Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Malachor V, Ruins of the Trayus Academy
He had ventured down into what remained of the Trayus core as a man, but he would return as something more. His journey had finally come to end. Hunts for knowledge so ancient that most of the galaxy didn't even caught a glimpse of it. Metal forged into a shell for his power, an anchor that would bind him to this plane of existence once he would take the step above it. Here in the darkness of Malachor, the world he had ruled for quite a while before the fall, Darth Nihilus had been reborn into the Lord of Hunger, and here in the darkness of Malachor Darth Abyss would be reborn as the Mindeater, a name not longer just a title but a state of being deeply etched into his very nature.
The sith lord stood on a plateau, as close to the broken worlds core as possible, feeling the echoes of the many deaths that Malachor had caused, the immense darkness that had once made others into literal wounds in the force. In front of him stood the armor he had forged, lacking only a few key parts. First the crown on his head was lifted from below his hood, landing on the metal skull of his new body. Then followed the robe he was shrouded in, the same he wore since becoming a sith. He have his boney, pale and human hands a last look, before taking his mask of, placing it on the armor as well.
Almost naked he took a deep breath. This what he had waited for. Waited for so long, that he almost forget when it started. The path to transcendence had been walked to its end. But like any end it was a new beginning. With that thought, the soul, the spirit, the pure dark essence of Abyss, once called Atton, was ripped from his body, and clawed itself into the armor, while his flesh dropped to the ground.
For a second there was only darkness.
Then a slight echo in the force.
Then a dark awakening that would resound through the force far beyond the boarders of this world.
Many had been part of his quest. His master [member="Darth Ophidia"] stood besides him when he stepped into the nether the first time, [member="Aria Vale"] and [member="Connor Harrison"] had been with him when he uncovered long lost secrets about a altered version of essence transfer, [member="Darth Lykos"] had offered his skill when creating the armor. Others had stood besides him as well, not directly involved in his search but still a helping hand in his rise. People like [member="Krest"], or his apprentice [member="Serenity Loveheart"]. There was also [member="Miss Blonde"], the only one of those close to him that would be rather unhappy with his evolution. They all would feel the echo.
Soundless steps moved him through the ruins of the ancient academy, no longer flesh and bones, but only twisted metal and pure darkness. Past, present and future all sorted into a single vision, his sense sharper than anything before, the void of his mind wider and emptier than ever before. The abyss had opened a final time, and a being had emerged from it closer to a god than to a man. And whoever would try to stand against him now would suffer.
He had ventured down into what remained of the Trayus core as a man, but he would return as something more. His journey had finally come to end. Hunts for knowledge so ancient that most of the galaxy didn't even caught a glimpse of it. Metal forged into a shell for his power, an anchor that would bind him to this plane of existence once he would take the step above it. Here in the darkness of Malachor, the world he had ruled for quite a while before the fall, Darth Nihilus had been reborn into the Lord of Hunger, and here in the darkness of Malachor Darth Abyss would be reborn as the Mindeater, a name not longer just a title but a state of being deeply etched into his very nature.
The sith lord stood on a plateau, as close to the broken worlds core as possible, feeling the echoes of the many deaths that Malachor had caused, the immense darkness that had once made others into literal wounds in the force. In front of him stood the armor he had forged, lacking only a few key parts. First the crown on his head was lifted from below his hood, landing on the metal skull of his new body. Then followed the robe he was shrouded in, the same he wore since becoming a sith. He have his boney, pale and human hands a last look, before taking his mask of, placing it on the armor as well.
Almost naked he took a deep breath. This what he had waited for. Waited for so long, that he almost forget when it started. The path to transcendence had been walked to its end. But like any end it was a new beginning. With that thought, the soul, the spirit, the pure dark essence of Abyss, once called Atton, was ripped from his body, and clawed itself into the armor, while his flesh dropped to the ground.
For a second there was only darkness.
Then a slight echo in the force.
Then a dark awakening that would resound through the force far beyond the boarders of this world.
Many had been part of his quest. His master [member="Darth Ophidia"] stood besides him when he stepped into the nether the first time, [member="Aria Vale"] and [member="Connor Harrison"] had been with him when he uncovered long lost secrets about a altered version of essence transfer, [member="Darth Lykos"] had offered his skill when creating the armor. Others had stood besides him as well, not directly involved in his search but still a helping hand in his rise. People like [member="Krest"], or his apprentice [member="Serenity Loveheart"]. There was also [member="Miss Blonde"], the only one of those close to him that would be rather unhappy with his evolution. They all would feel the echo.
Soundless steps moved him through the ruins of the ancient academy, no longer flesh and bones, but only twisted metal and pure darkness. Past, present and future all sorted into a single vision, his sense sharper than anything before, the void of his mind wider and emptier than ever before. The abyss had opened a final time, and a being had emerged from it closer to a god than to a man. And whoever would try to stand against him now would suffer.
