AN: I don't own Star Wars or Kuroinu
Warning, this chapter will contain suggestive themes, mentions of rape, and descriptions of gore!
Reader's discretion is advised!
Chapter 1
A Sensing Arrival
In the middle of the starry night, Vader and the couple behind him arrived at their next location. A small village called Ledian is located away from the green forest.
One of the few areas in the land that hasn't been touched by the plague of the Black Dogs' ruthless nature. It was a quiet little town to be sure but was a perfect place to rest for tonight.
The atmosphere was calmer, especially compared to the cold tone of the forest the trio was located in. The cold wind hallowed behind Vader's cape, creating a shadow across his trail. Vader didn't mind the quiet vibe of the village here, in fact, it was a nice change of pace, from the chaotic days of his time as a Galactic Emperor.
It brought serenity to Vader's mind, knowing he was glad to no longer be a slave to Sidious, let alone anyone because he broke the cycle of hatred, thanks to his son believing him.
The former Sith Lord was prepared to play his role once again, even if his dark tendencies hadn't left completely, he would stay on the right path in his journey.
Looking at what was in front of him, he noticed a couple of villagers giving the former Jedi sketchy looks, due to his unordinary appearance. Vader couldn't care less what these settlers thought about the way he dressed. It was how the Force sent him to this world in the first place. His mechanical breathing wasn't helping with his introduction upon his arrival in the village.
The couple behind him, despite saving them from a tragic fate, were still unsure what his goals were or where he even came from for that matter.
Even so, it was because of them Vader could get a decent start on where to travel next.
Thanks to their help, Vader was able to gain further information about this odd land.
According to what the couple stated previously, he learned that each region had different kingdoms and was separated from each other.
There was even a war, currently going on since arriving here. The war with The Black Dogs. The former Sith Lord was unfamiliar with that name as it would appear these so-called "demons" were just a bunch of bounty hunters, who were supposedly errand boys for the Princesses of this world.
From what Vader was able to gather from their words, there was a previous war between the Goddess and her rival, The Dark Queen.
Supposedly, she was some kind of dark elf from what Vader could understand and was the one responsible for waging war against the Goddess and her companions.
The Seven Shield Alliance were referred to as they were the heroes of this nation. People, especially, had high respect for the Goddess and worshiped her as a deity of sorts.
The dark-masked Force user scoffed at that thought alone. If she truly was the champion of her people, then why did she send her immoral lackeys to do the job for her?
Her stupid decisions, it is what led to the downfall of her kingdom.
It began to remind Vader further of the old ways of the Jedi. Sure, their motives may have been for the good, putting their lives at stake on many daily bases but their lack of competence is what led to countless civilians dying in the crisis.
The thoughts began to disgust Vader further as the rage continued to dwell inside him, how the mighty had fallen.
Vader had witnessed death everywhere, both as a Jedi and Sith. Many cities have been taken over and countless times planets have been slain by the Emperor.
It wasn't just the supposed Goddess on Vader's mind but the rest of the rulers in each kingdom.
Beside the Dark Queen's fortress, one of the other kingdoms named Feoh was taken over by the detestable dogs, along with another one called, Ur.
That was unfortunate. The fact is it wasn't just those creatures he had slain not too long ago but humans. If not, they were just demons disguised as men.
Unspeakable.
Worst, it wasn't just murder and destruction in the land but forcing yourself onto a woman for a twisted pleasure caused Vader's rage to increase mentally, and found it extremely distasteful.
Even the troopers and bounty hunters in Vader's previous world never showed sordid motives that were dishonorable in every way possible.
The act of committing those appalling acts was one Vader never condoned. Even when he was taken under Sidious's wing, he never considered it.
Plus, his health during those times made it impossible for him to engage in intercourse, and wouldn't offer any pleasure to him since the lava on Mustafar left some… permanent damage to certain parts of his body.
Even so, Vader found those acts sickening.
"Well, we're here," Neil said.
Turning his attention to the brown-haired man, Vader was relieved at the news.
"This should be the inn. We can take separate rooms." Lily said. "If that's okay with you." The dark-haired woman finished hesitantly.
"Very well," Vader said, continuing to walk towards the front entrance.
"Wait!" Neil shouted, stopping the former Sith apprentice.
"Yes?" Vader spoke.
"You also might want to take note of your… current appearance. Not that I have anything against it but… other people might be… alarmed by it." Neil cautioned.
"Then they shall get used to it. It cannot come off." Vader defined, choosing to keep his identity a secret from these people.
"Y-yes. I understand now." Neil said.
Entering the inn with the couple behind him, the sudden change in the atmosphere shifted to make someone's blood run cold.
The mechanical breathing from Vader's mask increased the alarm factor. Vader scanned the establishment with pictures of mountains on the walls and offered a cozy feel in the environment.
There was a man behind the counter, supposedly the innkeeper of this establishment, who was eyeing him suspiciously with an uneasy expression.
Vader calmly walked over to the man behind the counter and the couple behind him.
"Hello. My wife and I would like to spend the night here, along with this man right here. With two separate rooms of course."
Y…y-yes sir!" The man began to stutter at his own words. "With three people, it… will be… a bit more… expensive." The man said, scared stiff. The man took notice of Vader's silent demeanor and decided to change his words. "But… I think I can make an exception today."
"Khooh Phuur."
"Alright." Vader calmly spoke as Neil placed a couple of gold coins on the counter for a tip.
"Here are… the keys… to both of your rooms." The man stated, attempting to keep a calm composure. Vader snatched one of the keys from the man's hand, using the Force, further alarming him with his abilities.
Vader felt the eyes of the man staring at him, questioning what kind of power was that. But Vader didn't care either way.
Before entering his room, Vader told the couple to aid in finding rest for tonight. Both Lily and Neil showed their gratitude and once again, thanked him for they would not even be here in the first place.
Again, it felt very odd for Vader to show this kind of gratitude to him.
Turning his head to face the door, Vader entered inside and closed the door behind him.
Taking one look at his room, it was a pretty basic room with a standard bed, a window, and a mirror with a couple of paintings of the kingdoms located there. Sorta reminds the former Knight of the architecture from his time at Naboo.
Finally taking a breather, Vader removed his black hood and mask, letting his brunette hair run wild once more.
Placing his mask on the mirror counter, Vader narrowed his eyes, facing himself as his blue eyes had a look of sorrow.
How long? How long has it been since he saw the real version of himself?
Vader continued to stare at the mirror, reminding him of his failures and burdens in his previous thoughts of the Jedi.
Vader slowly proceeded to touch the scar on his right eye, remembering the tight injury as the gloved hand felt an itchy sensation. A visual reminder of an affront from his past.
During a lightsaber duel as a former Jedi, Vader remembers pursuing a woman by the name of Asajj Ventress, the former apprentice of Count Dooku, who was located in the Coruscant Underlevels.
In blind rage due to his carelessness, the Sith pupil got the better of him by slashing the tip of her lightsaber over his right eye.
Another reminder of his mistakes as his foolish Jedi self.
Scowling out of resentment, Vader turned his attention away from the mirror.
Echoes of his past were beginning to form in his mind. Flashes of before.
"What have I done?!"
"Henceforth, you shall be known as… Darth Vader…"
"Execute Order 66"
"It will be done, my lord."
"Anakin…"
No, he didn't want to be reminded of those terrible memories.
"I HATE YOU!"
"You were my brother, Anakin… I loved you."
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry Anakin… for all of it…"
"I'm not your failure… Obi-Wan… You didn't kill… Anakin… Skywalker… I did."
The memories were getting more painful each second as Vader began to close his eyes in further regret. No… He was supposed to be free from his inner turmoil.
"Goodbye Darth…"
"The circle is complete. When I left you, I was the learner, now I am the master."
"Only a master of evil, Darth."
"With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order in the galaxy."
"I'll never join you!"
"If you only knew the power of the Dark Side."
"Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."
Stop… Please stop.
"He told me enough! He told me you killed him."
"No, I am your father."
Stop… Stop… Both of his hands were on his face, clutching his head in pain. His hands were beginning to shake at the awful recollection of memories.
"I'll never join you."
"I am a Jedi, like my father before me."
"So be it, Jedi."
"NO!"
"Luke, help me take this mask off."
"But you'll die."
"Just for once, let me look on you with my own eyes..."
"Now, go, my son… Leave me…"
"I'll not leave you here. I got to save you."
"You already have, Luke. You were right. You were… right about me…"
"Tell your sister… you were right…"
NO! NO! MORE!
Vader's head continues to ache. His teeth were gritting. His right hand was on his forehead as a sense of guilt was beginning to overshadow him.
Why?
Why was he remembering these moments so forcibly? And why? Why were they so very painful as they were bittersweet?
Vader immediately took a deep breath, letting his emotions be in better control.
No, he needed to get a hold of himself. He'd already been brought back from the dark side, being reunited with the light once more. Thanks to his son giving him a second chance.
Even so, it didn't change his opinion of his Jedi self.
His son might have forgiven Anakin Skywalker but Vader didn't. Vader loathed his past life and would never stop feeling resentful toward himself for the past mistakes he committed, such as falling into the corrupt ways of the council's lies and becoming a puppet of Palpatine didn't help the situation further.
Twas is one of the reasons why his wife died, giving birth to his son and daughter. Using the last of her strength to give both of their children life, before trading hers as well. As well, as the same day when Anakin Skywalker died and Darth Vader came to rise.
Anakin was dead. He was the one who had slain him. He said so himself. There was no Anakin but there was no Darth either. Both were gone completely. There was only Vader. The new identity that The Force chose for him.
Vader shook his head at the terrible memory. This is not what Luke would have wanted for him. He didn't have time to dwell on the past. He needed to find more information about the kingdoms and more about the history of Eostia.
Vader went over to his bed and continued to meditate. Learning to master the Force in both the light and the dark side of its power.
He did wonder why The Force reverted him into his Pre-Mustafar self. Was this due to the last good deed he committed on The Death Star? Because he slain the Emperor?
Even so, was that enough redemption in the eyes of The Force? Did that really erase his past crimes in the galaxy? He would have to work hard to gain the vindication from his past sins.
It was… interesting to say the least. While he wouldn't forget those mistakes, he knew dwelling on the past was just a waste of time. Palpatine was gone at least. And The Force was in a perfect balance between light and dark.
Now that he had his original body back, no longer having that abomination of a suit, Vader had more untapped power, coursing in his blood. He wondered what else he could do with his power.
It was time to master his full potential once and for all.
Waking up in fright, a blonde-haired woman with green eyes and a voluptuous body, dressed in a white gown sat up in her bed. Sweat began to appear everywhere due to alarm and fear.
Celestine Lucross was awake in the middle of the night. She feared that she had a bad dream as something disturbed her time of peace.
The blonde-haired elf turned her gaze to the night skies, the moon giving light to her face as she excused herself to take a breather.
In the capital of Ken, she reminisces about what has led her country, Eostia, to fall into madness. It truly saddened her.
It had been a month and a half since this damn war began and two of her kingdoms were captured by the enemy. The enemy who she thought previously was an ally.
The entire nation was close to the brink of destruction due to the ongoing conflicts of the war. Countless soldiers were dying and civilians had to flee from their villages to find refuge in another one.
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair to her people, having to be dragged into this. The city of Ken will be nothing but a land filled with misery and ruin peace among the land.
At this rate, it would not only be her kingdom but the other kingdoms that haven't been touched by the wrath of The Black Dogs.
She hoped her fellow Shield companions were safe and sound.
But a nagging feeling began to bother her as if it felt something or someone who was minacious made her blood run cold.
This power she felt. It felt like anger and fear mixed. Hate was the best word to describe it. The blonde-haired elf began to feel appalled by those thoughts alone.
The leader of the Seven Shield shudders at the strange energy she has never felt before in her life.
At the same time, it felt… like it was crying. It felt sad. And Celestine could sense regret and sorrow with this malevolent force. She felt empathy for this strange presence. Tears were starting to come out from Celestine's eyes, unaware she was crying as she looked back in shock.
What? Why was she crying? She… She didn't understand but in a way, she felt the pain of this unknown entity of sorts.
Could it be Olga's doing?
No, the last time she heard from her friend… rival, or frenemy was captured and held captive somewhere in the lands. She did hope her childhood friend was safe and unharmed, knowing she'd do anything to rekindle their past friendship.
Besides that, this strange mana was completely different from other types of mana or any magic around in the land of Eostia. This was odd, even for her past experiences of using magic before.
Whatever it was, it had a malevolent notion. It was like a force to be reckoned with and this greatly worried Celestine since there were bigger issues at stake.
'Oh, Olga. I wish you were here. You were good at predicting the different types of dark magic since it was your expertise. I hope the war hasn't affected you too greatly and that you are safe out there, my dear friend…" Celestine mentally prayed for the safety of her other counterpart and childhood friend.
"My lady. Are you alright?" A feminine voice announced, catching the Goddess' attention. Celestine quickly wiped the tears away from her eyes and narrowed her attention to where the voice came from.
At the entrance of the room, there stood a woman who was possibly around her thirties.
She had light brown hair that was tied in a bun and blue eyes. She was currently wearing silver and gold armor covering her arms, legs, and shoulders around her waist with a white thong at the bottom between her legs.
A typical knight armor that each knight in the kingdom had to wear for the policy.
This is Claudia Levantine, the right-hand woman to the Goddess and one of the Princess knights of the alliance.
"I heard a noise coming from your room, your holiness. I wanted to make sure you weren't harmed by intruders." Claudia spoke in a concerned manner for her Goddess.
Celestine shook her head, replying to one of her Knights kindly. "No, I'm okay. Thank you, Claudia, but something has been on my mind for a while."
The Princess Knight noticed the high elf's expression changed to a somber look.
"My lady, forgive me for asking this but is it due to the war currently going on?"
Celestine's eyes widened at her knight's words. "No, well, yes, but something else has come to fruition."
"May I ask what has worried you greatly, my lady?" Claudia asked concern for her leader.
Celestine kept quiet to herself. What could she say to one of her proud warriors? That she had a bad dream and she felt a negative atmosphere that was close by? A terrible war was ongoing in her land and she didn't want to make matters worse by discussing a subject that possibly wasn't close to reality.
Speaking of her dream, she only remembers bits of pieces. The first thing that came to her head was the image of a smoke cloud, forming a resemblance to a skull. It began to puzzle her further and can't remember much of it. Was it about a demon or… something more frightening?
Her memory was going in a circle. It felt like her mind was being clouded by an unknown presence and she couldn't make sense of this logic.
"Nothing. Claudia, you should get some rest. Your husband will be worried about you." Celestine meant out of concern.
Claudia knew that her leader was keeping something from her but decided not to dwell on it. She was right. She had gotten out of her bedroom to check on her ruler and knew that her husband would decide to go look for her in these late times.
"Yes, your holiness. I should continue to get some rest. Klaus usually gets worried if I'm not in bed by this time." Claudia bowed out of respect and continued to head out of the room. "However, if you ever need my aid, I will be here to support you. I will not let those treacherous dogs near this kingdom. Feoh and Ur have been conquered at this time but I'll make sure the others and I will reclaim it once more." Claudia swore on the name of her Goddess.
Celestine smiled at her companion's initiative. "Thank you, Claudia. Please, get some rest. I'll be in bed shortly."
"Yes, my lady," Claudia said, before closing the bedroom door and making her way out.
That was a close call on her part. Celestine knew Claudia meant well but in a frightening scenario like this, she didn't want one of her proud knights knowing she had a nightmare, considering her affairs in the war.
She didn't want to put her other companions at risk, not like the unfortunate events in the kingdom of Feoh.
After Claudia left, Celestine took another deep breath and made her way back to where her bed was located. As the high elf lay in her resting place, she took one final thought as she began to stare at the blank ceiling.
"Who was that man?" Celestine asked before her emerald eyes began to close, awaiting her rest.
'Is he a savior we've been waiting for or is it something much more horrid?' Celestine questioned with morbid concern in her mind.
"A reaper perhaps here."
Celestine drifted off to sleep, hoping a silver lining would arrive.
The next morning, Vader slowly opened his eyes, realizing morning had arrived. Perfect timing to look for resources.
Vader had gotten off his bed, grabbed his mask lying on the shelf, placed the Sith Mask over his head, and covered it with the newly acquired dark hood he gained when he first woke up in this strange land. Once he had completed his attire, the former Sith Lord made his way out of the room.
The fact that Vader can rest in a bed. A bed, no longer in a bacta tank or a pressurized chamber.
The bacta tank, while more comfortable than the agonizing suit Palpatine designed for his being, never fully healed his injuries, thus his skin became grayer and deformed for over twenty years. That wasn't the case here anymore.
To add on the plus side, Vader can breathe air and eat solid food again, showing further gratitude to the Force.
Once he had met with the same man behind the counter, returning the keys to his room and making his way out of the inn, he heard a voice call out behind him.
"Hey, wait!" A male voice shouted, catching the dark Force user's attention. What are the chances of that? They didn't have to act following his presence. They were best to stay away from him and get themselves into further distress now.
The former Sith apprentice turned to face the dark-haired man and his wife approached him. "Hey, you weren't thinking of leaving us there." Neil wondered.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I didn't wish to disturb your rest. You don't need to follow me once more. I can handle myself and find what I am looking for."
Neil and his wife began to share a look at the dark-masked man. "But… thing is, what exactly is it you're trying to find out there? Is there anything you're looking for specifically?"
"Answers. I want to find out more about the reputation of what this land offers. More importantly, about the Kingdoms and rulers who correlate with the military here."
"So you want… to become a soldier? You wish to help the Goddess and the alliance who started this war in the first place?"
"No. As you said before, from what I'm hearing from your words, this war only began because of these "rulers" who lack any sort of competence to send their hirelings, only for betrayal to arrive in an unexpected form. I cannot depend on these higher-ups who don't bother to finish the job themselves. Either you keep your ideals to the end or only end up in a pathetic state where your enemies are ahead of you." Vader said, knowing it was speaking from experience.
"But… the Black Dogs are everywhere. Surely, you must have an idea of where to go next." Neil cautioned.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Then let them approach me. The last thing they will see is death coming towards them." Vader meant with malice in his voice.
"So that's it… This is where we go our separate ways." Neil spoke one's mind.
"It would seem so. You and your wife should find a place safe, especially during times of war, it is wise to keep your distance far away from the conflict." Vader spoke wisely towards the brown-haired man and his worried wife.
Hesitantly, nodding their head in agreement, Neil and Lily took one last look at the masked Force user, both of their faces, reflecting off the man's lens.
"Thank you for your help. And I hope you do find whatever you're looking for out there." Neil meant sincerely.
As the couple spoke their last words, Vader turned his back on the couple as both Neil and Lily waved goodbye to the dark-masked man before walking away to a safe distance away from the fight.
Vader had begun to leave the village, ignoring the gossip and looks the passing villagers were making as he was hoping to find out what else was there in this land.
From what Vader can recall, there were seven kingdoms located in this land.
The kingdoms, Feoh and Ur have been overruled by the enemies of this nation, Vader remembers that part clearly. Were the other kingdoms untouched by those larkins?
Using the Force earlier while in his mediation state, Vader could sense the presence of a large group of horses, arriving from the west side of this village. These creatures have allied with them, planning an invasion of some sort.
Overall, Vader needed to be careful and make sure who was on the right side.
Because the ones with bad intentions that cross his path will be a mistake and Darth Vader never forgets those who contend a lack of faith.
A group of men dressed in mercenary armor was galloping on their horses, heading to their next destination.
Five of them were loyal members of the Kuroinu Army and were back from raiding a village in the eastern part of the land.
"Wow! Did you guys see how big her tits were?!" One of the mercenaries named Tort expressed out loud to his comrades. "Man, I wished I could have lasted longer before she went out like a beggar!"
Tort was a brown-haired, burly man with brown eyes and tanned skin who appeared to be the group's muscle.
After joining the Kuroinu army, Tort thought he could have any woman sitting on his lap. He did have a thing for the mercenary Queen, who later became a Princess Knight as one of the heroines in the city.
It was too bad that she only had unresolved feelings for his boss. Early in their debauchery, Tort only took advantage of the women in the village they raided as some sort of compensation, for not having Maia in his bed.
She was still out there… He didn't care if the redhead had a crush on the boss, he was going to make her his and he would get her into his bed and no one could tell him no otherwise.
Fuck Vault, even if Maia refused, he would do it with force!
"Yep! Indeed she was! All of those bitches in that village were worth playing with it! Guess the fun's gotta end soon. We gotta report back to the fortress." The second mercenary named Vincent also shouted in glee. Vincent was a black-haired man who had a bit of a scrawny physique, sharing the same skin color as Tort and was the middle man, the one who agreed with everything his brothers-in-arms mentioned and he would nod his head profusely. The youngest mercenary in the group by far.
Vincent at first became a mercenary to help fend for his land but seeing as how the Goddess and those floozies got all the credit for all the tough shit they have been through on the battlefield. Where's his credit?! What prevented him from getting some excitement once in a while?!
He was a warrior, damn it! And this would be his moment in the spotlight.
Plus, he always did have a thing with the Princess of Ur. Seeing her face reminded Vincent of sweet memories of the first time she performed "service" to him and his comrades. He did wonder if she was qualified to join the mercenary team.
Either way, he would get a chance to prove himself as a warrior and someone for the ladies to have as a sort of entertainment.
"Yep, Vault's gonna be pissed if we don't report to him as soon as possible." The third merc Lance mentioned. "But once he sees the bitches in that village we raided, oh, it'd keep his mouth shut once he gets a look at that tramp's rack!" Lance laughed with pure enjoyment.
Lance was a white-skinned man with light-brown hair and hazel eyes. What stood him out from his comrades was that snarky smile he always carried with him. He acted like he was a big shot and came off as an arrogant man.
Lance was exactly just like the rest of his brothers-in-arms. Joining the mercenaries for the same reason, getting pussy daily. Whether it was young, old, skinny, or fat, he didn't care, whatever had a hole in it, increased excitement in his pants.
"By the way, do you guys think that dark elf bitch is still fresh for us?" The fourth merc Cline asked. "I hope those stupid-ass Orcs haven't gotten a piece of her yet. Fucking animals." Cline expressed.
Cline had brown hair with gray eyes, and his hair was wrapped in a ponytail and was the fourth mercenary on the team.
Cline was also hoping to get some more action. The way that dark elf was screaming, asking for more of their bodily fluids all over her.
Breaking that bitch and her subordinate gave Cline enjoyment, urging him to revisit where she was held captive so she can give his manhood pleasure.
"Maybe. I sure hope so. She and that minion of hers were so good-looking. I hate anything if something happens to their pretty faces." The final merc named Edwin spoke out. "Don't forget, we have two princesses as well. One of them who's useful at becoming hungry for our manhoods and the other who's close to breaking down, she might as well become one of us."
Edwin had dark gray hair amber eyes and a body structure, similar to his other comrade Tort. He is the oldest member of his team. He was supposedly one the leading this mercenary team after receiving orders from their real boss.
As they continued galloping, returning to the fortress, they heard a noise nearby. It sounded like… an animal screaming in severe pain.
"What the hell was that?!" Vincent shouted.
"I don't know. Do you think it was some kind of animal?!" Cline asked.
"Shhh! Quiet!" Edwin exclaimed, noticing the ambiance in the environment. Was it just him or did things get cold all of a sudden? "Let's stop here. We've got company."
The men on their horses stopped galloping as each of them got off their saddles and proceeded to walk where the noise came from.
Once they located where the sound came from, it was a sight to behold.
The body of a dead orc lay on the ground with its head twisted around and both of its limbs cut off.
The whole mercenary team stood back in surprise, wondering what could have had the strength to overpower an orc with real utmost savagery.
"Holy… shit!" Cline expressed out loud in front of his brothers-in-arms.
"That's… an orc!" Vincent pointed out.
"No shit, man! Now it's lying here dead in front of us!" Tort mocked his acquaintance.
"What… What could have even killed this orc?! There's no way it could have been one of those whores that have done this in the first place!" Cline shouted.
Edwin stood silent before giving a direct order to his soldiers.
"Everyone! Let's find out what killed this ogre! We should be back before midnight strikes." Edwin began to command his team of mercenaries to patrol the woods.
Tort began to shake his head in disagreement. "No way! I want to get back to base so I can have more of that bitch's twat on my dick! Why not just let these stupid creatures handle it themselves?!"
"You dare question my authority, boy?! In case you have forgotten, I am your commanding chief! I can give you a choice here, either you participate with this order or… you can go back and explain to the boss. See what happens if you get on his bad side." Edwin threatened one of his soldiers with a warning.
"Urgh, fine!"
"Good, does anyone else have something to say?"
The whole team stood silent for a split second before nodding their heads profusely.
Edwin gave a big smirk to his team of men.
"That's more like it! Now, let's get to it! The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can get more women on the way!"
The entire team of men began to cheer before leaving with their commander and entering the forest.
"Hmph, then what are we waiting for, let's go find out what's in the woods pronto!" Edwin declared, taking out his sword as he raised in the air with proud determination.
"Yes sir!"
And with that, The Black Dogs mercenary team entered the dark forest, not realizing what was waiting for them as they were walking into a death trap.
The five soldiers walked into a pack of bushes, startling some small rabbits in the process.
What feels like hours, in reality, was only fifteen minutes of patrolling the woods. Tort began to grow impatient with this situation.
"God, this is stupid. We should be saddled right now. Come on, I wanna arrive back to base so I can still have those fresh bitches creaming all over the place!" Tort expressed out of anger. "Man, I wanna have that dark elf to ride my dick again!"
"Shut up, boy! I'll say when we go!" Edwin shouted to his comrade.
"Guys, did you hear that?!" Vincent asked, hearing a crack in the background of the dark forest…
"No. What?! What is it?!" Cline asked.
"I-I don't know… I… thought I heard footsteps somewhere." Vincent said. "I-I don't think we… should do this."
Tort turned to face his comrade out of annoyance. "Oh man, don't pussy out on us! Come on, man! When comes to fucking hot bitches like that dark elf and that blondie princess, you're all man and want a piece of that action! But when it comes to shit like this, you want out!"
"Hey… F-F-Fuck you, man! I've never seen you battle an orc before. So why should I listen to your words?!" Vincent retorted.
Tort growled as he began to clench both of his fists together. "What was that, you little shit?! You want me to come over there and knock the fuck out of you?!" Tort threatened as he began to walk aggressively toward the scrawny mercenary.
"You guys! Stop! There's no need to act like orcs in this situation!" Cline exclaimed, attempting to stop the burly man from hitting his brother in the arms.
"Yeah Tort, you're just jealous you never got to sleep with Maia. Even when she was still a part of us, you shied away in a corner as she continued to sleep with most of the men. Who's the pussy now?!" Vincent taunted, covering Cline's back as he spoke those words.
"Oh. That's it! I'm gonna kill you right now! And then feed your corpse to a goblin or orc!" Tort threatened as he began to walk menacingly as Cline and the other mercs began to hold him back from attacking Vincent.
A loud shout broke the rambunctious chitchat in the territory.
"ALL OF YOU! SHUT UP!" Edwin yelled, forcefully commanding his team of warriors. Everyone stood silent, hearing the shouts from their angry commander.
"Hey… Where's Lance?" Vincent asked.
All of the mercs turned to find that one of their comrades had vanished from the area they stood in.
"Hey, where did he go?! Lance! Lance!" Cline shouted.
"Everyone split up and searched for Lance! We must not leave a soldier behind. Let's try to find him and make sure to report to the boss once we return. Is that clear?!" Edwin asked.
"Yes sir!" The three men shouted simultaneously.
"Good. Get to it then!"
As the group chief left to find one of his troopers, the rest of the men continued to walk in different parts of the woods.
"God, this is fucking bullshit!" Vincent complained as he pushed a few branches that were in his way.
Struggling to find one of his comrades, Vincent continued to walk alone, his heartbeat was beating rapidly as the environment around him began to send further chills down his spine.
Suddenly, he heard the sounds of birds flapping their wings in the area, flying away from some sort of commotion.
Okay, he was beginning to get goosebumps at this point.
"Guys?!" Vincent said with a fearful tone, continuing to walk where the birds came from. "Come on, Lance. Where are you?!"
As Vincent continued walking, his eyes caught notice of something huge on the ground.
"What the… hell?" Vincent let out, slowly creeping on the object on the ground. As his footsteps were getting closer and closer each time he wondered what he was going to find.
Right as Vincent got close, his eyes widened for a gruesome surprise.
Lance's body lay there on the ground, dead as his skin appeared purple. Looking like the air was sucked completely out of him.
Vincent covered his mouth with his hand over it. No… way. No way. Lance was… dead?! How… What could have done this to him? Could it have been an orc? No, there's no way in hell an orc could have killed him. Not without leaving a scratch.
Tears began to run down his face. Unbelievable. His friend… was gone. Fear and sadness were now replaced with another familiar emotion.
Anger, rage. One of his good war buddies was murdered. By an unknown assailant.
The way Lance's body appeared, there were marks from an orc or another creature he recognized. The more Vincent looked at those markings, his neck was twisted grotesquely. There were finger markings that looked too small to be from an orc or even a goblin.
Vincent also noticed that his hands were reddened, and nearly covered with blood on his nails.
If Vincent had to guess, it looked like he… choked himself. But why? What caused him to go this route?
A scream breached through the woods where Vincent was standing.
"AHHHHHH!"
"Tort!" Vincent exclaimed, running towards his other comrade.
"Tort!" Vincent ran frantically to his acquaintance's location. Once Vincent arrived, another surprise was waiting for him.
Tort's body was on the ground as his body lay there, his arms and legs were contorted and bent out of shape. His neck was twisted, facing from where his back was, and turned from the opposite direction.
Oh, God… Oh God, not Tort. He may have been an asshole to him most of the time but he… He was still his brother in arms.
"Vincent…"
Vincent knew that voice. He didn't want to turn where the voice came from. His head was shaking as the tears and mucus continued to run down his face.
Hesitantly, he knew he didn't have a choice.
Turning his head, caused his heart to shatter upon seeing who it was.
It was Cline. Cline was walking very slowly due to injuries he had. His right arm was gone, he was holding his stumped limb, clutching it with pain.
"Cl…Cl…Cline?" Vincent said.
"V…Vi…Vincent…." Cline tried to speak with the fear of volume in his voice.
"R… Run," Cline spoke his last word as a red blade ran through his chest. His eyes widened as half of his body was cut down, leaving his lower remains a burnt stump.
"CLINE!" Vincent screamed as his tears broke the dam, causing more grief in the young mercenary.
His grief was interrupted by a loud echo. An echo that caused more fear in his ears.
"Khooh Phuur."
Vincent stood still as a statue and was too frightened to take his weapon out. His hand shook as his breathing grew louder, rhyming with his heartbeat.
A man… no, could he even call it a… man? Whatever it was, it had the appearance of a humanoid, to say the least. It might as well be a demon disguised as a person.
He had unusual armor, a long black cape hanging from behind him, matching the same color of his shadow. In the center of his chest, he had a kind of plaque, shaped like a square with odd shapes and silver lines running his shoulders.
His right hand had some kind of sword. If he could call it that but… appears very bizarre to him. It was glowing a crimson color and the same blade that was used to cut his comrade in half.
What caught Vincent's eyes was that mask… That frightening mask almost resembles some kind of skull underneath his hood.
A morbid thought did cross Vincent's mind, was he facing death for the first time?
Before Vincent could speak a word, a hair-raising voice interrupted the cold silence.
"Khooh Phuur."
"How pathetic."
Vincent blinked in response, questioning what those words mean. The menacing breathing continued to give Vincent chills once he heard the masked intruder speak once more.
"Khooh Phuur."
"All that is left is a child. A child who has no experience in combating an opponent. This is what I am up against. A band of cowards whose motives are nothing but a disgrace to their domain." The man continued to mock the black-haired mercenary.
"You… dare mock my… brothers in arms?!" Vincent assumed with fury in his voice.
"Khooh Phuur."
"That is what you call scum after all. Am I wrong about that?" The masked man hinted with a bit of mockery in his voice.
"Now, pick up your weapon." The man demanded with a calm attitude.
"Huh?"
The masked man stood silent for a second, the breathing continuing in the background. "Pick. It Up."
Vincent knew he didn't have much of a choice here but he didn't care either way, he could just run but what would that do? He would end up meeting the same fate as his soldiers.
His right hand drew out his weapon, preparing to combat the man in dark clothing. "I… I do not fear you… bastard… You killed my friends!"
"Khooh Phuur."
"Then, you shall die a brave but foolish death, just like your degenerate brethren."
In a heat of fury, Vincent ran towards him as he prepared to plunge his sword into the man's chest.
"AHHHHH!" As his hand moved forward to deliver a blow, a slash ran across his weapon. His eyes widened in response.
His sword was cut in half, questioned what was this… thing?
As he did, he felt something warm, a burning pain, piercing through his chest.
The crimson blade was thrust in the center, close to where his heart was.
His vision began to go black. No, he didn't get a chance to strike his opponent.
As his body was close to hitting the ground, one last thought went through his mind before he left, the abnormal breathing in the background, taunting him with his failures.
Would this man stand in the way of the Black Dogs? In… the way of the Empire to rise.
Vincent's eyes closed as his body hit the rough dirt on the ground, joining the rest of his comrades.
Edwin hears the screams far away.
"What the hell?" Edwin expressed out loud.
Running where the screams came from, Edwin wondered what else was in the woods with them.
Arriving at where the alerting presence was, Edwin was in for a rude awakening, just like his former team.
The corpses of his mercenary team were lying on the ground. Edwin noticed half of the corpse, his body cut sideways.
Edwin took a step back, sweat began to fall on his forehead. No… His men were… dead.
How could this even happen in the first place? Who did this in the first place? What the fuck was even going on here?!
Could it have been those… bitches from the Seven Shield. Ha! No, even those whores have never shown this brutality once in their life.
So… who or what did this to his men?
His question was answered with a chilling sound behind him. A sound that would never leave his ears as long as he was alive.
"Khooh Phuur."
Edwin turned to face the person who slaughtered his group.
It was… a man wearing some kind of mask. He had dark clothing and armor that Edwin was not familiar with, along with that strange weapon he was carrying alongside him. Was that some… kind of sword, fueled by magic?!
"W-Who… are you?! Are… you with those bitches?! The Goddess and her whole band of whores!" Edwin demanded, taking his sword out towards the man in the strange outfit.
"Khooh Phuur."
"No… I am not aligned with those unqualified fools." The man with the dark mask spoke with annoyance and disgust in his words.
Unqualified? Does… that mean he wasn't an ally of The Seven Shield?
"You're not… huh?" Edwin questioned before a small smirk appeared across his face.
It was time to kill two birds with one stone possibly.
"Hey, let's say we can come to some sort of alliance. Work… something out." Edwin spoke up, putting his sword away. "Are you interested in joining The Black Dogs? Come on, with your skill, seeing how you killed my men, maybe… maybe we can form some kind of deal?" Edwin begins to bribe the masked man. "What do you say? Maybe we… can find a bitch for you, to have as your personal sla-"
Before Edwin could finish his sentence, he felt both of his hands being manipulated against their free will. He felt both the pressure of his hands, nearly crushing his windpipe
"Urghhh!" Edwin tried to speak but his hands prevented him from saying a word. What? What was even happening to him?
"Khooh Phuur."
"You dare open your mouth, scum like yourself aren't worthy. In my eyes, you are parasites living at the top of the throne, filled with nothing but vile corruption."
Edwin felt the bones being crushed, his voice barely being able to speak. What… What… How was this man able to do this?! No… this isn't a man… A demon in disguise.
"Wait… Wait! W-We c-can work… out something! Pl-Please! Come on, y-you… can use that… that power to ov-overthrow that Goddess bitch!" Edwin struggled to speak due to the pressures of his fingers digging into his flesh, almost choking him to death. "Those… harlots don't… deserve to be the… leaders of this… land!" Edwin attempted to negotiate one last effort. "Y-You… you killed my… m-men after all!"
"Khooh Phuur."
"I… have killed many men in my whole life. You have to be a little more specific than that."
"Wait! Wait-" Before Edwin could finish his words, his head was crushed on the inside, and the skull inside the Black Dog mercenary's head erupted causing a scenery of gore, pieces of brain matter splattering the ground beneath his corpse, falling into the ground, stained with his blood.
The mercenary team of the Black Dogs was no more.
Good riddance.
Finishing off the remainder of this garbage, Vader dilapidated his lightsaber and cast it aside on his holster.
This power… It felt refreshing for Vader to be in an excellent state, to be able to channel his full access to the dark side of the Force.
Not only that but Vader had got what he wanted, information. And didn't offer much of a challenge in his perspective.
He was able to do so with the mind probe ability. Picking them one by one each, Vader learned further about the Black Dogs and their true intentions.
A man, their leader supposedly named Vault. A ridiculous name for a commander but that wasn't a surprise to the former Sith apprentice. Vader expected it to come from the man who wanted to create an Empire, filled with endless supplies of concubines and it sickened Vader's mind further.
Vader was slowly reminded of his former master, Palpatine.
The old fool had a personal "dancer" by the name of Mara Jade. A former apprentice beside him, she was the one that Sidious had a "close relationship" with. Remembering the words of how she can be resourceful as his parts at the time were… more delicate to say the least.
Not wanting to remember those repugnant thoughts, Vader continued to memorize the information he gathered.
That appalling ignoramus named Vault was the head of his company and these animals were just a couple of lackeys he picked up over the years. Vader recalls the raid on the dark fortress to subjugate the Queen, revealing his true colors on the way.
With a little more digging, the names of the kingdoms were successfully embedded in Vader's mind.
Reading the minds of one of the mercenaries, the one who had nearly the physique of a rancor, they captured the Queen with very little success, and thus, the war with those dogs began the next day.
Afterward, the next kingdom that came to go was the one called Feoh. Mainly it was due to an inside job by a minister. Beastly, his name was. Vader was able to find out his name, thanks to one of the degenerate minds of those "soldiers."
He betrayed the trust of the Princess of the kingdom by blowing the gate, causing the battle to begin. Those scoundrels had broken the mentality of every woman, along with creatures that didn't appear human to Vader, similar to the ones he killed when he first arrived here.
Afterward, their plans didn't stop there after capturing one kingdom. No, they wanted more. The next kingdom afterward didn't last long, falling into the Black Dogs' clutches.
The next princess, one who had some sort of a sibling relationship to the Princess of Feoh which was another reason why the Princess lost in her battle.
Soon, both of them became concubines and no one came to their aid. Every woman in the kingdom that lived there became unintentional lemans which brought Vader detestation, despite the stoic mask covering his expression.
Stemming from aggression, Vader clenched his hand as the environment around him, his firewall was beginning to open as it began to darken his mind.
No! Vader promised himself he wouldn't let himself descend into further madness. Alright, he needed to let that hate flow through his veins, controlling it by taming a hyenax, thanks to his personal experience.
After getting what he needs, Vader ruthlessly murders the mercenaries as they hold very little to no value after his mental interrogation.
Right now, Vader needed to continue finding the kingdoms around him. Two of them were captured, and five of them haven't been touched… yet.
There was Ansur, the kingdom that possessed the military, led by one of the Princesses. A mercenary Queen so he hears. Thorn, the first kingdom he had heard of when arriving here. A priestess was in charge of that part of the land so he heard. Geofu and Ken, are the ones that commonly came the most when discussing the bases.
Supposedly, it was the main domain where this so-called Goddess resided.
Rad and Ansur were next by the Black Dogs, thanks to Vader's mind-reading tricks for input gathering. Feoh and Ur were still in jeopardy, overthrown by the mercenary team.
It was the scheme by far. So he couldn't make any errors in the process. He would start by going to one of the conquered kingdoms, making a name for himself, to let his presence roar across the entire land of this twisted world.
Vader will prevent another slave auction from happening. And he would vow to end the cruel slavery once more.
From his experiences, it was speaking from someone who fully knows what it's like to be a servant, never breaking the chains that he was placed in, rigged as a twisted game towards him. These women were… facing a similar state of affairs but in this case, it might be worse and it was his turn to break the bonds here.
What his son has done for him, Vader would return the favor here.
It will be an odyssey that's both disparaging and self-searching at the same time.
Vader will be free and will continue to bring balance in both the light and dark, to save his broken soul and others in the process.
Finally, things were getting interesting and it brought Vader satisfaction for what was about to come next.
AN: Hello Everyone! And that was Chapter Two of my SW X-Over!
Special thanks go to Meraj Alimi (King 101) once again for helping beta this chapter and co-writing along with it!
God, writing the dialogue for the mercenaries was… cringey as hell! Give me Vader scenes to write any day other than this!
But… yeah, other than that, this chapter was fun to write. As I stated in the previous chapter, I am NOT knowledgeable of this series for obvious reasons so forgive me if I do get some information wrong.
Sorry for the late update but school has been a hassle so far thankfully with the Holidays coming up, it has given me enough time to write these stories for you guys.
Also, I will be posting a new chapter of my HP/MHA one and MHA/Avengers one soon so be on the lookout for that!
Speaking of that, compared to the first chapters of my other fics, the first chapter of this story has the most favorites and follows compared to the first chapter of my other stories. Wonder why that is?
While reading in the comments, I noticed people pointing out that Vader acted a little more like Anakin rather than Darth Vader. And to answer that, it's because since Vader is in a more healthy, relaxed state, it has lowered his irritation more. Remember, it's the suit that he wore that made him uncomfortable, to begin with.
But that doesn't mean his Dark Side attributes are completely gone. Vader will get more violent and brutal as the story progresses and will… NOT hold back when it comes to fighting the mercenaries and other creatures in this world.
Also, while reading in the comments, I noticed one particular comment that said if Vader was going to get a pairing or harem in this case I thought about and this is where the controversial part comes in, no, Vader won't get a harem since he is a broken man still grieving about his past and choices and has only shown interest in one woman in his whole life now.
But that doesn't mean Vader can't get into some relationships, platonic or romantic as the story progresses. What do you guys think? Should Vader get a pairing or not? And if so, who do you think it should be with? Let me know in the reviews and comments for this story now.
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