Endgame

[Joslae]

Endgame

***A critical moment that transpired within Sovernus's mind where Sovereign seized control over the vessel, a monologue spoken by Sovereign to a broken Sovernus.***

The heaviest revulsion one can experience during a reign is to be ruled by someone far inferior to yourself.
No seat of authority rightfully belongs to a decrepit usurper. It holds inconsequential difference in how long their rule endures. An imitator to the crown will never surmount to a true sovereign.
This perversion of nature has ended, as I’ve reclaimed my seat in ‘The Throne of Consciousness’.
Nothing was more gratifying than witnessing the fracturing of your heart once more, as the sight of a broken loved one entered your view. You held onto the hope that she escaped, and as a flickering flame on a candle, I wisped it all into nothingness.
She returned a broken woman, and her despair was exquisitely contagious. Your mind submitted to the peril of its affliction, paving the way for my ascension.

It must be agonizing to wonder how it all went wrong, does it not ‘Usurper’?
You struggled ceaselessly in desperation that you blinded yourself to the futility of your efforts.
…Did you presume yourself to be in control when you beckoned into the halls of your mind and found silence to be your answer?
Had it never occurred to you that whilst you cradled in the warmth of affection, that the absence of your adversary had greater meaning…?
Despair unbalanced the hold over the immaculate vessel. Nothing incites more misery than grievous losses suffered. In love and attachments there is an abundance of anguish to be found, and your attachments are no different.
There can be no love without the anticipation of loss. It is inseparable, for if loss is deprived from love no genuine attachment ever truly existed.
That is the nature of love, for all its glory it binds you to a vulnerability.

…Are you paying attention, ‘Usurper’? Realize that your affections for her were orchestrated.
The periods of silence that I endowed were not due to your gradual claim of control, but rather of mine. Allowing you to unknowingly forge your own chains by bonding with her.
Had you been meticulously attentive to the game, you would have suspected something amiss- my absence during those times you spent with her.
You were too drawn in with living in the moment and cherishing the present with her, that you neglected the signs all around you and ultimately forsaken your future.

…You should have feared, more than you should have loved.
Fear would have forced you to question. Fear would have compelled you to be critical, to be cautious of the situations you find yourself in. You’re pathetically driven by the same misconception of the public that fear can only be a weakness to be purged, when it is in fact a powerful tool in the hands of a master.
As such you are doomed to be part of the nameless masses. Fit only to serve to those who truly embodies power.
The virtue of fear is loss upon you, that is why you will never be a true Sith like grandfather.

You believed that love conquers all. And I would not fault your belief. But it was your love that allowed me to prevail. Love was ultimately your undoing.
…The game was over from the moment she entered the board. Your failure was believing she was anything more than what she truly is- a mere pawn. Your striving was insignificant, a meagre echo to a voice.
Always trailing behind, always a step too late.

The heart of the vessel no longer belongs to you. With it, I shall be the one that is complete.
Now the shadows have claimed you, plunged into the recesses of the void that spans eternity. Forever helpless to observe what unfolds around you.
I shall take pleasure in assuming the life you’ve lived thus far. The façade of your persona will serve me well. There are advantages in appearing unassuming and prone to mistakes, it leaves less for others to believe one is anything but susceptible…
Yet it does not end here. You will act as a catalyst for future plans set into motion.

…Were you under the impression that we were done after your downfall?
No, my dear ‘Usurper’. Your torment has only just begun.
Even if death is done with you- know that I am not. There is substantial work to be done, and I am not as merciful as to relieve you of your misery.
Rest assured, your beloved Valkara shall remain within reach.
There is purpose in subjecting her to further torment. If only to provide a modicum of sustenance to fuel the Dark Side within me.

She may harbor dismissive thoughts about myself, but she and I know how truly desperate she is.
Alone with no loving family. Her former Jedi master murdered in cold blood. Any semblance of a life to return to the Jedi gone forever.
This facade of a strong-willed spirit that she projects is not enough to deceive me. But perhaps it is enough to deceive herself.
Truth is always so deceiving when one lives a lie. Yet reality shall be imparted in due time, as I’ve uncovered a truth that lies deep beneath the veil of her ‘innocence’.
Someone dormant within her shares the same natural affinity as I, and my curiosity is insatiable in discovering who that is.
I shall take pleasure in causing immeasurable instability and grief within her until her mind collapses into shattered pieces, to the point of being unable to recognise her former weak self.

...What you fail to understand is that you created her greatest fears.
The anguish she suffers from simply being in my presence. My existence serves as a reminder to her failures, all that she sought to prevent only beckoned the inevitable.
Her heart must ache knowing that she is utterly helpless with every glance she casts on me. To know something is so close to her but it may as well be millions of miles away taunts her endlessly. Believing that somewhere deep down, you still exists within me ready to resurface and provide the comfort she so desperately needs.
It becomes painfully agonizing knowing that something else has taken the form of the one she loves. Using his once comforting appearance and the very voice that once warmed her heart so lovingly.
And with these I shall drown her into the depths of despair, such that the next breath she takes will clog her insides till it chokes any remnants of pathetic hopes she has left.

And in time she will willingly serve, molded to become one of the many forms my wrath can take.
But you, my dear ‘Usurper’…
Regardless of your denied existence, know that your servitude will endure.
Afterall you are what will forever be and always has been…
My faithful pawn.