ClecticCeltic
The Sith Empire has fallen. The Jedi had ruthlessly killed Soldiers and Sith alike... Men, Women, and Children. They all fell to the merciless strikes of the 'Righteous' Jedi.
Darth Bahamut, The illegitimate Child of Darth Nox, escapes The Empire's Fall. Believing himself the only Dark Council Member to survive, gathers the Ancient Knowledge of the Sith, and leaves for the Unexplored Regions. Encountering a planet with a shattered moon, and discovering it's a Dark Force Nexus was not part of the plan.
But who was he to object?
Landing on the planet, he quickly amasses a group that would become the Cult of The Bahamut, he quickly discovers a secret war waged for millennia... and promptly takes over as the Conqueror of Remnant.
With the Humans and Faunus divided, this civil war shall result in a battle that will change the Galaxy forever...
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"Why...?" Pyrrha asked weakly, her strength gone.
"Why?" Repeated the Sith, his Aura raging with a Dark Fire... "It's simple. These People... The Aura and Semblances of their races... This very Planet... all of it was presented to me by the Force, granting me a second chance. The Jedi make themselves appear as Benevolent Peacekeepers... but they are Murderers. Do you know what it's like, to hear your brothers and sisters in arms, screaming in agony, begging for mercy... only to be ruthlessly cut down like dogs!"
The Aura around the Dark Sith raged around the room, making Pyrrha's very soul grow cold.
"Because I do. So when I was given this chance, I took it. With my army, I will wage war against the Jedi... and I will kill everyone who killed my Empire. For the Jedi Council, I will make them watch as everything they built is torn down in a raging inferno, with me dancing in the ashes... before I kill them, slowly... and... painfully. They will know what True Fear is."
"You're a madman... a... a raging genocidal psychopath!" Yelled Pyrrha. "A soulless monster."
"The Jedi made me that monster."