The Hidden Sith: Izuku Midoriya

Ch 9: Dinner, Date and Death

July 15 23XX/41 BBY

"Speaking"

"All Might/Vocoder Speaking"

"Thought Communication"

'Thinking'

Flash-forward/Flashback

The current votes are… this. I'm extending the vote to one more chapter. I don't really like Darth Viridi/Viridian but everyone else seems to like it.

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Billymom2, The Avenging Titan: Oh, you sweet summer children, cruel is not often if at all found in the dictionary of many Sith. If this is what you call cruel, then what is Anakin slaughtering a bunch of younglings, who haven't even become padawans.

ElementGuardianTee, Guardianla, yuiopdon, tamaraniantuesday: Thank you for your votes.

Jesseblackhawk: Do you really need me to explain what the Sith Sacrifice is?

The wielder of the blue flames: You do realize that if Izuku would kill Alcor, any knowledge the Holocron holds would be lost. Alcor did not teach everything in 6 ears, and even with Izuku's talent, it would take at least another decade, before he could learn all that would be offered.

Jutsus3138: To call a Sith a villain, is doing them no justice whatsoever. In the My Hero Academia, a common villain is identified by a selfish, narrow sighted goal. A Sith is selfish but is not narrow sighted by any stretch of the imagination, unless it is one of those clueless idiots, like Darth Nihilus. No Sith is an angel.

111-m: You can guess, what would happen when you are stripped of all your power, metaphorically or literally, and have a chance to get it back.

Unnamed Guest: Thank you, I aim to impress some.

Guest Anansi: No, that's not how it works. The ascension of Sith apprentice to Sith Lord/apprentice is when they succeed the test laid out by their master. Example: Darth Tyranus killing Sifo Dryas, when Dooku became a Sith Lord, but still an apprentice. You might be thinking of a Sith apprentice, killing their master to become a Sith master themselves.

SupremeDarkTrooper: I love your deep dives in the story, and I love your explanations, but you are off by a bit. Alcor is not trying to create a perfect Sith. His own experiences have taught him perfection is a fantasy and quite frankly it will never exist. The Idea of perfection is right up there with fate and prophecy in Alcor's mind. Believe it or not, if Alcor had simply bowed down to fate, then the Sith Darth Alcor would not exist at all. So, no perfect Sith. Simply the best Sith Izuku could possibly be.

I don't believe that all emotions are the Darkside. Merely the more negative emotions. Greed, Lust, Envy, Pride, Hatred. The positive one after all, like love and comfort, can bring a darksider back. This is based on Bastilla Shan, someone, who Alcor never met but knows about.

I also believe that the wounds in the force, aren't in fact the peak of a Sith's power, but in fact them overstepping the bounds laid out by the force, both light and dark. For Vitiate, it was consuming hundreds of lives initially and gaining immortality at the price of his own body. For Darth Nihilus, it was consuming entire planets of life, so much so, he became a living wound. For Sidious it was the challenging the force, along with his master, casting a cloak of darkness over all Lightsiders and most darksiders.

I agree with willpower being especially important when using the darkside. You either force it to submit or you get consumed by it. That's probably what separates a simple darksider or dark Jedi, from an actual faction of dark like the night sisters or Sith.

As you pointed out to your fellow reviewer jutsus3138, yes and no. Izuku will remake the Sith order how he deemed it, but it will still have the same lightsaber happy habits that previous incarnations have, but far different than any of them. Izuku will not be an 'Ideal' Sith but will be a powerful Sith none the less.

Izuku woke up, got off his bed, and switched his clothes. For the past month and a half, he had been doing this morning routine, after a night of sorrow. Every night he attempted to lift something with the force or throw a bolt of lightning but no matter how much effort, no matter how much anger, or hate he used nothing would react to his attempts. He tried to meditate, to delve into the force and still was unable to do so. And then when he had time he would stare at the little mountain of fabric in his closet, under it, was buried Alcor's Holocron.

For the past month and a half, Alcor had not come out, he hadn't used the computer, nor could he be found reading a book Izuku's mother happened to own. He knew Alcor had more than enough power to come out, as his Holocron glowed as brightly as before, but refuses to do so. As Izuku looked away from the pile of clothes, he focused on gathering his school material, not even bothering to glance at his Sith writings that Alcor wrote up.

He shuffled his feet to the kitchen dropping his backpack in the living room. "Hey Izuku." The young Sith lifted his head to look at his mother, putting on a near flawless mask. "Hey mom! Morning." God, he hoped he wasn't being too transparent. Inko wasn't fooled for a moment. "Izuku, what's wrong?" "N-Nothing. I swear!" Izuku stuttered waving his hands furiously. "Izuku…" The 11-year-old looked away from his mother's darkening features.

"I-it's not something, that I want to bother you with." The dark aura surrounding Inko let up a bit. "Izuku, haaaah. Alright fine." "T-thank you." "For now." Izuku flinched. "W-What?"

"After your date night with Ana, we will be having discussions about this problem, and you will tell me what's wrong. I was hoping that as someone as mature as you would come to me with issues, but know I have to take more tough action." "I, I, o-okay m-mom." Losing the battle of words and excuses with his mother, he gabbed a box of cereal, milk, bowl, and spoon, before sitting down to eat.

After cleaning up, Izuku made his way to school, stopping as the road became closed off due to a villain attack. "Go Death Arms!" Death Arms was a new hero trying to make a name for himself, and was currently fighting two villains, one with an electrical armor quirk and another with a what appears to be a mutant quirk based on the snake features. Normally villain attacks would be rarer, but Alcor defeating Endeavor in a one-on-one battle a month and a half prior had caused a few more hot-headed Villains to become emboldened. Death arms grabbed a piece of loose concreate throwing it at the snake like villain.

Izuku after taking a moment pulled out a notebook titled, 'Quirk Analysis for fun Vol. 9' and began to breakdown the quirks. After Alcor had convinced Izuku to stop chasing the desire to become a hero, he switched his passions to analysis. He was still a fanboy of heroes to some extent but not nearly as much as before. Oddly though Alcor had not made any comment about the fanboyism, and Izuku didn't need the force to know his Sith Master has some plan in place. But he's going to enjoy it while he can.

'Let's see here, the electrical armor probably defends the quirk user, but has to have some kind of a drawback. Maybe a weakness to other electrical based quirks. He doesn't seem to be moving that fast so maybe it's a double-edged sword that makes it hard to move when the armor is active. And that mutant quirk makes the villain have snake features. Maybe thermal vision, and a snake like tongue? However likely is colder blooded then average for humans.' Izuku, with Alcor's help had managed to bring his mumbling habit under control, and only started mumbling when experimentally excited or flustered unexpectedly. And hey, he no longer got mocked for his creepy mumbling. Before long another hero, ElectroPull, arrived, using their quirk to absorb the electric armor and neutralize the villain, while Death arms had managed to take out the mutant quirk user.

Soon after the crowd began to disperse, as Izuku began to walk down the sidewalk, avoiding the holes made in the pavement by Death Arms. As he closed his book, he began to read the local news on his used smartphone. 'All Might brought down a A-rank villain in Tokyo. Not bad. New legislation on Quirkless benefits is trying to gain movement but is slowing down tremendously. Why do they think we are fragile pieces of glass? We're human just like everyone else. In fact, I daresay that Quirkless people have a greater potential then most quirked people because of our force sensitivity…' Izuku stopped that line of thought, remembering the emptiness that was still present and has been for the past month and a half. He looked up seeing a man shuffling around a knife hidden in his hand that Izuku saw a brief glance of.

"Why are you late young Man?" The teacher in a stern voice asked. "Sorry, there was a villain attack." Izuku mumbled out to the teacher. "You know what, I don't care what your excuse is see me after class." Quirkiest bastard. Izuku could hear the snickering of children in the room. Izuku gave a pointed glare at his fellow students, and other then Katsuki stiffing in what appeared to be fear, the others did not stop. Odd.

He sat down and began to ignore the teacher as they went through the same daily song and dance. He opened up his quirk notebook and continued to write in it from what he saw on the way. "Midoriya, if you're so bored what's the answer?" He glanced up as the teacher was writing some math on the board, and it only took a moment to get it. "2 and 25/42" "I'm sorry that wrong. It's 2 and 27/43" Snickering. Izuku got up and walked to the board talking the dry erase marker. "Hey what are you doing?!" He ignored the teacher and began to write. "Actually, you got the formula wrong, if you want that answer then you have to write it like this." He fixed the miswritten equation on the board. "See, now it's 2 and 27/43, if you want to embarrass someone, at least try to make the correct equation."

The students started to giggle at the embarrassed teacher who was red in the face. Even Katsuki was amused. The Sith apprentice made his way back to his seat going back to his notebook. Some time passed until a note was placed on the corner of his desk. Izuku was unsure who left it there but grabbed it as he began to gather his supplies for next class.

The note read 'Deku, I want to talk to you. Free Period, roof. Relax it won't be a beat down.' 'Ahh Katsuki then not that shocking but the way he was action for the past week and a half makes me wonder why he didn't ask to talk sooner. When I do get my Force powers back, I need to keep a tighter control of my emotions so I don't accidently kill someone.' Oddly enough the thought of killing a random student didn't make him as uncomfortable. Then again, he was planning a death for tonight so can you honestly say that is shocking.

"Deku, see you got my note." Izuku gave the bully an uninterested stare. "What do you want Katsuki?" The spiky haired blond grabbed Izuku's school shirt and shoved him into the wall. The apprentice didn't even wince. "Why haven't you been using your quirk? What exactly is your Quirk? And that mentor of yours, is it Darth Alcor?" Izuku simply gave a sigh. "What quirk? I'm Quirkless remember." Bakugou slammed Izuku again, this time harder, but with no reaction still.

"Don't give me that, that weird telekinetic choke you used on me, and your eyes were glowing amber. If that's not a quirk, then what is it?" Izuku looked away before answering. "Before I give you what you seek you have to promise me two things." A look of confusion crossed his face before nodding. "Okay, understand this, what I explain to you today is only because you used to be my friend and I don't really what to see you dead. After today, do not associate with me at all, and do not tell anyone what you heard, if you break either of these, I might be forced to kill you or worse." Katsuki stiffened in reflexive fear. He remembered that feeling from so long ago and knew that if Izuku wanted him dead he could do so at any time. "What I use is called the force. It's an invisible power that is given off by all life but also helps to create it. Because of that, all life has it to varying degrees. Those who can use it actively are known as force sensitives, and those who can't even gleam from it are considered force nulls. You and everyone else with a quirk of some kind are all force nulls." Despite the confusion, Katsuki growled a bit. "Oh, and what makes us unable to use this so called 'force?'"

"My master has a theory about that. When the rise of quirks came humans began to develop them more and more. Apparently, the presence of quirks during human development in the womb surpasses the force itself so any quirk carriers, even weak ones are unable to use the force at all. But if there is anything the force likes it balance. When the force presence became smaller and smaller with each generation, those born without quirks became more and more force sensitive. Right now, the global Quirkless population is 20% but over 80% is from older generations. Here in Japan alone, only 2% of newborns are Quirkless. Throw in the crimes against Quirkless people which often result in their deaths, and each new generation grows more powerful in the force. Of course, just because you have it doesn't mean you know you have it. Most simply go about their lives not realizing the power they hold." Katsuki had this look of shock, sure he hated Izuku for that optimism when they were younger, but he wouldn't wish death upon him. He released the greenette from his grasp.

Izuku continued. "When it comes to the force there are two main distinctions, the Light Side and the Dark Side. Can you guess what I normally use?" It took a moment before his eyes widened. "The dark, you use the dark don't you." A nod. "Correct. The Light and Dark have different effects. The light grants power though unity and selflessness, while the Dark provides power from loneliness and selfishness." "You, you always wanted to be a hero so why would you use the Dark?" Izuku gave him a dead stare. "To use the light, one must have a good teacher and keep their emotions from being used. But using the dark is far easier. When emotions are used to drive someone, power can ripple though you. Emotions like hate and anger, emotions I felt the day after my fifth birthday."

"T-that day, when you came back from your appointment, you-" Izuku nodded. "Yes Kacchan. It was after that meeting that I ran off and you saw me. I kept running into the nearby forest and as I slowed down more and more, I felt my thoughts begin to darken. From simply teaching you a lesson, to wanting to strangle you with my bare hands." Katsuki paled as he didn't even think about the effects his younger self had on Izuku's psyche. "It was then I heard a voice. That of my now Dark Side teacher, my master if you will, Darth Alcor. I called to me in my head and played a game of Hotter-Colder. I followed the instructions leading me to dark cave. I entered finding a Holocron. Typically, it is used as a data storage device for force sensitives, meaning only force sensitives can make them and force sensitives can open them. However, making them various from user to user."

"The two main groups that create Holocrons are Sith and Jedi. The Sith use the Dark side and Jedi use the Light as you can imagine both are immortal enemies." Katsuki wanted to ask why Izuku didn't train like a Jedi, and so he did. "It's not that I didn't want to, but our planet is so far in the unknown regions that Darth Alcor only found it by sheer chance. Besides Alcor put a healthy fear of Jedi in my Mind. Jedi Suppress their emotions and claim to be agents of peace but because they suppress emotions, they often don't feel remorse. He told me of a war between Jedi and Sith, one the Sith lost and were cast out. However, the Jedi, obeying the wishes of the Galactic Republic's Chancellor, sought out the war-stricken remains of the Sith and attempted to eliminate them. The few thousand Sith that survived fled into unknown regions like where we are. Alcor believes this planet maybe a remnant of Human Sith specifically. Like I told you Sith is an umbrella term or name depending on who you ask. Humans might have been one of the only species that could survive on this planet at the time. Or maybe Sith colonists went into a random direction and found this planet to be inhabitable. Who knows? But where was I? Oh, right Holocrons." Katsuki has been thrown a lot of information his way but remained silent contemplating Izuku's words.

"When creating a Holocron, Jedi use a cognitive map, which is basically like copying one's mind to the device. But Sith use this method along with others. One method is binding their souls to the Holocrons making them new immortal bodies. Others use Soul Fragments, pieces of a whole. Master's Holocron has a piece of his soul. So, in fact the Alcor that fought Endeavor, was in fact Alcor but a mere fragment. Likely why he could posses that body that he was using against Endeavor." Katsuki was pale and trembling. He didn't like where this was going. "Y-you don't plan on d-doing that to yourself, d-do you?" Izuku didn't give an immediate answer as he blankly stared into Katsuki's very being. "I'll likely do it when I reach the height of my power, maybe in four or five decades. To a Sith stagnation equals death. Why would I make a Holocron that only holds partial information unless I had a good reason for it."

"Y-you, w-why?" Izuku's dead eyed stare continued. "Every Sith desires Immortality, I'm no different, and while it won't be true Immortality, a piece of my soul is still me, still living on this plain." Katsuki bit his lip until he could taste copper rage starting to build up. "Oh yeah, what's to stop me from going to somebody with this information? Nothing that's what." Izuku gave a bemused laugh. "Unless you plan on never returning to this city, doing that is a guaranteed way to die. My Master is able to go anywhere in the city without his Holocron and can kill you with a simple thought, do you honestly think you can beat what exactly amounts to a ghost?" A look of shock made itself known. "The only reason I'm disobeying my master right know is because I can't feel the force, giving me what I can only assume is a moment of weakness." This gave the blond pause when trying to decide between fear and hatred.

"You-What?" Izuku looked away. "My Master is a powerful practitioner of the Dark Side and all it's aspects. Sith sorcery has the effect on biological bodies and minds warping them to the user's desire. Until I complete a test given to me by my Master, I remain completely powerless, aside from my physical body." Despite the somber tone the Pomeranian snickered. "What body, you're a twig." He attempted to push Izuku to the ground, but the smaller boy ducked, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. "OWOWOWOWOW LET GO DEKU!" Katsuki could feel his bones starting to strain under pressure before the Sith apprentice let up.

"Haahaa, okay, so what exactly is this test." Izuku didn't answer. "DEKU…" "You will understand after today." Katsuki became confused. "What?" Izuku was looking away trying not to focus on the face of the other boy. Then a thought and question came to mind. "Deku, does your mother or girlfriend know about this?" Silence. "DEKU! Answer me you Quirkless fuck!" Izuku turned back, looking at Katsuki. Tears were beginning to appear in his eyes although he was trying to keep them away. "Why I'm only telling you and not them is only a small part of me still cares for you. I likely won't lose much sleep if you die tomorrow but those two are my most important people, keeping them in the dark protects them." Katsuki's eyes widened as the lunch bell rang warning free period was up.

He began to turn and walk away opening the door. "Do you plan on doing this test after your date Deku?" Katsuki's hair was shadowing his face. "Yes… *sigh* You know Katsuki? If it hadn't been for you, I likely wouldn't be on this path I am now so thank you." That snapped his head up in shock, but the door closed and Katsuki was left on the roof. "I-I put you on this path?" But nobody came.

"Happy Birthday Izuku, thank you for taking me on this date!" Ana practically tackled Izuku as they meet up after school and changing cloths to more casual. The sun was still up but was likely to set in a couple of hours.

"No problem Ana. A dinner date is the perfect way to spend my birthday. And I'm going to treat you like a princess!" Izuku grabbed her hoisting the girl a little above him. "Hey, Wait, it's your day why are you going to…?" "Because I want to!"

"What's gotten Into you Izuku, for the past month and a half you've been in this funk but now you feel fine?" He gave a snort of amusement. "Don't worry about it. Tonight, it's just you and me." Before she could get another word, he began to drag her off to a nearby casual restaurant that they both liked. Izuku chose his favorite and encouraged Ana to buy extravagant. Despite her hesitance she eventually caved ordering a semi-fancy meal for herself. After finishing that meal, they left, and the sky began to orange.

"How about Ice Cream?" "Really? I should be treating you!" "Heh…" They entered the shop choosing a single scoop ice cream cone each. Ana with Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, while Izuku went with Mint Chocolate Chip. As they walked down the tried each other's flavors finding them satisfactory. They soon came across a semi-empty park, and their inner children wanted to play. So, once they were done with Ice cream, Ana sat on swings and Izuku pushed her. He had this look of content and love on his face that was hiding a darkness. Once done with the swings they played on the monkey bars, Izuku catching Ana when she fell. They giggled at this. After about an hour of play time they made their way to an open carnival street.

While Izuku didn't have much money remaining, he was determined to win a prize for Ana. A knock the bottle over. The stand owner didn't think this string been of a kid could knock them over, but boy was he wrong. Alcor did more then train Izuku in Lightsaber combat and force prowess but also helped to develop a healthy set of muscles and reflexes for a 11-year-old. A green stuffed bunny was the prize. "I'm going to name him Izu-Kun!" Izuku went atomic blush on her. After a long time, they began to walk home passing by a few dark alleys.

"mmmm!" Ana turned. "Did you hear that?" "No…? Wait where are you going?" Ana began to make her way towards the muffled noise and after a few moments of walking they came across someone. He was tucked in between two dumpsters and was bound with rope tying his four limbs together. A gag was in his mouth and he was struggling furiously. The sweat stains on his sweater showed that he had been struggling for a while. When he saw Ana, he had hope but that hope turned to immediate fear when he saw the freckled child. Izuku knew who this man was, after all the Sith bound and gagged him earlier that day.

Izuku stopped that line of thought, remembering the emptiness that was still present and has been for the past month and a half. He looked up seeing a man shuffling around a knife hidden in his hand that Izuku saw a brief glance of. He ducked into an alley way and waited for the man to begin passing. When he was withing arms reach. Izuku first disarmed him removing the knife from his grasp, before covering his mouth and dragging him into the alleyway. He had quickly knocked the man out, another of Alcor's lessons on dealing with stubborn people. And began to bind his limbs together. The then warped a gag around his mouth to stop him from crying for help. He then placed the likely villain in between two trash containers. 'I don't know if that was lucky or not, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth.' After he was done, he left the man, still knocked out, and went back to school. He would likely be late, but it would all be worth it. 'Forgive me for this but I need you to play an important role.' Izuku put the knife in his backpack, silently promising to wash it when lunch time rolls around.

"Oh my god what happened to you? Izuku, help me get him free." As she made her way to help the bound person, Izuku pulled out a disposable glove and placed it on his right hand. From a hidden pocket he pulled out the knife that he had taken for the man earlier. Ana paused. "DANGER DANGER DANGER!" Ana had just heard a voice in her head screaming at here and before she knew what happened she felt something the back of her neck nearly severing the spine. "Ahhhh…" she called out in surprise. Despite that, though sheer will power, she managed to turn her head enough for her left eye to see, her life blood still pouring out. Behind her was Izuku. His eyes were not the calming green that she had grown to love but, molten amber, and he was letting loose waterfalls of tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry."

Alcor could sense it, his apprentice was about to do it. While he was a bit ticked off it took this long, he was patient and willing to wait. And that wait gained results. He had felt the desire to regain what had been lost and decided to help his apprentice a little. He found a man with dark thoughts walking around with a knife intending to kill someone, before subtly nudging him to cross paths with Izuku.

And that worked. He felt it when Izuku attacked the man. When he bound him, and how he went about his day. To assist with the unlikely hood the man wouldn't be found, Alcor kept him in unconsciousness. And while he wanted this to work, he knew he couldn't give handouts to his apprentice, so he let the young Sith go about his day and didn't really bother to check in until after his school day.

He sensed as Izuku treated his girlfriend like she was some exotic queen, and while Alcor can admit to Sith Passion, she was a chain holding the soon the be Sith Lord down. About an hour before they were due back, he pulled the still bound and unfound man back out of his sleeping state. As predicted, he began to struggle, and Alcor was amused watching this pawn try to free himself. And he could sense the couple coming, focusing on Izuku.

And he felt it, that moment for Ana, first confusion, then shock, then panic, as she attempted to turn her head. 'Well kid, you did your test and while she isn't dead, she is pretty close.' With that thought he snapped his fingers rescinding the spell on Izuku. And then he felt Ana's pure shock when she was able to turn her head enough to see Izuku's eyes with only her left. But Izuku was reaching out to her with his left hand, odd.

Izuku was still spouting apologies and crying so much. Yet he didn't seem to notice his left hand reaching out and touching her face. In his current sate of mind, he also missed the momentary green glow from the hand when it made contact, and any strength Ana still had was all gone, and she passed out still bleed profusely. It only took a few more moments before the amount of blood were unable to sustain her and her heart shut down, with her brain following a couple of minutes later. She was dead and the blood flow stopped.

Izuku fell to his knees blood staining is pants, as he cried out in anguish. His amber eyes not lowered in intensity. "AHHHHHH! Ahahahaaaaa." His crying refused to stop, and while he could feel the force again, he only felt even worse as what last life remained in Ana slipped away, joining the force itself. Nobody heard him as Alcor cast a silencing Sith spell on the small area letting Izuku cry out. Despite the Evil that is Darth Alcor, at least he knows to let Izuku grieve while he still has the capability to because after this night Izuku Midoriya will die and all that will remain is a Sith Lord wearing his skin. Turning back Izuku began to release his emotions onto the force itself a shockwave spreading out. Alcor looked in shock. "What the?"

All Might was currently under his civilian identity as All Might's secretary. The problem with secrets is that if too many know it no longer becomes a secret. Which meat he had to do his own paperwork unlike the other members of the top ten who could simply push the bult onto secretaries. But then he felt it. A wave of pain, grief, sadness, self-loathing, anger, hatred, and so many more emotions that were indescribable.

Toshinori felt something wet on his boney cheek. He reached his right hand touching it. "T-tears? Why am I crying?" Those were his only words before he passed out form sensory overload. "MR. YAGI!?" One of the workers at the All Might Agency yelled out when they saw their co-worker/boss pass out unexpectedly.

In a hidden room in Jaku Hospital a man was pacing slowly. Nearby was a bound teenager that also was special. He was Quirkless. The bushy bearded man, known by his many names of Dr. Tsubasa, Daruma Ujiko and his real name, Dr. Kyudai Garaki turned and look when the teen let out a surprise noise. Unexpectedly the teen began to cry. "Izuku is in pain, he's in pain, so much pain." This along with similar phrases, kept coming before the boy passed out.

"Odd, what exactly was he rambling about." He waited five minutes for another response before dismissing it. He turned back to one of his Nomu being cultivated. "Hmm, I wonder if I should tell Sensei about the teenager's ramblings. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, if I remember to do it. I am busy after all." Although he didn't say it, the name Izuku was familiar, the old man could briefly remember diagnosing a young Izuku Midoriya as Quirkless crushing his dreams. But there was no way they were one and the same.

In the middle of the pacific ocean was a floating artificial Island, I-Island. In a residential home belonging to acclaimed scientist Dr. David Shield, his young 13-year-old daughter was siting inn the middle of her room meditating, a Sith Holocron floating in front of her. She was suddenly hit with a wave of pure grief. "W-What was that? Who is doing that?" A red fog lifted form the Holocron. A Soul fragment of Darth Alcor mad itself known. Unlike the one wearing a black cloak, this one was wearing partially plated battle armor with a hood attached. "When one reaches their lowest point, they can rise to their highest peak."

Mellissa was beginning to grow tired, trying to fight it off. "What do you mean Master?" Alcor looked at her, "You will understand when it is your time. Now I recommend that you get yourself to bed or you will pass out on the floor." The Sith apprentice made no arguments as she used the last of her strength to get into bed passing out. Alcor looked out the window. 'Quite a powerful apprentice my other fragment has found. I'm almost jealous.'

That time all around the world every Quirkless passed out unexpectedly calling the event, The Quirkless Knock-Out.

On a far away city planet known as Coruscant, a Muun, and two humans were engaged in combat. Even though Alcor was not well known due to his own nature, he still held knowledge, knowledge that both Banite Sith wanted. But Sidious was more skeptical thinking Alcor as unworthy. Alcor then challenged him to a lightsaber only duel.

Alcor dropped Sidious onto the ground covered in multiple burns from where the lightsaber struck. Despite Sidious's own talent and mastery of all 7 forms, Alcor still had experience on his side. While Alcor did not take them as Apprentices he did decide to mentor them in a few tricks here and there. This Alcor was simply wearing black clothing with no hood or cloak. It was a simple Black Tee and shorts.

They stopped the sparing when the felt the wave of grief, considerably weaker than its epicenter. "What was that?!" Sidious cried out in shock. Even from this far away, the three could feel the power. "That would be the Sith apprentice committing the Sith Sacrifice." Plagueis looked at Alcor trying to peer through that mask of amusement. "The boy is only 11 and yet you had him do the sacrifice?"

"Hey! Just because I'm a soul fragment doesn't mean I know what my other fragments are doing. We aren't some interconnected network that simply talk to each other. The only thing I can tell, is if the other Holocrons have been destroyed or not. Besides, from my studies of the Banite Sith, Zannah did her sacrifice at only 10. So, no room to criticize."

At the Temple, Jedi Knight Mace Windu and his Padawan, Depa Billaba, were both confirming the success of their recent mission to Zygerria. "So, In conclusion honored masters I…" And like before, 5 years prior, they felt a wave, but this time of so much pain some of the more sensitive Jedi cried out in anguish. "Th-that's…"

Yoda remain as a calm as possible nodded his head. "Pain and Suffering I sense, darker then any darksider I have ever encountered. Powerful they are, and in pain they are. Hope for best me must, while prepare for worst we will." At that moment Mace Windu turned his head to look out the council windows. "No…" Yoda peered at Mace. "See what do you?"

"A-A-A shatter-p-p-p-point as l-l-large as the Galaxy itself. Its-its-I can't describe it…" So much pain was resonated form the being in question that Mace fell silent. A somber tone taking place in the council chambers. "Facing dark future, we are." Jedi Master Yaddle said sadly. The others could only nod.

Throughout the Galaxy many force sensitives could feel the pain that Izuku was letting lose, for the Darksiders it was like Ambrosia, and for the Lightsabers it was like pain never before seen. Those that had no clue, didn't know that a new Sith Lord had been born.

On a unknown planet a man wearing a brown cloak could be found. He was sitting before a fire, hood up and cooking some of the local fauna for a meal when he felt he wave of pure agony from what he could only assume was a new Sith Lord. "I'm so sorry child..."

Notes: Ana at time of Death had Midi-clorian count of 9,500, Izuku has 21,000, Mellissa, has 17,500, All Might had 14,500 but dropped to 13,000 as a result of his battle with All For One. I hope you pick apart the hidden details and get theorizing.