Chapter 64: Hiatus and New Story Sample
Hiatus Time!
Yay. Writer''s block. I have too much stuff crowding my head. That part of My head that connects to the void I draw the content of Reincarnator''s Tavern from is blocked off by traffic jams from all the other stuff demanding to be released from its prisons through the interface that is my brain. I need to get it out of the way before it lets me continue here. I am sorry. It might be a while before the next chapteres out.
As an apology, here is one of the things I pulled out of my head. This is the crazy story I referenced I might start at the end of Mutant Obscurus Gamer.
This Story is rated M, not for seggs, but for random acts of horrible brutality. There will be zero seggs.
Do not read if you don''t like Dark Humor. This is a Dark Humor Crack fic with an interesting plot. I actually had this idea long before the Tavern and thetter inherited a few ideas from this story, but I couldn''t put all the pieces together and eventually moved on. But now that I am done with Mutant Obscurus, I am tempted to restart it.
Chapter 1 The Lord of Madness
Beautiful. I may be crazy, but I can still appreciate beauty. The wall of the spherical room I''ve gathered my seven apprentices in is lined from top to bottom with rows of crystals that sparkle and shine with greater beauty than the Gxy itself. Though perhaps it is biased as I am the one who created this spectacle.
These are not ordinary crystals of course, but Kyber Crystals I seeded into the walls, long, long ago. This room can be considered my masterpiece, my greatest achievement to date. Perhaps I am not the only one in the Gxy who knows how to grow Kyber Crystals, but I have some certainty that I am the first to naturally grow them into a formation diagram.
There are many Sith who know how to use a Kyber Crystal to create a weapon that can channel the power of the Force to great and destructive ends. What many Jedi forget or choose to ignore is that the Lightsaber itself is a Sith invention the Jediter modified to feel less evil. Pansies.
However, this room is something else entirely. Because the seeded Kyber Crystals grew here from scratch and fused together over time, the entire formation is seamless without a single crack or edge. Getting the Crystals to naturally grow into such a formation was something that required decades of experiments to learn and centuries to achieve.
"You know you''re mad, right?" My favorite apprentice of this batch, an old human woman with grey hair asked aloud.
After chuckling a bit, I answered, "I do hope you can survive the shock of this revtion, but you are not the first to tell me this."
The gray-haired woman and her fellow apprenticesughed or snorted in amusement at the jest at my expense. None of them were at all bothered that today, they were all going to die. Why should they? Each was over a century old and had lived long, good lives. Moreover, they knew that today wasing from the moment I took them in. It is unlikely they would have lived as long or did as much without me, as most were little more than ves or worse when I picked them up.
Each of my apprentices is what others would call, a Jedi Master. The Light Side of the Force lived within them, strong and pure.
I have seven apprentices at the moment. It was a good number. I liked how pointless it was. Few if anything real came in sevens. Its great and glorious meaning came from how many things were pointlessly sorted or divided into groups of seven. People gave it meaning by doing so and then used this meaning to justify the act of doing it more. It is a self-perpetuating mind trick.
A former apprentice of mine once pointed out that I was wrong because the rainbow had seven colors. I was quite disappointed in him. Other than the color ck, every color exists in a rainbow as long as the''s sr star is white rather than red or blue. The reason a rainbow is divided into seven colors is that the value of the number seven existed before the dividing of colors, so seven''s imaginary value actually predated the universal identification of the colors of the rainbow on manys.
In order to educate my former apprentice and grant him a greater appreciation of the wider color spectrum, I branded the name of each color into his skin. Too bad it didn''t take. My former apprentice onlysted until periwinkle before dying of trauma.
Not that I mind people telling me I am wrong. In fact, the opposite is true. I love to argue. But if the one who tells me I am wrong does so with a poor foundation, then I may decide to get creative when ites to shoring up said foundation so that our next argument will be more productive. Should said person survive my lessons, I''m confident they will never forget them.
Few if any would believe the Jedi Masters gathered here are my students. The unrestrained darkness around me gives away to any with the slightest sensitivity that I am a Sith. However, I am not a member of Kaan''s Brotherhood of Darkness. In fact, I do believe after thest time I encountered the currently crowned Dark Lord of the Sith, the interaction resulted in a bounty being ced on my head that is five timesrger if I am brought back to him alive rather than dead. Hehe, I imagine he was just upset that after breaking into his house, I reced all of the tools at his research station withrge ck dildos.
Though not famous for any acts of atrocity, I happen to be quite well known in the Gxy for my acts of audacity. No Sith would dare im to have performed a meager fraction of the feats I have aplished in my centuries of life.
I have long since forgotten my name, and even my past is iffy at best. I''m certain I have it written down somewhere, but I keep forgetting where I put it because it''s not important. As for my identity, I was gifted the title, Darth Abyss, Lord of Madness. I''m certain it''s supposed to be an insult, but I''ve grown quite fond of it. A title is something a Sith''s Master usually gives them, but I never had a Master, so I had to make due.
One of the two reasons I was granted this title has to do with all the times I''ve encountered Sith Spirits who have tried to possess me. For some reason, each and every time they enter my body and try to take over my mind, they instantly give up and flee my body, usually while screaming in terror. I''m certain they''ve been talking about me behind my back. How rude.
I''ll admit that I am not sane of course. Sanity is highly overrated and I have never seen anyone brag about being sane, so I have no reason to feel ashamed that the collective Sith Empire of tens of millions of the craziest people in the Gxy unanimously agreed that I''m the craziest one of them all.
I used to be sane of course, but that didn''tst very long. I was born with the gift of Psychometry, a force power that cannot be trained. You either have it or you don''t. What I never understood until it was toote was that the strength of the effect of my gift was on another levelpared to others.
If someone with normal Psychometry touched a musical instrument, they might have a fleeting vision of someone who once yed it. When I touched it, I would know exactly how to y all the songs that were most frequently yed using it. When I touched abination lock, I could clearly see the person who set thebination. This worked too for security terminals, password-protectedputers, and secret doors as well.
However, the amount of information I could gain with the object or even the person I touched that had anything to do with the Force was far greater than normal objects. I didn''t discover this until it was toote. Not long after being found by the Jedi and taken to the Jedi Temple, I found the secret passage to the Jedi Vault and used my gift to discover how to open it. I guess it can be said that I died that day, because going overboard and biting off more than I could chew doesn''te close to describing what I went through. The first time I touched something within, I guess you could say I became drunk. So much knowledge in such a young mind without the proper training on how to process or configure it. I was not in the best of mindsets and rather than leave and digest what I had learned, I proceeded to use my gift on each and every piece within.
It must be known that all Jedi and Sith Holocrons have Gatekeepers, built-in guardians who prevent the unworthy from essing the information within. A skilled Force user could rip the knowledge from the Holocron without gaining permission from the Gatekeeper. I didn''t need to even open the Holocron, one touch was all that was required and I would gain the equivalent of the understanding of the Force that the one who made the Holocron possessed.
The Jedi Vault had numerous holocrons made by countless Jedi Masters, but it also contained Sith Holocrons as well. It even contained an assortment of Sith Artifacts and though each was held behind a security pin-locked case, that certainly did little to stop me from getting my hands on them.
It would be safe to say whoever I was died that day. I was a boy too young to shave yet I had taken thousands of years worth of knowledge from both the Light and Dark Sides of the Force. Things were quite blurry after that and by the time the pieces in my head had repositioned themselves into what could be called a mind, I had taken my Master''s life as a Sith Sacrifice and be a Sith.
What probably broke me was that I had gained intimate knowledge of the ideals of the Jedi and the Sith and those two werepletely ipatible. If I had taken them slowly through learning the content through the Gatekeeper, this would not be a problem, but I had done the equivalent of jamming my head with the voices and ideals of hundreds of people, many of whom never saw eye to eye and all of them were speaking to me at all times.
After somewhat digesting most of what I had gained, I started on my path to seek the peak of knowledge and power. The reason I had be a Sith was simply because there was no path to the peak of power for a Jedi. In fact, Jedi don''t really have any power. Jedi enve themselves to the Force, and in return, the Force gives them their power, so even if a Jedi existed who could defeat every Sith in the Gxy, the power he possessed would not be his own, but what was being lent to him in exchange for his envement.
There were three general ways to interact with the Force. The first was to enve yourself to it as the Jedi do. The second was to enve the Force to your own will as the Sith do. And the third was to have a give-and-take rtionship with the Force, which is the path that those who call themselves Gray Jedi follow.
During my first few decades, I purely followed the path of the Sith. I used my desires and emotions to strengthen my will and enforce my will on the Force itself, ripping it away from the will of the living Force and dominating it to my own will to be used as I saw fit.
Seeking more knowledge, I used my Psychometry to bypass any security measures and break into many secretive locations including the homes and vaults of many Sith. I used Psychometry on every journal, Holocron, and Artifact within. Exar Kun''s Lightsaber, Tk Hord''s Armor, Aleema Keto''s robe, the Amulet of Kra, and hundreds of Sith Holocrons fell prey to my gift. Good thing too, many of the vaults and tombs I''ve raided were emptied or destroyedter, so there are pieces of information that only exist within my mind. Somewhere. I''m sure it''s in there somewhere.
It took centuries, but after understanding the legacies of so many Sith, I discovered that Sith were always destined to die. The reason? Every time they enved the Force, a Debt toward the Force umted in their name. As the Debt increased, the Force would cause the Gxy itself to turn against the Sith. The only way to survive was to be even stronger, staying ahead of the will of the Force. This is why Sith who grow stronger live quite long while those who stagnate always die.
Gray Jedi got around this by listening to the Will of the Force and doing deeds asked of them by the Force which bnced the Debts they umted when using the Dark Side.
This was not something I would emte. Sith do notpromise. Sith do not take a step back or negotiate.
However, just because I have no intention of paying my Debt to the Force, does not mean I can''t get others to pay my Debt for me. I figured out a way to pay off all my Debt without losing anything. In fact, I even gain more from this measure than I lose.
All I had to do was look for a few Force Sensitives and train them into proper Light Side enved Jedi. Their future services towards the Force initiated thanks to my training, bnced my Debt, and yet each one was taught to be loyal to the Force second and me first. So with each student, my Debt was lessened and I lost nothing, yet gained a valuable, loyal minion.
Taking and actually training powerful ves of the Force is the second reason I was granted the title, Lord of Madness. They simply don''t understand my brilliance. That, or they are simply mad that some of my apprentices in the past have defeated many a powerful Sith and even a Sith Lord or two.
Using my umted wealth of knowledge, I have spent thest few centuries performing experiments to raise thepatibility of a body of flesh and the Dark Side of the Force.
I''ve long since mastered a basic trick for life extension. I''ve taken the knowledge of Cloning from the Kaminoans and a number of other groups and have mastered the basics of Essence Transfer. Clones have weaknesses of course, but I''ve gotten around this by farming Droch. Droch are life essence parasites, and from a mature Droch I can harvest Life Elixir, the distilled essence of the lives of the countless prey a mature Droch has feasted upon over their lifetime. Using psychometry to mimic Dark Transfer, I can inject refined Life Elixir into my clone and direct it to any weak points, granting the clone health and vitality not possible under ordinary circumstances. Then it is a simple matter of using Essence Transfer to move from one body to the next. Through the overpowered strength of my psychometry, I can mimic several other Force powers such as Dark Transfer, Shatterpoint, Life Drain, and many others.
However, my research hase to a dead end. Sith can, over time, allow their bodies to adapt to the corrosive nature of the Dark Side, but the stronger the power a Sith channels, the greater the corrosion. No matter how well a Sith''s body adapts, I''ve determined there is an upper limit of the flesh. The true power of the Dark Side is something the Sith will never truly know, for if one was able to channel even a fragment of its true power, the Dark Side would turn their bodies into dust.
This was not eptable. So what if I be more powerful than any other Sith? The Light Side could just grant a servant more power than my fleshy body could sustain and that Jedi could use it to overpower and kill me.
I''ve taken samples of species that are biologically immortal and species that thrive on the power of the Dark Side. However, all the Sith Sorcery and Sith Alchemy and medical knowledge I''ve taken from the Republic and even the Rakata''s Infinite Empire was unable to create a body that could adapt perfectly to any concentration of the Dark Side. There was always a limit.
Still, Sith are stubborn.
Since I was unable to create a body that could perfectly sustain the Dark Side, then I will have to find one. This ritual chamber I''ve created will do just that.
To my Jedi apprentices, I give onest look and order, "Begin the ritual."
"Yes, Master," they all intone. Obedience to my will first and the Force second was always the priority while training them. Should any ever disobey or betray me, I would not feel sorrow. Instead, I would enjoy the musical sound of their screams as I slowly and methodically removed their spine. Luckily for them, I am an excellent, if mildly unconventional and moderately unorthodox, teacher of the Light Side of the Force. After all, I don''t pretend to know what it is and teach around the truth hoping the student won''t wise up and realize they are giving up their future and free will. I inform the children I find of this truth directly and only train them after they have sworn to be a ve to my will and the Will of the Force.
Most I''ve found are little better than ves regardless and bing the ve of a powerful Master while also gaining the chance to be trained to be powerful themselves was not an offer they were in any position to refuse. Their connection to the Light Side does weaken when they follow mymands over the Will of the Force, but other than not killing me and gathering information throughout the Gxy for me, I rarely call upon my minions for assistance so that is not an issue thates up frequently.
This batch of seven have never been given an order that went against the Will of the Force during the entire time I''ve taught them. This ensures their connection to the Light Side of the Force is at the very peak which is a requirement of this ritual.
All seven called upon the power of the Light Side of the Force and together they manifested it into an enormous pir of light that surrounded me. This was a Jedi technique called Wall of Light. It was used to sever and seal a person or object''s connection to the Dark Side. A grand majority of Jedi Masters cannot use this ability because it requires a stronger connection to the Light Side than they are willing to serve under. This is not a problem for my students because I don''t hold back on the conditioning and brainwashing required for a Force user to deeply connect with the Light Side. Those Temple-trained Jedi always pretend that Light Side training is not brainwashing and conditioning, so the brainwashing and mental conditioning they use on their own disciples is always done in a half-assed way.
When the Light Side forces its way into each and every cell of my being, I do not resist, the Dark Side is slowly cut away from my senses as the Force itself extends beyond my reach. Although I do not resist, I am still wrecked with pain.
For all Sith, the Dark Side is a drug that forces the user to constantly take more and more. Of course, if you point out the irony that the Sith who im to enve the Force to their will are themselves enved by their addiction to it, you''ll likely end up a roasted, electrified corpse. In either case, having the Force cut away from me was much like a lifelong addict going through a deadly case of withdrawal while also being roasted by fire and fried with lightning. I have never before felt so much pain. It is quite educational. To think such pain was possible. There is always something to learn, isn''t there?
It did not end here of course. The usage of such a massive amount of Light Side energy sparked the formation formed from Kyber Crystals on the wall, causing them to glow brightly in a cascading reaction that built upon itself. The Pir of light caused the Kyber Crystals to glow brightly which caused the pir of light to glow even brighter in an unending loop. Mere moments after its activation, the center of the sphere where I stood glowed with the blinding intensity of a star. What was forming here was something that had never been achieved in the history of the Gxy. An artificial Light Side Nexus.
After the Force has beenpletely cut away from me, my body begins to glow as the light of the room, the light of the Force, and the light of the Nexus itself is channeled through my apprentices into my body. Each of them seems to age decades as the seconds pass by. This ritual will cost each of them their lives, but my servants perform their duties to the letter as they have been taught to do since the day I took them in.
My body burns away entirely leaving my soul as a barrier of light forms around what''s left of my existence.
In the next instant, everything is gone and the light of the room fades as each of my apprentices falls lifelessly to the ground. My soul is surrounded by light and is being sent directly into the Force where this barrier will protect my soul until the conditions are right. Those with a connection to the Dark Side cannot be one with the Force, their souls go to the Chaos when they die which is why my connection had to be severed before my soul was removed and shielded.
As I enter the Force, I can see into the distant Gxy. I can see all of the Sith and their immeasurable Debts have been called to Auratera. I can see a n in motion. All the Sith will die save one who will start a new order. I smile at this, sending myself into the Force has spared me from their fates. I can''t wait to see what the Sith make of themselves once I return.
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In the basement of an ancient, ominous house were an elderly woman, an old man, and a very young woman, with thetter clearly in the process of giving birth. The only other being in the room was a short gray creature that wore a sack instead of clothes.
The basement floor was covered in ritual circles that guaranteed a one-way trip to the worst prison on the if they had been discovered, but the family didn''t care. This was more important.
The elder woman held the hand of the young woman giving birth while the old man held a book in his hands while reciting line after line of a forbidden incantation.
The older man was 79 years old and the elder woman was 54 years of age. The woman giving birth was much younger, at 19 years of age. She was a frail thing and seemed to grow pale through the ordeal.
The old man was Arcturus ck III, Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of ck. The old woman was his daughter-inw, Walburga ck, who was also the daughter of his cousin. And the paling young woman giving birth was Noza Lestrange, the little sister of Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, and the youngest of the Lestrange siblings.
The events leading up to that night urred nine months prior. The Heir of the ck Family, Regulus Orion ck, went missing and through magic, it was determined that he was dead. His father, Orion Arcturus ck, died of grief shortly thereafter. This meant the only remaining son of the ck family was Sirius Orion ck. However, Sirius had turned his backpletely upon the ck family traditions and had been removed from the Family Tapestry, removing him from the family itself, and leaving the ck family with no male Heir.
To the Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of ck, this could not be tolerated. He made a deal with the Head of the Ancient House of Lestrange for Noza Lestrange. Daughters of the Lestrange family were, more often than not, well known for their fragility and usually used as breeding stock. Noza''s health was not particrly good even for a Lestrange and she had not even attended Hogwarts. She knew her fate and when a chance was given to leave a legacy, she took that chance willingly.
Though dead, it was not difficult to find some hair of Regulus, and using the ancient knowledge stored in one of the old family Grimoires, it was possible to use magic and give Regulus a son after his passing. Through the deal of the cks and Lestranges, Noza would be dered Regulus''s wife prior to his death, thus ensuring the strength of the child''s im to the seat of Heir ck.
Had things been different, Arcturus may not have decided on this route. But as it was, he could not sit idly by and do nothing. His grandson and heir had been killed by Voldemort, the very Dark Lord that Regulus had sworn his loyalty to. With Regulus dead, the position of ck Family Heir would fall to the next son of his granddaughters, all of whom were either married to a servant of the treacherous Dark Lord or had been removed from the Family Tapestry and the line of session.
Rodolphus himself was a loyal servant of Voldemort and was unaware of the true purpose of Lord ck''s request. Arcturus would not tell him. Far too many of the old families had been tricked by this madman who called himself a Lord.
The ritual chamber started humming and the etched formation lines started to glow a deep, blood red. Arcturus was almost caught off guard by this. The ritual light should glow scarlet red, not blood red. Moreover, the brightness was far greater than the dim light the ritual''s effect should in fact produce. However, he could feel its thrumming power. He could feel that for some reason, it seemed to be even stronger than it should have been. This was a good thing.
The ritual had a number of effects, but the main effect was to sacrifice the life of the mother to strengthen the life and magic of the child. This was magic older than Hogwarts herself, ancient magic that had not been used in centuries. The reason it had not been used in so long was because the mother had to sacrifice her life willingly and no one was willing to do so in modern times.
Noza knew she was not likely to survive giving birth in the first ce and even if she did, she would notst much longer after the birth. Instead of dying a worthless death, was it not better to willingly give up her life to empower her child? A child with the purest lineage who would be the Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of ck? Her sacrifice may never be written down, but her legacy would live on.
Walburga impassionately watched the blood-red light swirl around the mother of her grandchild and after a few moments, enter the young woman''s flesh. This was a calcted risk. The ritual to seed the child of the dead did not have the best track record for producing powerful Wizards. In order to mitigate this fact, Arcturus decided to use it together with the Mother''s Sacrifice Ritual to empower the child, regardless of the fact that the two rituals had never been used together before.
Once the red streams of light settled into the mother''s body, Walburga gave her a potion to drink and with trepidation, the former Lestrange took it and downed the potion in a single movement. She nced over to the eyes of Walburga and saw a flicker of respect. Noza was happy with that, she had not hesitated and herst act had at least gained her Mother-in-Law''s approval.
In the next moment, Noza ck nee Lestrange couldn''t help but scream. Her body aged rapidly as her skin withered and cracked. Her voice turned raw and soon she lost the ability to even speak, releasing only a silent scream of agony as her body was wreathed in pain worse than the cruciatus curse could ever inflict. Herst thought was the sincere wish that her sacrifice was enough to strengthen her son and that he would grow up to do great things.
Walburga''s wand waved and several incantations were spoken. The child was removed via magic from his dead mother and for the first time, Walburga and Arcturus were able to see the face of their Heir. The moment they saw him, both were shocked. His meager tuft of hair shifted in color from silver to red to ck. The child was a Metamorphmagus.
After collecting themselves, the pair inspected the Heir and confirmed it was true. Walburga was pleased, but not as pleased as Arcturus. The origin of the Metamorphmagus was a secret written in the ck Family Grimoire and known only to the Head of the ck Family. It was a trait only ever seen within those who carried the blood of the ck family, though it had not shown itself in any True member of the House of ck in centuries.
Simply put, the Metamorphmagus was a result of centuries worth of umtions of dark magic rituals. Although not spoken of in politepany, it was generally known among the stronger factions that overuse of Dark Magic corroded the mind and body of the user. Rituals could dy this, but never prevent it outright.
Families that routinely practiced Dark Magic were often physically and mentally weaker than others. There were some who believed that the weakening of pure-blood magical families was due to inbreeding, but the wiser members actually thought that it was actually due to the corrosive nature of Dark Magic in the genealogy. Not that they could share such knowledge outright.
Almost every single one of the darkest families had fallen over the centuries, with a single exception, the ck Family. How did they survive? It was because of the Metamorphmagus. Believed to be an amalgamation of the inheritance of all the Dark Magic resistance rituals of their ancestors, the first Metamorphmagus showed high resistance to the corrosive nature of Dark Magic and easily adapted with only a few simple rituals. The adaptability of the Metamorphmagus was inherited by their descendants, even if the gift of shifting form did not present itself. A Metamorphmagus or two was usually born into the ck Family every century or so and were used to clean their blood of the inherent weakness brought by the family''s overuse of Dark Magic.
Some were born outside the ck family over the centuries, but that was only because they had ck Family Ancestry as well. Even if one was born outside the ck Family, the gift would be lost within a generation or two and never re-emerge without fresh blood from the ck Family due to certain family magics. Can''t share a good thing too much after all.
The problem was that one had not been born into the ck Family in almost two hundred years, and many members of the youngest generation of the ck Family were not as resistant to Dark Magic as their ancestors, so overusing Dark Magic from the ck Family Grimoire would corrode their minds and bodies easily. His oldest granddaughter was a perfect example of this, while her two sisters maintained their rationale by avoiding the heavy use of Dark Magic.
There was in fact a new Metamorphmagus born recently. His middle granddaughter had married a muggleborn and had a daughter that possessed this gift, but as she was not Pure Blood, she was not a ck, and would never be allowed ess to the ck Family Magics.
The presence of this gift in the Heir ensured that the Noble and Most Ancient House of ck would rise once more and take its rightful ce as the head of the Dark Families throughout Britain.
The gray-skinned creature spoke for the first time, "What will be the young master''s name?"
Arcturus calmly stated, "Rigel. Rigel Regulus ck."
The baby itself looked around and couldn''t help but lock eyes on the corpse of his mother. Completely unlike a normal baby, the child thought to himself in an unknownnguage, "Born of the dead? Well, I seem to be off to a great start so far. Hahaha hahaha!"
*Author''s Note*
One of the reasons I''m tempted to do this idea is because there are not nearly enough INSANE MC stories out there.
Again, if I do go through with this, there will be no harem or seggs. There will be a lot of psychological maniption, torture, and face pping though. Just imagine Rigel and Malfoy in the same room and you''ll get an idea. It will also be a Greater Good Dumbledore, because having an Evil MC destroy a Greater Good Dumbledore is always fun to read.