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The heavens are quite breathtaking to behold. For a civilization that has been star faring for countless millennia the charm of twinkling stars has somewhat lost its splendor. We know precisely what they are and we can travel to those far off celestial spheres with relative ease, and so we begin to give them less and less thought as the mystery that is the sky dulls. The average person on Coruscant thinks even less about them than others might, as the light pollution cast off by Galactic City makes it nearly impossible for them to see those little pinpricks off in the distant void.
But there are times, when I am not saddled with work or plots that I allow myself to look at star maps. With the press of a button a holographic map of the galaxy appears and floats above my head. I gaze upon every star, every nebula, and every inhabited world much as a predator surveys its dinner. It will all be mine very soon.
Not since the time of Lord Nihilius has there existed in a Sith such an overwhelming hunger. I hunger for power and influence. I hunger for domination. And yet I find myself never fully sated. I yearn to possess the sparkling gems of every star. I wish to harness the power of gravity and make it my own. I seek to bend hyperspace itself to my will. I seek to subjugate both life and death to my service and consume them whole. Whenever I look at this map I sense the beating pulse of the galaxy itself. I allow waves of life and power to wash over me like waves crashing upon the shore, and I allow my hunger to grow stronger.
It will all be mine someday. In time I shall reach out this hand out into the very cosmos themselves and take hold of the very fabric of the universe itself. In time the Force shall keep no secrets from me, and I shall know all. In time my thirst for greater knowledge about the Dark Side shall be satisfied, and I shall discover the secrets of immortality.
And then the feast shall begin. My life shall span countless eons, and I shall come to possess the patience of stones lying in wait in the gravel. Like the Sith Emperor of millennia past I shall begin to consume all that is around me. The life force of an entire galaxy shall be mine to feed upon and to sustain me.
First an entire city shall wither and die as the energies that maintain their bodies are siphoned off to fuel my power, and then the range of my abilities shall expand. A continent, an entire planet, a solar system, even the very stars themselves shall be consumed whole, the nuclear fuel of a billion suns absorbed into my body. From star system to star system I shall travel, devouring all that is and all that could be in my path, leaving nothing more than the dead husks of worlds and the whisper of that which could have been.
One by one the light of the stars that brighten this galaxy shall flicker and die as they are consumed by my ravenous hunger. In time the galaxy will cease to be as all life dies and the stars themselves go out.
Even then I will not be satisfied.
For thousands of years the creatures that lived in this galaxy prided themselves as being the very pinnacle of civilization. They marveled at their supposed greatness and believed that they had created a society which had reached the apex of history.
But this galaxy is not the entire universe, not by a long shot. Beyond the Outer Rim there exists the great void. In the far off distance there exist other stars, other galaxies, other worlds. It goes to reason that there is life elsewhere in creation, seeing as it is so prevalent here. In time I shall travel to these worlds. When the last life form is consumed and the last star decays into nothing I shall move on. I shall seek out new life and new civilizations. I shall go where no one has gone before, and the process shall begin again.
The cycle of death and consumption shall repeat itself again and again as the eons pass. I shall be like a black hole, consuming all matter in my path and adding it unto myself. I shall be a rupture in the fabric of space from which there is no escape and no hope of survival.
This process shall take time. Billions of years perhaps shall pass, but my hunger will drive me onwards. In time I will succeed, and my hunger will finally be satisfied. I will consume the universe and add its power to my own. To do such a thing would set me above the mythical gods of old.
With my hunger satisfied and nothing left to consume I shall finally be allowed to rest in peace. There will be no more vengeance, no more plots, no Jedi and no Sith. No civilizations, no nothing. There shall only be me and the vacuum of the void to keep me company. I shall finally have peace floating in the blackness of space for the rest of eternity.
Perhaps after a few billion years of rest I shall recreate the universe in my own image and start the process all over again. Perhaps I would abandon consumption and simply play with the new universe like it was my plaything, smiting people for fun and what not. I think I would enjoy being a god.
But for now I must put aside such far of dreams. The needs of the present way on my consciousness more than the plans of the distant future. Such plans would be seen by most as being delusions of grandeur at the least, absolute madness at most. But I feel that, given enough time I shall uncover the secrets that shall allow me to do that which I dream of doing. After all, if the old Sith Emperor had the power to do this, then why can't I?
There is a small rumbling sound that distracts my thoughts. I allow myself a small smile. I haven't eaten since breakfast. Such are the sacrifices that the Chancellorship demands.
Oh well, it is almost time for dinner.
Hail Galact- Sorry, sorry, I mean, Hail Palpatine, destroyer of worlds! Sorry if this chapter was a little short but there was only so much I could do with gluttony. But don't worry, I will definitely make it up to you guys with envy. It will be a longer chapter, and with any luck it will be a satisfying conclusion to the Seven Deadly Sins arc. I have something wonderful planned.