Darkness Ascendant
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The Darkness looked upon his new dominion, and declared it good. Around him senators applauded and screamed their adulation for him to the high heavens. Across the galaxy, beings young and old applauded him as well. This too was good. The Darkness smiled, reveling in his triumph: the Triumph of the Sith.
"All too easy." Thought the Darkness as his eyes scanned the crowded chamber. These puppets cheered and cheered. They had been so useful to the Darkness as he had ascended to ultimate power. And, he realized, he would have to tolerate their presence, their very continued existence, for now. But, just as Maul passed, just as Tyrannus and his Separatists had passed, so to would the Senate. They had all had their uses to the Darkness, but sooner or later he would outgrow them all. "In a galaxy of change, only I will remain, constant and invariable, for now and forever."
The Darkness reached out into the Force, sensing its ebb and flow. The Light howled in agony and despair, and the Darkside reveled in the triumph of its greatest champion. The voices of Sith Lords long since dead sang their praises to him.
The Lord of Despair.
The Master of Deception.
The Prince of Darkness.
The Living Manifestation of the Darkside of the Force itself.
Darth Sidious.
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine.
No. No that last one wasn't right. Not anymore. No. He was Emperor Palpatine now. The Dread Sovereign of the Galactic Empire, and the undisputed ruler of the galaxy.
At long last the Sith had triumphed, and their hated enemies had been eradicated. This too the Darkness declared to be good. It didn't matter that a few measly Jedi had survived. No. What mattered was that they had been humbled before the raw power of the Darkside. The survivors would flee for their lives, fearful of the power of the Sith. This too was good. A few would make a heroic last stand, but at this point it didn't matter. Nothing the Jedi did mattered now. The Sith had won. After countless millennia, after dozens of wars and billions dead, the Sith had triumphed once and for all. There would be no more wars between Light and Dark, for the Light had been subdued forever. Night had fallen upon the galaxy, and the Light would shine no more. The time of the Jedi was over, and the time of the Sith had finally begun.
The Darkness thought about his future. He would use the Empire he had created to bring order to a galaxy in desperate need of it. He would crush all who opposed his will with ruthless efficiency. The galaxy had already been baptized in fire and blood. Now he would mold it in his own image and remake it into something great. The Darkness could see it now. His new Empire would be a monolith, bestriding the galaxy like a colossus. Countless trillions would march as one, upholding the banner of his New Order while spreading it to every star in the galaxy. And at the epicenter of this new Empire would be the Darkness himself, the malevolent beating heart of a monstrosity that would consume everyone and everything.
And when the Darkness had discovered the secrets of immortality, his quest for ultimate power would finally be complete, and his ascension to godhood would be fulfilled. But the Darkness's lust for power would never be sated. He would expand his Empire beyond its current borders. Galaxy, after galaxy, blood stained star after blood stained star, the whole of creation would fall under his dominion. Whole worlds would be consumed in hellfire. Trillions would cry out in fear and despair, only to be silenced. All the races of the universe would serve him or be eradicated. And he would rule forever. He had foreseen it.
Emperor Palpatine looked upon his new dominion, smiled, and declared it to be good. The Dark Times had finally begun.