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I know I said that I would not start any "new" stories, but this is an older one. I found the document on my hard drive while going through and deleting my extra documents to make more room.

This document was made in like 2020 or 2021.

It was initially only 300 or 400 words. I reread it and decided to finish the chapter.

The story begins...

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(First Person's Point of View)

Indestructible.

One word that many people wished they had, or wanted to use, I have come to learn that it is not all that cracked up to be. Being indestructible, invulnerable, and nigh immortal is not all it is cracked up to be.

It all started when I helped someone who happened to be a trickster. For helping someone out of the goodness of my heart, he gave me three wishes and a new universe to play with. I thought he was crazy, but after a small demonstration of his power, I quickly learned to believe him.

For my First Wish, I wished I had the powers and abilities of Dooms Day, but also having a human form… no… let's make it an Asgardian Form.

The Second Wish, I wanted the Powers, Abilities and Memories of Hela from the M.C.U. (The Marvel Cinimea Universe), but instead of solely Asgard being a source of power, I wanted it to be both Earth and Asgard. So in short, as long as I was on either Earth or Asgard, I would grow in strength.

My Third and final Wish was that I wanted the Powers, Skills, and Memories of Anakin Skywalker slash Darth Vader. He may seem weaker than the rest of the choices, but a fully realized potential of the Chosen One is easily a planet buster. Look at the Lord of Hunger, Nihilus. The Eternal Emperor Valkorion, also known as Lord Vitiate. Both were able to drain entire worlds of their life force. Valkorion was able to live for a couple of hundred years to a thousand years.

He extended out his hand for me to shake.

I reached out and shook his hand.

The moment our skin made contact, I blacked out.

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(Abaddon Doyle's Point of View)

I slowly opened up my eyes and held back a groan of pain. I had thousands of years of memories forced into my mind and body. I felt a whole lot of pain from both Anakin, Vader, and Hela. I felt being shocked by Lightning. I felt burning to a crisp. I felt like I was being dismembered. I felt so much pain, physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. I felt pain like never before and all at once.

I squeezed my eyes shut and began to sort through the memories that I had received. There were a lot of them, but I was managing it.

After what could have been several hours or a day or two, I opened up my eyes yet again, and this time, I felt none of the pain or had a sudden flux of memories.

I saw I was in a small dark cell of sorts. I wanted to growl, but I continued to look around in silence, not moving my head yet as I took what was in front of me.

I used the Force to sense everything around me. I could feel that there was nothing and no one outside of the barrier. I closed my eyes and focused as I stretched out my senses even further than this area. I was utterly alone. Which was fine with me, and gave me more time to sort through my memories and sense things through the Force.

No… it was not a cell. It was more like a sarcophagus.

I closed my eyes and focused on the Force, and I began to see some things in my mind's eye.

I saw Star-Killer-Base, blowing up an entire Star System. I felt more than Trillions of lives die at once.

I saw the Death Star blowing up Alderaan, and I felt millions, if not more lives, die simultaneously.

I saw the Fall of the Jedi Order, with Order Sixty-Six (66) and Operation Knight-Fall. I felt thousands of lives die within a few moments and hours.

I saw and felt the Death… and darkness. The Fury of the Dark Side and the Pain of the Light Side.

I saw War, Death, Rebuilt and Renewal, and the Cycle of the Universe.

Death was natural. It brought forth Life.

Destruction was needed so things could be rebuilt.

Without Chaos, there would not be Order.

The Brightest of Lights produces the Darkest of Shadows.

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(Abaddon Doyle's Point of View)

I slowly came back to my senses. It was time that I left my mark on this world… no… this Universe.

I snapped my finger, and it felt heavy, as though I had not moved in a millennium.

I slowly wiggled my toes and began to gain feeling in my body.

I began to set mental seals on my strength so that I would only be the strength of three Wookies, though I could use the Force to augment it. The reason why I did that was not to turn someone into paste should I punch someone. I placed a few more seals and mental barriers. The reason for that is so that I do not draw more attention to myself.

After a couple moments of doing that, I lifted my hands up and placed my palms on the underside of the sarcophagus's lid. With a little bit of effort, I slowly slid the lid to the side, but I used the Force to hold the lid in place before it hit the ground. I climbed out of the casket and placed the lid back into place.

I realized I was in a tomb of sorts. As I looked around, I saw that everything was made out of stone.

I frowned slightly, not expecting to be in a casket inside a tomb.

I was heavily considering using the Force to blast my way out of here. However, I wanted to keep my existence hidden until I WANTED to reveal myself.

I slowly understood that I was naked. I scowled slightly, then snapped my fingers and used Hela's memories and magic to summon some armor. The black Asgardian leather armor formed around me. I glanced at myself and shrugged. It will work for now until I get some regular clothes for this place in space and time.

I used the Force to give me Force Sight so I could "see" and sense the tomb as I looked and sensed for any traps and an exit.

I summoned a black sword that was about four feet long, with a cross guard that was six inches wide on either side of the hilt and a pommel that had a spike on the end of it. The handle was made for two hands, though I wielded it in a single hand.

With a sword in hand and armor on my body, I marched through the labyrinth.

This place was full of booby traps. I avoided them all, not wanting to see what would happen to me. After all, if I was placed down here, they may have known what I was… though it is just as likely that the people who put me here just did not want people coming and getting me. Both are about equal in likely hood.

After a while of walking and searching for the exit and avoiding several dozen traps, I was genuinely beginning to lose my little patience.

Through an annoyed growl, I felt something through the Force.

Immediately, I placed my mental barriers up and cloaked my Force Presence.

I felt bewilderment and confusion from whatever was close to me.

Whoever or whatever was nearly above me. I sensed that they were going to try to enter the labyrinth; if they did not do that, then they would destroy it.

I sat down cross-legged and closed my eyes with my back against the wall.

I waited for anywhere between a half an hour to three-quarters of an hour.

The Force warned me of something before it happened. My eyes snapped open, and then I rolled to my feet.

I felt the stone shake from above and below me.

I sensed heat coming from both directions.

I used the Force and saw that magma was rising from where my sarcophagus was lying. I was swiftly brought out of the vision when I dodged a large boulder that landed where I was standing.

Then, the rocks above me turned red and began to liquefy from the heat.

I growled and used the Force to make a Barrier between me and dripping molten rock.

A few short seconds later, a red laser narrowly missed me and shot through the ground, going deeper into the ground.

I sheathed the sword on my back and summoned two obsidian black daggers.

The laser stopped as though it needed to cool down, and I quickly began to stab the stone that was soft from the heat and started to climb swiftly through the artificial tunnel. I used the Force to Speed my progress, moving even faster than the eye could see.

I leapt out of the pit just as the laser began to fire again.

"Hey, you!" I heard someone shout at me in Galatic Basic.

I slowly turned around as I dropped my daggers, not feeling like a fight at the moment. I raised my hands over my head in the universal sign of surrender.

I saw that they were wearing armor.

I could not tell if they were Mandalorians, Clones, or a group of Bounty Hunters.

"What were you doing in there?" Asked one.

Another asked, "Forget that, HOW did you get in there?!"

"Who are you?" I asked them. I counted that there were twenty of them around the area.

They pointed their blasters at me, and the one using the mining laser pointed it at me.

"Come on, Louy, that is overkill!" someone said exasperated, who I thought was the leader.

That did bring a smile to my face.

Louy replied with a shrug, "It could have helped get him to talk."

I looked around and saw that they looked human, or at least humanoid.

The leader turned his attention back to me and ordered, "Name."

I thought about it and then said, "Abaddon Doyle."

Louy asked from the laser, "What were you doing in the tomb?"

I said sarcastically, "I was taking a nap."

The Force blared a warning, and a few moments before, the hole began to turn into a volcanic geyser, shooting lava high into the air.

I used the distraction to dart away from the newly formed volcano and the group of people.

I trusted the Force as I allowed it to guide me in a near-random direction away from the group. I felt some of their deaths. I knew that some of them had died, and others had survived.

As I blitzed away like a black lightning bolt, I took this opportunity to observe the surroundings.

The sky was dark with ash and soot, but beyond that, I sensed that the very planet was dying or was near death, for there was hardly any life on this desolate rock.

The ground was stony and rocky, bare of plant life.

I saw a ship in the nearby area, so I streaked toward it.

I slowed to a stop as I used the Force to unlock and open the ramp. It was a YT-1300. It made me remember Han Solo's ship. It was the same model as his, though this one looked like it was a bit newer, and it was not AS modified.

As I climbed up the ramp, I heard someone scramble toward me.

I saw a red-skinned twi'lek rushing toward me with a vibro-blade.

I scoffed and lifted a hand, and Force Crushed their throat, killing them instantly.

I walked into the ship and then closed the ramp as I ventured into the ship.

My new life will begin.

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