AN: Sorry for the name change mid chapter but just pretend that his name was always Pyronek k? Also, in regards to the MC's absurd height, he grew to be that insanly large due to the fact that instead of killing Lords Sion, Nihilus and Traya, he absorbed them and gained their power. The height was an unforseen side effect. Anyways, TFD out!

Pyronek awoke to the feeling of total weightlessness as he was levitated by Guiche off of the roof. He noticed the now concious Visas tied up on top of Tabitha's dragon. The winged beast immeadiatly made Pyronek think of a Krayt Dragon with wings. 'A horriffying concept' Pyronek shuddered internally at the thought of seeing one.

"There Zero, I've got your disobediant familiars."

"Thanks, Guiche." Louise said nonchalantly as she grabbed the back of Pyronek's cloak and a rope around Visas' wrists.

"Come on you two."

Guiche shuddered at the killing intent pouring out of the pale familiars pitch black eyes as he dragged his thumb across his throat.

They finally made it back into Louise's room and awaited the barage of complaints and insults about to be hurled their way.

"YOU WORTHLESS DOGS!" Louise repeated over and over again until she literally turned blue. She punctuated her anger by slapping a pair of dog collars on to the Sith. "You are not allowed to leave this room until I deem that you have been thoroughly punished. Of course Pyronek being Pyronek would not have this at all.

That night while he was thinking of the various ways that he could get back at this pink-haired brat he remembered that he had fully absorbed the Sith Triumvirate and thus gained their memories, appearances, abilities, and personalities when he drew apon their spirits. The Lord of Death realized his plan and smiled.

The next day Louise awoke to the sight of Pyronek and Visas sitting on the couch across from her, the collars torn off and discarded.

"Why and how have you removed your collars familiars?" Louise was obviously disgruntled and annoyed, even at this early hour.

"To answer your questions in order, my master wished them to be removed, and there is little that he can not do." Visas replied not looking at Louise for a second.

"Who are you talking about? I am your only master and I order you to put those back on at once!" This comment got the attention of Pyronek, who was bent over to prevant his head from bumping against the ceiling.

"Visas is my apprentice and I am her master due to two things, One, we are sith and I am more powerful than she is, and thus I am training her until she exceeds my strength. Two, I, in a sense, 'ate' her previous master after nearly killing him."

Louise was now confused, because while her massive familiar looked like a corpse she did not take him to be a cannibal. "What do you mean you ate her old master?" Louise inquired.

"She was the apprentice to one Darth Nihilus who was an immensly powerful Sith Lord who had eaten entire worlds just to sate his incredible hunger. We eventually fought and I came out on top, and in order to ensure his deastruction, I absorbed his spirit before he could pass on fully. I did not literally eat his body because he did not have a physhical form any more."

Louise's anger and confusion were replaced by pure, unadulterated, terror at the fact that her familiar was strong enough to not only prevent a spirit from passing on, but to then devour said spirit. Her train of thought was cut off by Pyronek.

"Would you like to see Nihilus? I can show what it looked like before it died."

"Yes, but why did you say 'it'"

"My old master claimed that he became so impossibly powerful that he defied all standards of definition. Visas also correctly stated that he was not so much a man, but instead a wound in the force."

"What is the force?" Louise innocently asked, confused at the incredilous look on her familiars too-pale face. After about five minutes of sitting still and repeatedly opening and closing his mouth before coming back to his senses.

"The force is what the universe is made up of. It runs through us and at the same time is us. Certain individuals such as myself and Visas have the ability to sense and control the force. Anyways, I was showing you the form of Darth Nihilus. Visas, you may leave if you wish." Visas thanked him and ran out of the room.

"Why did you say that!? She should only obey me instead of yo-"

"Quiet child, I need to focus." Pyronek suddenly began to shrink and change appearance. His robes stayed the exact same except for becoming much smaller, and a white mask with two short red lines above the eyes appeared on his face. Disturbingly, there was nothing beneath the mask. The eye-holes were black as Pyronek's regular eyes. He radiated power and death.

"This is Nihilus, Lord of Hunger, and the most powerful out of the Sith Triumvirate." His voice was echoing and distorted often. Louise was simultaniously shocked, and scared.

"Wait a second, earlier you called him 'Darth' but now you dont. Why is that?"

" 'Darth' is a title used by members of the Sith such as myself. Once fully recognised as a Sith Lord, you give up your name in favor of a new one. Pyronek Doronaal is my old name that I rarely use. My true name is the one I assigned to myself when I became a sith: Darth Kyr'am"

"Kyr'am doesnt sound like Tristainian, Germanian, Gallian, Romalian, or Albonian. Is it from an elvish language?" Louise asked.

"No, it is Mando'a for death."

"Excuse me for asking, but what is Mando'a?"

"The language of the Mandalorians, my people."

"You aren't human!?" Louise asked incredilously.

"No, I am human, I was just born and raised on Mandalore and consider myself to be Mandalorian over human." [AN: The exposition is strong with this one!]

After a long and awkward silence, Louise spoke up and voiced her main concern. "Could you please go back to your normal form now, this one scares me."

"No thanks, we are about to go eat, and I really dont want to crawl through the door and sit next to the table while eating with the force. Besides, it is harmful to change forms in quick succesion. Louise, lets go." And with that he walked out the door grabbing Visas as he went, completely ignoring her shocked expression.

When the trio arrived at the cafateria Kyr'am [This will be the name I use for Pyronek from now on.] nearly passed out from the sight of so much food due to the crippling hunger that plagued the form of Nihilus. Running over to the table that Louise was at he realized that he could not eat as Nihilus because of the lack of a body. He made yet another realization when he thought of the different forms he had that could fit at this table: Traya and Sion. If he wished to eat, he had to endure the torture of being in the form of Darth Sion, due to the fact that he was the only option because Traya had no hands.

You know what? FUCK IT! Kyr'am thought as he morphed into the Lord of Pain and nearly fell over as he was hit with wave after wave of agony, until he used his mastery over the force to completely nullify the pain receptors in his brain.

"AH BRIMIR KYR'AM, WHAT HAPPENED?" Louise screamed when she looked upon the Sith's cracked and decaying body.

"I took the form of Darth Sion so I coud eat. I'll explain all about The Sith Triumvirate afterwards, but for now lets just say hes died multiple times and leave it at that." Right as Kyr'am sat down to eat, Louise poked him on the shoulder with a fork she had stolen form another student.

"What? Im about to eat."

"Your meal is over there. Only nobles may sit at this table."

"Okay then, be that way!" Kyr'am said childishly before sticking out his tongue and grabbing a plate. He was poked again as he reached for some food to put on his plate.

"What now?" He asked with slight irritation.

"You are not allowed to eat this food. Your meal is over there." She pointed towards a small metal dog bowl on the floor next to where Louise was sitting.

"I have three things to say. One, you do not poke a mandalorian with a sharp object unless you want to fight. Two, this form is rather brittle, so if you continue to poke me some skin may fall off of my arm. Three, I am a human being such as yourself, an I will be treated as such, so instead of suffering the indignaties of a barbaric society where the nobility still rules over the helpless commoners, I'll choose not to have such nobility as my company. Goodbye Louise."

He said 'Louise with a particularily venomous tone. The hungry and annoyed mandalorian walked up to a maid and asked where the kitchens where in the nicest tone possible. She still screeched and siliently pointed at a pair of doors at the end of the room. Upon entering the kitchens, the sith immeaditly took to calming everyone down.

"Don't panic, im just like this so that I can eat. I am not here the hurt anyone, I just came here because the nobility pushed me to my limits and I need to eat something. Okay?" At his mention of the nobility angering him, the head chef smiled and said,

"Well, my disfigured friend, with an attitude like that you'll always be welcome in my kitchen. Siesta, get the man some stew!" Kyr'am politly thanked the chef before sitting down and taking the bowl. He uttered a short prayer to Kad Ha'rangir before eating. While he was eating the delicious stew the maid known as Siesta shly asked what that prayer was.

"Hmm? Oh that was a prayer to the bringer of change and growth, Kad Ha'rangir, the destroyer god."

"That is blasphemy!" Siesta whispered, "If anyone from the church hears this, you'll be executed!"

"I am hating this accursed planet more and more. I am stranded on a planet where a proud mandalorian cant even practice his relgion. Tell me Siesta, where is this religion based?"

"Romalia, why?"

"Im going to form a company and go on a crusade." He said grimly.

"WHAT!? Why?"

"My conscience and my heritage demand it. I will annihilate this 'church' and free the continent of it's tyranny. Kote at Manda'yaim" and at that, the angered sith transformed back into his normal form with the exception of his clothing being mandalorian battle armor.