me!" His voice whipped out, fingers flexing and squeezing as the Darkness, the hunger, the lust surged through him. She didn't listen, of course, overriding the command and cycling open the door, stepping inside and staring in wide-eyed horror at her husband's broken body. Terrified pale blue eyes lifted to gleaming ochre, her whisper yet another repeat of what she had already said.

"What have you done?"

With a guttural snarl, he lunged, wrapping one iron fist around her white neck and yanking her into the room, the door slamming shut as he pinned her to the wall, choking the life out of her. His burning eyes bored into hers, watching in raging hunger as the life slowly drained out of them. She stared back, infinitely sad and sorrowful, her lips moving. "My boy," she whispered, scarcely audible. "My poor boy… I'm so proud… you are so strong, a survivor… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've been there for you… I'm sorry."

He felt her go limp under his hand as her eyelids slowly closed. His fingers sprang open like a steel trap released, and the frail body slumped to the floor. He took another step back, staring down at the crumpled heap of red hair and fine clothes, before turning away with cruel purpose. Stepping through into the next room, his eyes swept over the four younglings huddled together there, their huge eyes staring at him, their palpable terror a heady drink. A grin of pure evil curled his lips up as around them, all the exits sealed shut.

A response to DarthRuinous' spectacular enhancement of Darth Plagueis, "Moment of Truth."