The barren planet of Mustafar looms ahead, its ashen surface seeping with sulfurous steam rising from the cracks, a murky sky that seems to swallow the light of the distant stars, and an eerie silence that shrouds the atmosphere like a thick, foreboding cloak.

Padmé, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty, steps off her spacecraft onto the desolate terrain, her soft, flowing robes billowing in the gusts of hot wind that whip across the landscape, stirring up the ash and dust. She has come to this forsaken world to confront her husband, Anakin Skywalker, whose fate hangs in the balance, teetering precariously between redemption and damnation. She wants to see the good in him... she truly believes there's good in him.

Unbeknownst to her, Obi-Wan has clandestinely infiltrated her vessel, determined to prevent his former apprentices from unleashing their malevolent wrath upon the galaxy. He lurks in the shadows, his gaze fixed on Padmé's slender figure as she moves towards the nearby fortress, where Anakin awaits her.

But Padmé is blind to the treacherous path that lies ahead, her heart filled with love and compassion for the man she married, the father of her unborn child. She cannot fathom that he has succumbed to the darkness, that he has embraced the very evil he swore to destroy. She walks towards her destiny, oblivious to the danger that lurks behind every shadow, every whisper, every breath.

Obi-Wan watches her go, a knot of dread coiling in his stomach, his hand tightening around the hilt of his lightsaber. He knows what must be done, the terrible sacrifice he must make to ensure that the galaxy is saved from Anakin's wrath. He steps out of the shadows, his cape rustling softly against the ground, and follows Padmé into the unknown, his heart heavy with the burden of his mission.

The stage is set, the players in place, and the fate of the galaxy hangs in the balance, as the dark forces of evil gather to wage their final, apocalyptic battle.

Anakin's heart pounds in his chest as he cradles Raina's unconscious form in his arms, his mind racing with desperate thoughts of how to keep her safe. He can feel the raw power of the Force coursing through him, a primal energy that he channels with every ounce of his being. With a determined focus, he taps into the depths of his connection to the Force, weaving a protective cocoon of energy around Raina's fragile form. In that moment, he feels a sense of purpose, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that threatens to consume him.

As he carries Raina to safety, Anakin's thoughts turn to Padmé, his beloved wife, the woman he loves with all his heart. He cannot shake the feeling of betrayal that gnaws at the edges of his mind, the sense that she has somehow been complicit in the turmoil that has torn his life apart. But even as he struggles with these conflicting emotions, a figure steps out from the shadows, his presence a silent reminder of the life that Anakin has left behind.

It is Obi-Wan Kenobi, his former master and mentor, standing as a beacon of light amidst the darkness that surrounds them. His eyes are filled with sorrow and regret as he looks upon Anakin, his voice heavy with the weight of their shared history. He offers Anakin one last chance to turn away from the path of darkness, to embrace the light that still flickers within him. But Anakin's heart is consumed by anger and bitterness, his resolve unyielding as he lashes out in defiance.

The two engage in a brutal battle, their lightsabers flashing and humming as they clash amidst the fiery landscape of Mustafar. Sparks fly as their blades meet, casting eerie shadows across the barren terrain. In a moment of desperation, Obi-Wan unleashes a devastating attack that leaves Anakin broken and defeated, his body battered and broken, his spirit shattered.

But Palpatine is not yet finished with him. With a dark and twisted smile, he reaches out with the power of the Force, drawing Anakin back from the brink of death. He saves him, but at a terrible cost. Anakin is no more, his identity consumed by the darkness that now defines him. In his place stands Darth Vader, a dark and fearsome figure, his heart filled with rage and hatred.

As Anakin's life slips away, Raina awakens to find herself in a world turned upside down. The man she loves is gone, his once bright spirit extinguished by the darkness that now consumes him. She feels a wave of despair wash over her, a sense of loss so profound that it threatens to drown her in its depths.

But there is no time for grief, no time for sorrow. Palpatine has plans for them both, plans that will reshape the galaxy in his image. With a cruel smile, he reaches out to Raina, his voice dripping with honeyed promises of power and glory. And in that moment, Raina feels something inside her shift, a coldness seeping into her soul as her memories are stripped away, replaced by a new identity, a new purpose.

She is no longer Raina Dracarys. She is Darth Nighte, a servant of darkness, a puppet of Palpatine's will. And as she stands beside Vader, she feels a strange sense of emptiness, a void where her heart once beat with love and compassion. She is a weapon now, a tool to be used and discarded at Palpatine's whim.

And so, as Vader reveals himself to her, Raina feels a surge of revulsion, a sickening sense of betrayal at the sight of the man she once loved. He is a stranger now, a twisted reflection of the man she once knew, his soul consumed by the darkness that now defines him. And as she looks into his eyes, she sees nothing but emptiness, a void where her love once dwelled.

On that day, Anakin Skywalker dies, and in his place stand two creatures of darkness, bound together by chains of hatred and despair. And as they stand together amidst the ruins of their former lives, they know that there is no turning back, no escape from the fate that awaits them. For they are slaves to the darkness now, prisoners of a power beyond their control. And in the end, they are nothing but pawns in the twisted game of fate that Palpatine has set in motion.

And on that day, not only did Anakin Skywalker lose himself, but his wife... along with his rainstorm.

In the aftermath of the fall of Anakin Skywalker and Raina Dracarys, the galaxy reels under the oppressive rule of the Sith Empire. With Darth Vader at its helm, the Empire expands its influence across the stars, crushing all who dare to oppose its iron-fisted rule. But even as Vader exerts his dominion over the galaxy as the most powerful Force wielder in history, a shadow lurks in the darkness, a figure more feared than any Sith Lord in history.

Darth Nighte, once known as Raina Dracarys, whose eyes burn with the fiery intensity of the dark side, her every movement radiating a palpable aura of menace and power. She is a being devoid of love or compassion, her heart a cold and empty void. In her hands, the power of the Force becomes a weapon of unimaginable destruction, laying waste to all who dare to stand in her way.

As the years pass, Darth Nighte's legend grows, her name whispered in hushed tones across the galaxy. She is a creature of darkness, feared by both Jedi and Sith alike, her insatiable thirst for power driving her ever onward in her quest for dominance. Her reign of terror knows no bounds, her cruelty matched only by her ruthlessness.

But even as Darth Nighte carves a path of destruction across the galaxy, Darth Vader remains haunted by the memory of the woman he once loved. Raina, his rain storm, is lost to him forever, her memories of their time together erased by the machinations of Palpatine. And though Vader rules with an iron fist, his heart is heavy with the weight of his loss.

For Vader, every victory is tinged with bitterness, every conquest a reminder of the love he has lost. He is a broken man, consumed by his grief and his guilt, his soul trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment and despair. And yet, even in his darkest moments, a flicker of humanity remains, a tiny spark of the man he once was.

But for Nighte, there is only darkness. She knows nothing of her former life as Raina Dracarys, her memories of Anakin Skywalker lost to the mists of time. She is Darth Nighte now, a creature of pure darkness, her every action driven by the insatiable hunger for power that consumes her soul. And though she may never know the pain of love or loss, she is cursed to wander the galaxy as a shadow of her former self, forever trapped in the prison of her own making.

And so, as the galaxy plunges further into darkness, Darth Vader and Darth Nighte stand as the ultimate symbols of the Sith's reign of terror. They are the masters of their domain, the rulers of a galaxy enslaved by fear and oppression. And though their paths may never cross again, their legacy will endure for eternity, a testament to the destructive power of the dark side.