Blood and Shadow

Vampires awaken to challenge the Sith, turning the Dark Side against its own masters.

In the dead silence between galaxies, a forgotten world spun—black skies veiled in ash, forests thick with thorns and secrets. The Sith called it Mor’thael, their hidden temple carved into its cliffs, pulsing with the raw currents of the Dark Side. But they weren’t alone.

From the eastern mountain range came whispers. Bodies drained of life. Sith apprentices vanishing into fog. A new darkness had arrived—older, colder.

Vampires.

They had slept for millennia beneath the obsidian catacombs. Once worshiped as gods, their blood magic had long faded from history. But the Dark Side had disturbed them—its tendrils of anger and hate tasted too familiar. And now, they awoke hungry.

Darth Kaelus, a Lord of the Sith, stood on the altar of the Temple, his crimson saber humming. Beside him, his acolytes chanted, conjuring Force storms to scour the forests. But it was useless. The vampires moved through shadow and mist, immune to mind tricks and drawn to pain.

They attacked at twilight.

The Sith unleashed lightning and sabers, cutting through bone and sinew—but the vampires did not die easily. Their blood burned with ancient sorcery, and for every one that fell, two more emerged from the gloom. One vampire, pale and regal, walked through the fire—Lady Vaelira, Queen of the Crimson Court.

"You wield rage like a hammer," she said, voice silk over steel. "But rage burns out. We endure."

Darth Kaelus lunged. His saber clashed with her claws, sparks flaring. But her speed was inhuman, her strength monstrous. She drank in his fury, drawing on his Dark Side to feed her own blood magic. Around them, the battle raged—Force screams, snarls, blood, and flame.

In the end, the Sith Temple fell, its walls soaked in crimson.

But Vaelira did not claim it.

She stood beneath the dark stars, holding Kaelus’s saber like a trophy, and whispered to the night:
"The Force is not yours alone. We too are shadows. And shadows… consume."

And so the vampires faded back into the dark—silent, immortal predators—leaving only ruin behind.