2625, War in the Northern Territory
Darth Sidious frowned. "You know this person?"
Gethzerion said, "Do you know about the Trinity?"
"There are countless theories and legends regarding the nature of the Force. Whether it was the Old Sith Empire or the Dark Side exiles, their exploration of the Force's essence always led back to one point—the Trinity." Darth Sidious spoke in a deep voice. "Including my master, Darth Pregas. He sought to interpret the Force through materialist theory, and in the end, he too reduced it to the infinite—the aperion—the soul—the anima—and the spirit—the pneuma. That was also a Trinity."
Gethzerion said coldly, "I once met someone who claimed to have seen the essence of the Force. There were three people: one represented the Dark Side, one the Light Side, and the other... was the Force itself. And the one representing the Dark Side often appeared as a pale, bald man."
"And what does that prove?" Darth Sidious said. "You mean the corpse controlled by the Archangel of Death is the Dark Side of the Force?"
"If he defeated you so easily, then only such an existence could be possible." Gethzerion let out a strange laugh. "Hehehehe... No wonder you came crawling to me in such a miserable state. So Tang Xiao got the better of you? Hehehehe..."
"But if, as you say, the corpse controlled by the Archangel of Death is one of the Trinity, then why would he be a corpse? If he truly is the Force itself, how could he have died?" Darth Sidious snorted.
"I did not come here to answer your questions, His Majesty the Emperor." Gethzerion mocked. "Now, tell me what you intend to do."
"I want you to help me kill the Archangel of Death," Darth Sidious said gravely.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Gethzerion burst