Sith Rituals

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the opulent chamber, dancing on the polished metal of Darth Jadus's throne.Darth Jadus, standing at a height of 6 feet 2 inches, cuts an imposing figure. His body, encased in sleek metal plates and armor, appears to be sculpted from the darkest obsidian. His face, replaced long ago with a featureless metal mask, glints menacingly in the dim light. The mask covers his entire head, save for two small, glowing red eyes that seem to peer into the souls of those who dare cross his path. His hands are adorned with razor-sharp metal claws, while his feet are encased in heavy armored boots. He wears the traditional Sith robes, but they appear more like a suit of armor than garments, with countless leather straps and buckles holding them in place. The fabric of the robes themselves seems to shimmer with an aura of malice and malevolence. . Krayt, his towering figure draped in the dark robes of a Sith, stood before his Master, his crimson eyes reflecting the fire's flickering light. He was lean and muscular, his pale skin taut over a frame honed by years of relentless training. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence broken only by the soft hiss of the ancient Sith holocron nestled in Jadus's hand.

'You were born with it, Krayt,' Jadus began, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the chamber. 'The Force, it pulsed through you like a beacon, its power undeniable.' He paused, his gaze piercing Krayt's, 'But you were destined for more than the path the Jedi would have forced upon you. You were destined for greatness, for dominion, for the power of the Sith.'

Krayt's hand tightened around the hilt of his lightsaber, a single-bladed weapon that he had honed to razor sharpness. He knew his past well; it's not his past but the past of this person's body he was now in,which made Krayt think about his life as Kyle but now he had to embrace this, the whispers of his power that had drawn the Jedi to his homeworld, the cruel twist of fate that had separated him from his family. He had embraced the darkness, finding solace in Jadus's teachings, in the raw, unfettered power of the dark side.

'The Jedi, they are blind,' Jadus continued, his voice laced with disdain. 'They cling to their ideals, their pathetic adherence to a tired, broken system. They reject the true nature of the Force, its power, its potential. But you, Krayt, you are different. You have the strength to break free from their shackles, to forge your own destiny.'

He gestured with his hand, a wave of the dark side energy that caused the holocron in his hand to glow with an eerie pulsating light. "And I have chosen you, Krayt. To be my apprentice, to walk the path of the Sith alongside me."

Jadus rose from his throne, his imposing frame towering above Krayt. 'I have prepared a gift for you,' he said, his voice a chilling whisper, 'A gift that will help you on your path.' He gestured again, and four lightsabers materialized before Krayt, each a testament to the ancient Sith art of weaponry.

One was a crossguard, its twin blades emanating from a central hilt, offering a formidable defense against multiple attackers. Another was a single-bladed lightsaber, its elegant design speaking of a focus on precision and speed. The third was a double-bladed lightsaber, its twin blades dancing in a deadly ballet, offering unparalleled offensive power. And the final lightsaber, the one that caught Krayt's attention, was a double-sided crossguard, a weapon of unmatched brutality, its four blades radiating a dark, menacing aura.

'Choose wisely, Krayt,' Jadus said, his gaze intense. 'The choice will define your future.'

Krayt's eyes danced over the lightsabers, his hand reaching out, drawn to the double-sided crossguard saber. He felt its power, its raw untamed energy, resonating with his own. This was a weapon for a Sith who dared to embrace the darkness, a symbol of his untamed rage and relentless pursuit of power.

'This one,' Krayt said, his voice a low rumble, his hand closing around the hilt. The four blades shimmered in the candlelight, their energy humming with anticipation.

'An excellent choice,' Jadus said, a hint of approval in his voice. 'Now, your first test, my apprentice. The Senator, Nvar, he is a Chiss, a fool, a politician who dares to speak against the Sith. He has dared to propose laws that would cripple our power, to limit our influence. He must be silenced.'

Krayt's eyes glowed, a dark power coursing through him. He knew what he had to do.

'His office, Master?' he asked, his voice devoid of emotion, focused only on the task at hand.

'His office,' Jadus confirmed, his gaze unwavering. 'And bring me his head. As a tribute, a reminder of our power.'

The air in the chamber crackled with anticipation. This was Krayt's first act as a Sith, his first taste of the dark side's brutal, unforgiving power.

The journey to the Senate building was a blur. Krayt moved with the silent grace of a predator, his dark robes swirling around him, his lightsaber humming with a dark energy that seemed to permeate the air around him. He slipped through the throngs of people, his presence unnoticed by the oblivious citizens of Coruscant. Their lives, their worries, their petty quarrels meant nothing to him. He was on a mission, a mission of vengeance, a mission of power.

The Senator's office was a whirlwind of activity. The Chiss senator, a tall, slender creature with distinctive blue skin and red eyes, was in the midst of a heated debate with a group of advisors. Krayt stepped into the room, his presence casting a dark shadow over the brightly lit chamber.

'Senator Nvar?' Krayt said, his voice a cold, metallic whisper. The senator and his advisors turned, their faces registering shock, fear, and a hint of disbelief.

The senator, his eyes wide with alarm, managed a stammered 'Who... who are you?'

Krayt smiled, a cruel, predatory smile that revealed his sharp teeth, 'You may call me the end.'

Krayt ignited his lightsaber, its six blades flashing to life, the energy of the dark side crackling like static electricity. The senator's advisors, their faces etched with fear, scrambled to get out of the way. The senator, his eyes wide with terror, tried to back away, but Krayt was too fast, too powerful.

The battle was a swift, brutal affair. Krayt moved with the grace of a predator, his lightsaber a deadly blur. He cut through the senator's advisors with ease, their cries of pain and fear swallowed by the roar of his lightsaber.

The senator, desperate, tried to run, but Krayt was too fast, too relentless. He caught the senator by the arm, his grip powerful and unforgiving. The senator's eyes met Krayt's, filled with terror and a desperate plea for mercy.

Krayt's face remained emotionless, his gaze cold and unyielding. He raised his lightsaber, the four blades glowing menacingly, and in a single, swift motion, brought the weapon down.

The senator's head rolled across the polished floor, his blood staining the carpet a deep crimson. The senator's body, its life extinguished, crumpled to the floor.

Krayt stood over the body, his lightsaber still humming, his crimson eyes reflecting the horror in the room. He turned and walked out, leaving behind the carnage, the silence broken only by the echoing roar of his lightsaber.

He returned to Darth Jadus, the senator's head held up in his hand. The blood dripped onto the polished floor.

'I have fulfilled your command, Master,' Krayt said, his voice devoid of emotion, his crimson eyes burning with the fire of the dark side. 'The Senator is no more.'

Jadus smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. 'Excellent work, my apprentice,' he said, his voice a silken caress. 'You have shown yourself worthy of the Sith. Now, there are many more who need to be brought to heel, many who stand in our way. This is just the beginning, Krayt. You are just beginning your journey, a journey of power, of dominance, of darkness. Your destiny is waiting for you, and together, we will claim it.'

Krayt nodded, his hand tightening around the hilt of his double-sided crossguard. He had embraced the darkness, and he would not look back. He was Darth Krayt, and he was ready to conquer.