The Hidden Sith: Izuku Midoriya

Chapter 10: Rise Darth …

"Speaking"

"All Might/Vocoder Speaking"

"Thought Communication"

'Thinking'

Flash-forward/Flashback/Force Vision

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I basically wrote the majority of this while watching day two of the impeachment. I almost threw my keyboard in rage a couple of times. Is it wrong to want a political career because I want to help people? I honestly don't know.

10 minutes, that's what it felt like before Izuku's crying started to let up. Still tied up was the man who was momentarily shocked at the young greenette's actions. He had remained still for only a minute before redoubling his efforts to get loose.

Izuku's eyes still had not reverted to his original green, remaining in their intense amber state. But he eventually came to realize what he just did. He killed his girlfriend, someone he loved just as much as his mother, and he betrayed them slicing their neck when they wanted to help a bound man. The look of shock was still on Ana's face, as her body lay on the concrete, rapidly cooling it. He looked down before grabbing her body turning it over.

He ran his hand over her face trying to take in her details via touch. "I'm so sorry, Ana. I didn't have a choice. Master had stripped me of my power and the, the only way…" Her eyes were now closed as Izuku ran his hand over them. Izuku then clasped his hands in a silent prayer. He knew hell awaited him one day, but for now letting her rest in peace seemed the humane thing to do.

After a long silent prayer, he turned his attention to the still bound man. He still had the glove on his right hand before grabbing the knife and making small steps to the adult. "I'm sorry sir, but you saw what I did. I can't let anyone learn what happened. But I won't make you suffer more than necessary." The man was scared, Izuku didn't even need the force to sense it, he could see it the bound man's eyes.

Before he could do anything, Izuku sunk the knife in the mans chest aiming straight for the heart. While this was a relatively quick way to go, Ana had been given a far more painless death. When the spine is severed at the right place, the brain stops feeling pain. The man let loose a muffled gasp before quickly bleeding out. Izuku let the knife buried in the chest cavity, as he removed his glove tossing it into a nearby garbage dumpster. Using the force, he removed the bindings and moved the still lose limbs of the man to place fingerprints on the blade handle making sure to apply it from multiple angles.

Then Izuku brought his right hand to the handle gripping it in a downwards angle. This would give the illusion that the man wielded the knife first, and Izuku grabbed it after Ana was killed, likely stabbing it into the man leaving it there. After all, Izuku was Quirkless. Pro Heroes and Quirkiest police officers wouldn't likely bat an eye at the strange circumstances for Ana's death. They likely would chalk it up to hysterical strength or fight or flight, one of the two.

Izuku knew that he needed to get somebody's attention. However, before he did just that, that darkside reared its head in warning, pointing him away from his immediate actions.

"Master, why are your eyes amber?" A younger 9-year-old Izuku asked his Master. They had just done an hour of sparring with lightsabers on lowest setting, and this question had been bugging him. Alcor had put away his lightsaber in the storage space, hooking it and both of Izuku's up to chargers. "Hmm? Oh that, well let's lock up and I'll try my best to explain it."

On their way back Alcor began to explain eye color. "What is your opinion on souls?" Izuku tilted his head in confusion, his 9-year-old face scrunching up in thought. "Souls Master?" A nod. "Well, I'm not quite sure what to think of the concept of souls, but I like to believe every living thing has one, but it's hard to say definitively." Alcor looked at his apprentice, for a moment before giving a response. "Well, I'm living proof that sentients do have souls. My Holocron is made of a soul fragment after all." Izuku stopped turning towards Alcor in shock.

"A soul fragment?!" Alcor had a look of realization on his face. "Oh, did I never explain how Holocrons are made? Well, I'll tell you now, I guess. You already know what Holocrons are, but to create them, the process varies dramatically. The most common method is a cognitive map, often used by Jedi and Sith. It's essentially like making a copy of one's own memories. It's not alive, it does not feel pain, so calling it consciousness would be difficult. It's like a very smart Artificial Intelligence."

While Izuku wasn't one hundred percent sure where Alcor was going with this he nodded his head. "Now what many Sith can and sometimes do is either bind their whole soul to a Holocron making it a new body or they can rip out a small part of their souls, detaching it from the whole. The second one is what I am. I am a mere soul fragment that has been bound to this Holocron. I'll spare you the nitty gritty of the exact process of Holocrons and get to the point. Holocron, Souls, Jedi and Sith, yadda, yadda, yadda." "M-Master that was kind of rushed."

Alcor gave a shrug. "Eh, now to return to amber eyes. Now this is just speculation on my part, I'm not a hundred precent confident it is fact. Eyes are often depicted as windows to the soul. The Eye Color aside from what you are born with, can be affected by the Force. For Darksiders, amber or red Eyes are common, although many can retain their natural eye color. For Light siders, I'm not so sure." That threw Izuku for a loop. "Wait what?"

"I don't know how the Light side effects Eye colors because the Light, generally speaking, is far different the Dark. Maybe it causes a Lightsiders eyes to glow brightly or something when in focus. Probably the only reason we know about a Darksider's eyes, is the Darkside is so much more pronounced." Izuku had known his Master long enough, that he knew Alcor liked things to be clear and if he didn't know how something works, he would strive to figure it out. This philosophical debate about Light and Dark is probably nibbling into his curiosity.

"So, the amber eyes simply signify your own connection to the Darkside in a visual way?" Alcor thought for a moment. "Yeah, I suppose they do." Izuku looked down as he walked. "So, my eyes might one day become like that?" Alcor gave out a laugh.

"Actually, I keep noticing brief moments when your own eyes turn amber. Likely when you let greed or anger take control momentary." Izuku did a double take. "Wait really? Well, if I do that then why are yours always amber?"

"Hmm, well the reason is unlike those moments, my eyes are a result of me constantly letting the darkside flow freely though my body. Of course, I don't simply let it have free reign, but I don't actively restrict it. But yes, your own eyes have done so, and I suspect you will one day reach a point where amber eyes will become normal for you. If you need to return you eye color to your own natural ones, I suspect that using the False Aura of Light combined with a little bit of active regaining in of the darkside, should revert your eye color, until you let it loose again."

Izuku looked down before nodding. "Alright master." Izuku stopped, a thought coming to him. "Master?" Alcor looked at the apprentice. "What was your original eye color?" Alcor abruptly stopped, surprise visible on his face. "I-I, I…"

At this point Alcor's face was moving from surprise to shock. "M-Master?" For a brief moment Izuku could see some kind of emotion in Alcor's eyes that both unidentifiable but also never before seen. "I don't remember. It's been so long, over 3000 years and I've been using the dark for so long that I, I, I CAN'T REMEMBER MY EYE COLOR!"

"M-Master?!" Alcor was trying to process the realization that he forgot one of the most identifiable characteristics he possessed and was as anyone would be in his shoes, was in shock with a little bit of panic. "A-Apprentice, I-I trust you to get home, I, I need to think." Alcor then dissolved into red fog returning to his Holocron that was hidden on Izuku's body. The young Sith was simply confused.

The relatively new Sith Lord was confused as why he was bombarded with those memories from so long ago, and like a slap to the face, pieces started to click. 'My eyes, they must not be my natural green. If I call someone, I'll get sniffed out fast. Where's a mirror?' No luck, no mirror to be had, not even a broken one, but there was an alternative, there was a window, and it was dark enough inside that it would reflect his eyes.

Yellow orange, amber, lava colored, whatever you want to call the eyes of a Sith Izuku now had them. Izuku starts with using a false Aura of Light and while the Amber dimmed a bit, it wasn't enough to remove it. Even though he hated the thought of it, he reigned in the Darkside that was flowing though his body, restricting it. Of course, the Darkside wanted control so it tried to fight Izuku but being a Sith Apprentice for 6 years means he has more than enough will power.

His eyes slowly let the amber out as green returned. But what he did notice, is where his old eyes were bright, these green eyes were dull, a bit lifeless. He would have to work on that later. Although that would only sell his innocence more, watching your girlfriend die in front of you is something no 11-year-old, especially on their birthday should see. Once he was satisfied with staring at himself, he turned and walked back, getting into the perfect form of shock, fear, anger, and any other emotion. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It didn't take long. A patrolling hero was passing by when he heard Izuku scream. The Pro called the cops to assist while he tried to a bit of comfort. But that stopped, when he asked what the kid's quirk was, not expecting him to be Quirkless. But to remain 'Friendly' he kept Izuku at arms distance. The police arrived and started to take down the crime scene.

Izuku told the police both his and Ana's names and numbers and the police called the parents. Inko was the first to arrive who was crying so much she was in danger of flooding a nearby underground garage. She quickly wrapped her only child in a hug almost screaming words of comfort. Izuku still drowning in his pain, let loose a bit to give tears as well. The Lees soon appeared. They were also crying and were clearly grieving far more than Izuku or Inko were.

"So, she was Quirkless as well. Normally I would say what a waste of good human life, but she didn't really have anything to contribute." To Izuku the world froze. He turned his head to see the face of whoever said that. It was the Hero that was alerted to the scream. There was a sadistic look on the Hero's (Villain's) face that ignored the slightly panicked face of the officer standing nearby. "You can't say that what if somebody hears you?!" While nobody could ordinarily hear what the two were saying without enhanced hearing, the force grants a multitude of perks to force sensitives.

The Hero didn't even bother to keep his voice down all that much. "Why should I care? She was useless anyway." A dark look made itself known on his face. His eyes, thankfully, didn't turn yellow orange. 'She was useless? No, she was more then you could ever be, you fucking piece of garbage. When I see my opportunity to end you I will.' "Izuku, are you okay?" Izuku turned his face lightening up. "Y-y-y-y-ye-a-a-a-h-h-h m-m-o-m." Considering he used to stutter like crazy only a few short years ago, what he's doing is not out of the realm of possibility.

Izuku looked at the crying Lees. Both were looking at the zipped-up body bag that held their only child. Izuku, knowing he was responsible, the least he could do was give them comfort. He tilted his head to them and Inko got the message, letting him down but still holding his hand. They walked towards the grieving couple. Izuku looked down. "I'm sorry, I-I couldn't protect her, I was h-her boyfriend, and I couldn't p-p-protect her." Samantha turned her head. Her eyes red as tears slowed but continued to fall.

"*sob* No, it's not your fault Izuku we, we know you couldn't do anything, but still…thank you for being Ana's friend." Izuku looked down. 'But it is my fault, had I been strong I wouldn't have ever…' Despite the pain Samantha could only laugh. "Hehe, *Hic* something joyful followed by tragedy. God has a twisted sense of humor. At least Ana is in a better place." Inko took notice of how Samantha placed her hand on her stomach. "Smanatha, you… you're pregnant?"

She looked down. "Yes, *Sniff*, about two weeks, I only found out this morning. We, We, We were going to tell Ana when she got home that she was going to be an older sister." And with that Izuku collapsed. It was bad enough he had to snuff out a star, and dim two more, he also had to rob a young star the chance to meet their sibling. "Izuku if you truly believe you failed, then would you do us the honor to be the older sibling in Ana's absence?"

Izuku scooted back from his potion on the pavement. "W-What? No! I-I can't…" Tanaka took a step forward. While his eyes weren't as red as his wife's he himself felt no less grief. "Izuku, you were there, giving Ana comfort and her in turn when we, the parents were unable to. Even if you don't believe you can, please do it, if not for us or yourself, think of Ana or her sibling." Any argument Izuku had died in his throat. 'I don't deserve to be in that child's life, I-I killed Ana after all.'

"Let's get you changed, I, I'll throw out your old clothes." Izuku had walked home, holding his mother's hand, after being held by the police for two hours. Izuku wordlessly nodded, as Inko went to Izuku's bedroom grabbing clean cloths as Izuku stripped to his underwear. Inko returned and gave the set to him, then went into the kitchen to make a late-night snack. Izuku quickly switched into a green and black stripped tee, and a pair of cargo shorts.

Inko then came out with some cookies, milk and ice cream. Comfort food, although not that they'll do much. "Is that what death is? I-I hate it…" Inko didn't know what to say. She, herself had experienced death before, she did lose her parents as a young adult, but Izuku lost his best friend and girlfriend at the mere age of 11. She then did what she thought was best and wrapped Izuku into a hug.

It was now nearly midnight, and Inko had long fallen asleep on the couch. But the hallucination of blood would not wash away from Izuku's arms, kept him up. He moved off the couch making his way to his bedroom. He was in no rush, after all his mother had promised him, he didn't have to go back to school the next couple of weeks if he didn't want to. He opened, entered then closed the door.

*Clap* *Clap* *Clap* *Clap*

Izuku paled as he looked towards the sound. Lounging on his bed was the monster commonly known as Darth Alcor. "You…" Alcor cut him off. "Not bad Apprentice, not bad at all, I mean you did make a couple of minor mistakes but expecting perfection is too much to ask for in general."

Izuku seethed in rage. "My, my that's a lot of rage, well, why are you holding back the darkside, let it loose. Don't worry I've placed a sound barrier." Although Izuku didn't want to listen he still understood the reason why, so he could have an outlet, so he let loose. His aura dropped and the darkness was released from its reigns as his eye became glowing amber. But there was a fierceness in his eye that was not present prior that day. Alcor smirked.

"Oh, so the apprentice wants to usurp the master. I'm so scared." Izuku glared at Alcor. "I have a question. Why her?" At this Alcor let a huff of amusement out. "It was either her, or your Mother, which would you have preferred?" Any response died in his throat. It took him a minute to form a new response. "Why? Why have me kill either of them? Couldn't you have given me a different test?"

"The Sith Sacrifice, it's one of many different tests that many acolytes and apprentices must undertake to become a Sith Lord. Other tests include, surviving a specific Ancient Sith Temple, defeating a Sith Lord in any Sith temple, or killing a Sith Lord outside of one. None of those tests could be administered on this planet, and there are no living Sith anywhere nearby at this time. So, I went with the option that was available. If you don't like it, then when you have an apprentice you can choose to forgo administering this test."

"Do, do you know what it's like to KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND?" Something in Alcor's eyes just hardened from that outburst. The Sith Lord raised his hand and for the first time stuck Izuku with black lightning. He made sure to only give him the equivalent of a small electric shock. "Far more then you seem to understand." The was an undertone of a growl in his voice. "Never say something, that you don't have any idea of. At least you could turn away from killing her, I, I was ordered to kill my best friend and it haunts me to this day." Dead silence. Alcor stopped the torrent and dropped his hand.

"…Why them?" Alcor raised in eyebrow. "Why do I need to kill somebody important to pass the test. If you wanted me to be capable of killing finding a murderer or rapist would have been a better option." Alcor gave a bored sigh. "It's not about the willingness to kill. Any living things has the capability to kill, even plants. The ability to take the life of another being is not special. But what is special is the Sith Code."

Izuku's golden eyes met Alcor's own. "What does the Sith code have to do with anything?" Alcor gave a face palm. The stupidity… "Kriffing dumbass, Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak."

Izuku responded in turn. "Though Victory my chains are broken." "Ancient Sith, thousands of years older than I, deemed that relationships of love or compassion have no room. And there is evidence to support this. Bastilla Shan is a shining example of how love can pull someone from the darkside. She fell for a Jedi Knight turned Sith Lord, who was mind wiped after being captured by the Jedi, following his betrayal of his own apprentice. She eventually fell because of that former apprentice. But the love that both developed for each other was able to pull her out of the dark. Killing a loved one, breaks metaphorical chains that can hold a Sith down, back or worse case, pull them out entirely."

Izuku began to shake in anger. "So, she was a threat to your apprentice?! Something that could get in the way of years of work!?" Alcor gave a short laugh. "Oh, don't think you are irreplaceable, if I find you lacking, and someone else more worthy I will drop you."

"Ana was not a direct threat but still a threat, nonetheless. I do not have the Force ability of Shatter Point. It is not something that can be taught. Shatter Point is the ability to peer into the potential ramifications for various decisions. But you can't actually see what the end result is. What was described was like a window cracking, the bigger the crack, the bigger the impact of a decision. Of course, no answer will be provided. Both sides of the force do like to be ambiguous."

"But what I can do is peer into the future. This is a skill many Sith can do, some to better degrees than others. Unfortunately, I'm more in tune with the present and past. Meaning, my visions of the future are more clouded, but I do have moments of clarity. I've asked what a possible future was if I let both her and your mother live. And the odds of you turning your back on the dark were too high for my tastes. One of them had to go. I simply choose the one that was less valuable and necessary."

Izuku rage increased with every word uttered by Alcor. "What makes her any less valuable than my mother?!" "It's not that she's less valuable, all life has value, it that's it made logical sense that Ana dies and not your mother. Had your mother died, you would be put into a system and teaching you would become impossible. Don't forget, we are Sith, we do not put other lives above our own. Sith are selfish and you know this." Izuku's anger did not stop but it did give him pause.

Alcor was right. A Sith is selfish, and clearly if Alcor wanted Izuku to have no connections, he would have had both Ana and Inko killed either by Izuku or Alcor himself. Alcor would have hidden the truth from Izuku, lied about it. But this way…Inko was still alive but Izuku can't turn back time. While anything is possible though the force, not even thousands of Sith lords all working together can do that.

That did not mean he would let go of his hate, he took that and threw it into a deep freezer, in order to be used in the future. He swore he would get back, destroy Alcor and in his anger forgot to keep his shields up.

'So, he's planning on offing me eh? Well, I'm not going to make it easy.' Alcor's face did not betray what he was thinking. "Master…" there was an unidentifiable undertone in Izuku's voice. "What would have happened if I didn't kill Ana?"

"Oh that, nothing." It was so mundane and without emotion, it caused the child to do a double take. "What?! What do you mean nothing?! You mean if I didn't kill Ana you would have returned my force sensitivity." Alcor shook his head. "Oh no I never said that. You would have still been powerless, for now at least. I told you that I can peer into the future. Before we met, I investigated a potential future if I choose not to interact with you. It was a pretty interesting future. You become a Hero, codename Deku."

"W-wha, how?! I'm Quirkless!" Alcor shrugged. "I don't know how, but I do have my suspicions." Izuku's eyes widened in shock. 'So, I could've…' "Wait that was if I didn't meet you, what happens if I had met you but didn't kill Ana."

"A similar future." "H-Huh?!" Alcor dipped his head down in thought, closing his eyes. "I would have simply disappeared. There are ways for me to move my Holocron without the ability to lift it. I could use a mind trick on an unsuspecting civilian for instance. You would have been without the force, possibly for the rest of your life but you still become a Hero. You would have saved people's lives."

"A similar future…wait why is it similar and not the same?" Alcor gained a small smile. "Because you never would have met Ana."

A golden cat like eye opened. She was so tired, so hungry, and her head was pounding. She had been passed out locked in her room by her shitty parents under the assumption that she was a villain with a villainous quirk. However, a gut feeling she had something that was akin to a quirk and not an actual one.

She closed her eyes and tired to drift off to sleep. A flash of green and red and her eyes snapped open. "Huuuuhaah?" 'What, what did I just see?' She looked around her room rubbing her eyes. After a few minutes she resumed what she was doing. Another flash and she opened her eyes again.

The girl looked around. This was not her room but rather an infinite empty black space. No matter how hard she strained her eyes she could not see. But she did hear something behind her. She turned and came across a sight that made her question the taters of her sanity.

She saw herself, older but only by a few years, wearing an odd outfit that one would see on a villain. Her older self was out of breath. Standing in front of the hallucination was a figure cloaked in shadows, only their eyes visible, glowing amber, not unlike her own only far more intense.

"P-Please wait! You-you're Darth … right?" She couldn't make out the full name of the shadow. But then she heard the shadow speak. The voice was distorted, and she couldn't even tell the gender, but the words came out clearly. "I'm surprised, nobody else has figured out who I am. Now what do you want?" Her older self flinched.

"You-you're powerful, far more than any villain or hero. I-I want you to teach me, to make me strong, stronger than anyone else. I want so much, strength, security, a successful future, and a part of me wants revenge against my parents, so please teach me!" The older version was close to tears.

The eyes of the shadow closed for a moment before snapping open. "Ahh, now I see, you're force sensitive aren't you." She didn't understand what that meant but it felt right for some reason. "If you wish for me to teach you must follow my instructions to the best of your ability. Fail and you will either be punished, be replaced or die. This is your last chance to back out, but if you do take the offer, then kneel, and bow your head. Call me 'Master.'"

Her older self was clearly debating, but the shadow's eyes only had hints of amusement and elation. It took her older self a moment before following the request of the shadow. Darkness began to dot the younger's eyes obstructing the vision a bit. It was slowly getting worse. "I am your student, master."

With this the darkness began to speed up. The shadow began to talk. "You will make a powerful Sith, apprentice. Now let's begin the first lesson, repeat after me. 'Peace is a lie, there is only passion.'" The darkness had overtaken nearly her entire eyesight, but for a moment she saw the shadow's hair color. It was green and black.

She woke up with a gasp sweating. She looked at the cheep 100-yen clock that her parents 'permitted' her to have. She had only been asleep for five minutes, but her head hurt less. She looked at the barren room, the bars on her window, and the locked door.

'One day, I'll find you master. One day. Peace is a lie, there is only passion.' She began to repeat that line in her head, over and over, promising to always remember it, to always practice it, to always cherish it. One day she would escape. One day she would find a teacher. One day she would become powerful. And one day she will have all she ever wanted.

The words of 'You never would have met her.' kept repeating in his head, over and over. His master was staring down at him with a curiosity visible in his eyes. "Because you would not have actively known how to use the force, you would have never left that afternoon, meeting Ana. It's likely that if you two ever met in that alternate future it would only be in passing."

Izuku was silent, but Alcor wasn't done. "Is it better to have something and lost it then to never have it at all? To be honest I don't know the answer to that dilemma. But think on it." While it was supposed to come off as an innocent question it only made Izuku more angry, blue lightning starting to spark in his hand. "Hmm, what's the saying, you've made your bed, now sleep in it?"

"Tell me one good reason not to destroy your Holocron right now." Izuku raised his still sparking hand at the floating Holocron in his closet. "Do you honestly think I taught you everything? Destroy that Holocron and you lose lots of knowledge." Alcor did not visibly react other than raising his eyebrow. Izuku paused, that was a very compelling argument, but a part of him still wanted to destroy Alcor.

Izuku started to condense his lightning making sure to take proper aim. "Immortality." Izuku was so startled that he almost fired the bolt. He dropped his hand after dispersing the lightning. "I heard you. You said you hate death. So, I have something that you would love. Immortality. And no, it's not keeping a portion of your soul alive in a Holocron like me."

Izuku bit his lower lip in contemplation before making a gesture to go on. "One of the many forms of immortality is Essence transfer. It allows a soul to transfer from body to body. But it has the side effects of causing the body to quickly degrade. Darth Vitiate was a practitioner of this, his original body in a sub-par state and needed to be repaired. However, this is impractical so the second is the ability to consume life. Many Sith of the past could consume the life of others, but that often lead to madness and sickness. I believe it was abuse of that power that led to it. Essentially, they gorged themselves silly and paid the price."

"Force Drain is a variety of techniques that can't be taught, but there are substitutes. A version that could be taught is simply Life Essence Drain. It works similarly to the Force Drain variant, but it is more inefficient. Essentially for every two years you take of another being's life you only gain one. Of course, I'm basing years of the Republic's 368-day year so the math would be a little strange." Izuku's eyes shined with the possibility of immortality. "Teach me…"

"Nope, can't do that." A beat passed before rage surged in Izuku. "Why the hell not!?" Alcor gave a snort of amusement. "It's not that I don't want to… okay that's not true, I would prefer if you didn't learn it, it's that the secret to immortality is simply too dangerous for anyone to have. I have information on it, but I am incapable of tell you how the ability works." A look of confusion of Izuku's face before his eyes narrow. "Then what use are you to me?" One, two, three.

"Nine Holocrons. You want immortality, the answer is in nine sperate Holocrons. Six with soul fragments three with cognitive maps. Find them and bring them together." Izuku was flabbergasted. "Why would you make nine Holocrons for that one technique?"

"Well actually there's a second ability that is gained by the gathering the Holocrons together. But it's not something a Sith Lord would in all honestly be interested in. Because it's not meant for a Sith Lord to use." The child narrowed his eyes. "What is it?"

"Perhaps I'll tell you one day, for now you don't need to know." Izuku glowered in rage. Then a though comes. "Continuing on…"

"Now I told you it was too dangerous but if you really want to get technical…I like fucking with people." Izuku developed an eye twitch. 'Alcor acts more like a passive aggressive teen then an actual damn Sith Lord.'

"You probably have questions on how it's supposed to work but I think that can be saved for tomorrow. You have had a very emotional day and should get some rest." Izuku growled reminded of what he had lost that day. Alcor's words were warped in a way that pushed as much blame on Izuku as possible. "Don't pretend like you care."

Alcor placed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. "But I do care, you're my apprentice after all." Alcor let out a sigh. "All joking aside, we still need to get your new name." Izuku went stiff. Alcor waved it off.

"Oh, come now, that's not so bad, you get to have a Darth title after all." Izuku looked down. "But I like my name and I want to keep it." Alcor rolled his eyes. "Oh, calm down, you can still keep your old name, for some reason. It is that many Sith lords adopt new names when they become Sith Lords. Revan for instance choose to use the name Revan for both his time as a Jedi and Sith."

Izuku swallowed after a short time falling to one knee. "Okay, I'm ready, give it to me." Alcor made no more, no motion, he remained still. "What are you waiting for?" Alcor sighed. "There are various ways Sith are named. Some get named by their masters, others by the force itself. I myself however choose my name, not somebody else, and definitely not the force. I want you to do the same."

Izuku was flabbergasted but the look on Alcor's face showed he was dead serious. Izuku resigned himself to his fate. He sat down and began to think, what was his ultimate goal, what did he truly want in life, then it clicked.

"Darth Ferno… I'm Darth Ferno." Alcor raised an eyebrow. "Alright, why that name?" Izu no, Ferno replied. "I want to burn away this broken world, make something new, better, different with me at the helm." Alcor nodded in approval.

"Then rise Darth Ferno." The darkside swirled before it expanded outward making literal waves in the force. "Yes Master." Ferno stood up looking Alcor in the eye. Alcor then smirked deviously before his face turned to stone, Ferno crashing to the ground by a massive force push.

"Now, I am your Master. You are my legacy, until you can break free from me. The fact is, Lord Ferno, you were willing to destroy a Holocron for a petty grudge is beyond stupid. Even if you have more power than me, I have more techniques and experience then you. Far, far more. Never forget that." And with that Alcor let up dissolving into red fog. Ferno ground his teeth and raged at his master, before resigning himself to get to bed.

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Alcor came out of his Holocron, he had to make sure the younger Sith Lord was in deep sleep, so waiting an hour was ideal. 'His force signature changed. When one fully embraces the darkside, their signature only darkness, it does not change. I need to find the cause. Perhaps it's tied to that strange action Ferno took after he struck that blow against the girl.' Alcor placed two fingers on the greenette's forehead before closing his eyes delving into his inner mind.

Alcor, Plagueis and Sidious were in shared meditation, probing the future. Normally the two Banite would not even dare to share information, but Alcor's lack of power made him a minimal threat that could easily be subdued. They were silent until they felt the wave of the force.

Plagueis opened his eyes. "So, the boy has been named." Sidious nodded in agreement. "The force gave me the name Darth Ferno." Alcor chimed in. In his mind that was not a bad name.

"Perhaps the boy could join us, he is a Sith Lord after all." Sidious said, trying to keep his excitement down. He was hoping he could steal the Apprentice for himself, and while Plagueis seemed unaware, Alcor saw right through him. "Calm yourself Lord Sidious. We must be careful when dealing with him or we risk a new enemy."

Alcor took a step into Izuku/Ferno's mindscape. It was a forest. More specifically the forest where they often trained. But unlike the real world, lush area, this one was, aside from a few blades of grass or leaves, cold and dead. The trees were almost barren and there seemed to be a bit of a gray overcast. Alcor began to walk forward hoping to discover.

Alcor walked, and slowly began to approach the area of Izuku's mind scape that stores memories, both short and long term. The he hears it. In this inner world, his force senses are a bit mor dull, but his hearing still worked. He stops turns and walks in another direction, before stopping. There was something in the middle of a clearing. It looked at Alcor in pure fear with an undertone of hate.

"So, you're what caused the change in Lord Ferno's signature." On the ground looking up at him was none other than Ana Lee. "Now the question is, how did you get here?" She swallowed.

HA I threw out the vote. Bow to my evil and despair. I know I'm going to lose some followers for this but if Rick and Morty as well as BFB can get away with it then so can I. I already explained my reasoning for the name in the chapter. And I hit you with multi-punch combo, not bad, not bad at all. Now I'm basically going to interchange Ferno and Izuku. Izuku isn't a perfect Sith so keeping his original name is not unlikely.

If you guess who the apprentice is, I'll explain my reasoning for choosing them.