The World Eater
Home... What was home? Was it the lush greenlands of a planet, a sound and tranquil ocean of a blue hue, perhaps bustling cities that came and went from one planet? Perhaps what viewed to many as what would or could be described as a normal perception of one's home. For Kyrel Ren it was the fiery hell of Mustafar that always called him back home. While over the centuries the world started to show life in forms such as the Iron Trees that had started to sprout into small forests across the hellish world and even those that revered the dark side started to colonize there. It was the dark side nexus that surrounded the dreaded castle of Darth Vader that called to him, now once a smoldering ruin that had been such for years. Along the iron forests around it still showed scars of a great battle that took place. Skeletons lined the ground covered in ash, a mixture of what Ren disciples he had, First Imperial troopers bound to him by fear and zealotry, and the Alzemic cultists at his beck and call. Even the ground was littered with Jedi bodies who died trying to bring the First Imperial Warlord to justice.
Now he had been back, after so long since he was approached by the Maw for the conquests and promises of power to beheld at his very finger tips. Even walking on the hot ash ridden ground. He contemplated what was power? Was it to be only an errand boy with the command of soldiers at one's beck and call? Was it to serve a greater master and like a dog when behaved properly would only be rewarded with scraps from the head table? No such things were not power... They were but an illusion of it, an illusion of power when the truth was only servitude and nothing more. Kyrel had often felt these things. Many times has he served first it was to the First Order, those of which he kept behind a pecking order of sorts yet restrained as more of a blunt instrument rather than possess the will to take such power, and when he tried was only stopped for a brief time by a man who he saw once as a God, and beings who only deserved his disgust and his contempt for those that did not wield the Force he was nothing more than a lap dog too. It was then to the Sith Empire of whom he had seen as those that had long since past his own vision for the dark side, his own vision tied to the barbaric Knights of Ren. Now it had come to the Brotherhood of Maw. While yes promises were always made yet he found himself in the same position he always had been all his life.
The ground trembled with each heavy step the Master of Ren took on his way to the ruins. The voice in his head since the fall of the First Order was once a whisper. One that had beckoned to him from beyond known space, one that had taken various forms from Lord Vader, Sieger Ren, Kylo Ren. Voices of the dead that had taunted him over the years in faint echoes yet had yearned for him to seek it out. When he had found the Maw. He was getting closer to the source, and as of late it had boomed in his head. Shouting at him to stop serving and to take power. His feet stopped before the slow crumbling obsidian walls of the castle. With each slow step that he took inside the now magma flooded Fortress. He recalled his memories of how for a time he was alone here. At times he found even peace and tranquility within the darkness of the man he saw as a God. Walking deeper he took a crudely pair of stairs made with the Force to lead down to the catacombs. Even now the voice spoke to him in silent whispers touching his mind. Even in death the voice spoke to him, even overpowering the commands of his Sith Necromancer creators. It was always the same, to take it all for himself. To at last show the galaxy that he was a threat to be feared.
Careful to avoid the lava river that had now flowed freely through the castle. It had only took a time until he found the heart of the Fortress, a Sith Cave of sorts. The catacombs itself was once the ruins of a Sith Temple that had surrounded the world, the cave marked in Ancient Sith writing. Ironic that Kyrel for all intents and purposes despised the Sith, yet in some ways he was much like them only in their primal and savage form. Not bound by the rules or codes they had so carefully constructed to stop the endless infighting but to seek destruction of all life around him. To subjugate the weak, and if they would not serve they would die. This was his vision for the galaxy. Stepping forth, the cave was in itself a ruin, the monoliths that had lined the room in a state that was damaged following Kyrel's attempt during the siege by the Jedi to follow and perfect what Vader once done by opening a hole into the Force through the power the Castle provided all around.
His hands touched the monolith that lied to a decayed state on the ground. As soon as his gloved hands touched the Monolith, it was as if the wound in the force's signature magnified. Those that called to the darkness be it light or dark users alike would feel his presence even parsecs away. In an instant Kyrel was surrounded by shadow, thick smoke was cloaked around him as the monoliths seemed to simply vanish. The Elder Ren looked around as if disturbed for a moment. What came next was a serious of images. A voice reached out and spoke to him. "Come and See." What he beheld first was the map of the galaxy. The Maw starting as a spark in the Unknown Regions, but with the galaxy distracted by other threats, slowly started to engulf the Unknown Regions. It only continued to spiral as he saw what he thought impossible. A moon that had eclipsed the sun of a world, and in an instant the world destroyed by a flash of green light. The Death Star? Something else? Such an image kept Kyrel in shock and awe? Yet that was only the first of what was shown to him.
The next images that were shown in the cloud of mist and smoke was ones that had tantalized him and yet were skeptical. It was the Master of Ren himself with the bodies of the Heathen Priests lying at his feet, with the masses of the barbaric army of the Maw chanting his name... With Kyrel as if he was the devil sat on a throne surrounded by magma, like the magma that surrounded this very castle. The images only continued with Kyrel directing the Maw to go further into the galaxy. To go forth and conquer not just simply as raiders but to continue the great journey under his own stewardship. Killing and converting all those that came in his path. Images came in a more rapid motion images that provoked death of trillons and the enslavement of those that followed the barbaric armies before ending with him staring at the black holes of the maw itself wondering where they led beyond. If they led to a promised land that the heathen priests themselves thought.
It all came to an end in an instant, with Kyrel not on the ground, his knees collapsing from being in the midst of a powerful force vision. His aura projected to those that called to the world and knew of the shape of the things that were to come soon. Perplexed by what he saw. He asked aloud as if speaking to the ghost inside his head. "Will.. Will it all be mine? No... I will have it all... I will take it all... I must!" He said at first with a mixture of doubt, and reassurance. Unaware that the great work in the unknown regions would soon come to pass, and was curious if there were others that shared in the vision, for when he sent it out. He felt others in the force who saw such death and destruction, but was it only a vision or a reality. With the Force such things were hard to tell yet he would soon find out if there were others who had seen what he saw, as he stood up composing himself from the powerful nightmare of a force vision.