Son of the Sith by Cyniclus
Disclaimer:Some of the characters in this fanfiction are property of LucasArts,and I do not own them. Others belong to a friend of mine(her character will appear in laterchapters).
Note:I love constructive criticism,so please review. Also,part of it won't mae sense because in the actual Star Wars universe,the Sith people(not cult) are long dead by this point in the history of Star Wars.
Introduction:Zaruk Torinn
Aernock smiled as he looked down at his child,his son. He had been born only hours ago,but his father could already tell Zaruk would be strong. "After all,you are a Torinn." he said confidently as he looked down at his youngest child.
Zaruk wasn't as red as his siblings were in skin color,more of the human side visible on him. There were of course some features that gave away his heritage as a Sith,also known as Massassi. He had gold around his irises,easily visible. And his fangs already appeared sharp enough to tear through flesh with ease.
"I can already tell you'll make us proud son. I just hope I live to see how." Aernock told his infant son as he raised him up in the air before an altar they where in front of. "I name you now as Zaruk Torinn,and you shall continue our proud line,no matter what".
Baby Zaruk just cooed innocently and looked at the statue. It showed a cloaked figure,all in red with a weapon on his belt. Even then,Zaruk knew he'd become like that warrior,and bring pride to his family. It was his destiny,as a son of the Sith people.