Consumed by his lust for vengeance and twisted by his obsession to control and save what was already lost to him all that was Anakin ceased to exist. In place of what was once the renowned Jedi another arose like a blackened phoenix rising from the ashes of the innocent. A creature who's lust for death and hunger for the slaughter was insatiable. One who's very name is known to strike fear in the hearts of even the bravest of men; all save for one.

 

Anakin Skywalker is dead. Everything from that past life is gone. It began with the untimely torturous death of his mother. He was abandoned by the closest thing he had to a father. There was nothing left. No one to turn to but his Master, Palpatine. But with his birth into the darkness, came the loss of his precious angel. But in her passing she left behind one last gift to the fallen Jedi. For in her passing another spread her blackened wings and rose to embrace the mantle that was once held by the Naboo Queen.

 

The former handmaiden known as Dormé Jaffa was as beautiful as she was deadly and it did not take long for her to earn the title of Vader's Dark Angel behind closed doors and hushed whispers. For she became to Darth Vader, what Padmé Amidala was once to Anakin Skywalker.