Kieran's transformation was nearing its apex. The once hopeful, naïve boy who had journeyed across galaxies seeking wisdom was now something far more dangerous. Magic, power, and darkness had all become entwined in his very soul. Agamotto had warned him, time and again, but now, the Sorcerer Supreme could only watch as Kieran descended further into the abyss.
It began subtly, the whispers in his mind that had once been faint now roared like an inferno. The mask of Darth Nihilus—once a mere relic—had fused with the power of Doctor Fate's helmet, amplifying his connection to the dark side, to the unknown forces that lingered in the shadows of the multiverse. His control over magic, combined with the relentless hunger of the Phoenix Force and the teachings of the Sith, had made him an unstoppable force. But his power was not yet complete, and Kieran knew this. He needed more.
He sought out the Dark Dimensions.
Kieran had heard stories of places where time did not flow as it did in the physical world, where the laws of magic and reality could be bent to one's will, where the boundaries of life and death could be erased. These realms were known to the most ancient beings, the ones who dwelled beyond the reaches of known space. The Dark Dimensions were as old as creation itself, and they had been shrouded in secrecy. But now, they beckoned him.
With the force of his newfound power, Kieran tore through the veil between dimensions, his mind reaching out to the vast unknown. The air around him crackled with raw energy as his body bent the laws of space itself. His heart pounded in his chest as his vision blurred, the stars and galaxies around him twisting into a kaleidoscope of impossible colours. The fabric of reality itself seemed to ripple as the veil tore, and in the distance, Kieran could sense the Dark Dimensions—the forbidden places where no mortal was meant to tread.
The moment he stepped through the portal, Kieran felt a rush of pure, unfiltered darkness. The energies here were beyond anything he had ever felt, a raw, primal power that surged through him like a tidal wave. Time and space were mere suggestions here, and as Kieran opened his eyes, he saw the swirling maelstrom of energy, the endless chaos of the Dark Dimensions. He could feel the presence of entities that had existed before the dawn of time, ancient beings whose names had long been forgotten, their power beyond comprehension. Yet, none dared challenge him.
He was Kieran Skywalker—son of Phoenix Force and the Force itself. He was the Chosen One, a being of untold power. The darkness here, unlike the light, did not seek to resist him. It welcomed him.
Kieran raised his hand, and with a simple thought, the chaotic maelstrom around him twisted and formed, moulding itself to his will. He called upon the shadows, the essence of the Dark Dimensions, and bent them to his command. He could feel the heart of the Dark Dimensions beat in unison with his own—an ancient, primal rhythm that called to him, urged him onward.
Through the darkness, Kieran saw a vision—an empire. An empire of the Sith, an empire where he would rule as an eternal emperor, where no one would be able to challenge his authority. He would rebuild the Sith Order, far beyond what it had ever been before, stronger, more united. He would be the master of not just the galaxy, but of every dimension. The force, the magic, the darkness—all would be his to command.
His eyes flared with power as he began to shape the reality around him. The Dark Dimensions responded to him, shifting and rearranging as though it were a tool in his hands. He could feel the minds of the ancient Sith Lords—the long-dead masters of the dark side—stirring in the ether. And he felt their approval.
You are the heir of the Sith, whispered a voice in his mind, the ancient presence of Darth Sidious speaking from the depths of time itself. You are the one who will bring the Sith back into the fold of the universe. You will give us new life, new purpose.
Kieran smirked as his mind expanded, drawing on the knowledge of those who had come before him. He would build his empire from the ground up. But first, he needed an army. The Sith were scattered, broken after their fall millennia ago. But Kieran would not allow them to remain so. He would bring them together, forge them into something far more powerful than any before.
He reached out into the Dark Dimensions, using his mastery of the dark arts to pull the essence of the Sith from the past, from the very souls of the ancient Sith Lords. In moments, their spirits swirled around him, coiling like serpents, whispering their knowledge into his mind. With a wave of his hand, Kieran summoned the dark energy of the Sith spirits, weaving it into his magic. From this energy, he began to forge his army—Sith warriors, dark disciples, and acolytes who would serve him with absolute loyalty.
He raised his hands, and they appeared—shadowy figures, clad in dark robes, their faces obscured by masks, their power palpable. He had brought them back, reanimated them with his own dark magic, and now, they would serve him. He would give them a new purpose—one that transcended anything they had known before.
Kieran stood tall as he surveyed his new army. They were his creations, forged from the power of the Dark Dimensions, the energy of the Sith, and the magic that he had learned from Agamotto and beyond. His grip on the universe was growing tighter by the day. No one, not the Jedi, not the heroes of the Marvel or DC universes, could stand in his way.
"I will rebuild the Sith Empire," Kieran said, his voice low and full of authority. "And this time, we will not be stopped. We will rule not just the galaxy, but all realities. The dark side will reign supreme."
With the snap of his fingers, Kieran summoned a portal back to the physical world, his eyes burning with determination. The time had come to leave Earth behind. There was nothing left for him there. The teachings of Agamotto had served their purpose, but Kieran had outgrown them. The time of the Jedi, of the Sorcerer Supreme, was over. His destiny lay in the Dark Dimensions, in the creation of a Sith Empire that would never fall.
And so, Kieran Skywalker, now an emperor of darkness, stepped through the portal. The shadows of the Dark Dimensions curled around him, enveloping him as he left Earth behind, setting his sights on the galaxies beyond. The Sith were reborn, and the galaxy would tremble before the might of his empire.
Kieran stood in the midst of his army, gazing upon the vastness of the cosmos. His empire was just beginning, and yet already he could feel the tremors of power radiating from every corner of the universe. The Dark Dimensions had given him the means to shape the multiverse as he saw fit. He had no need to fear the future, for he had already claimed it.
The galaxy would bow to him, and when the time came, even the gods themselves would kneel before the Emperor of the Sith.
But as Kieran surveyed his new empire, a fleeting thought crossed his mind—a momentary flicker of doubt. The darkness had consumed him, yes, but at what cost? Had he abandoned everything he once believed in? Was there still a trace of the boy he had once been?
But the thought vanished as quickly as it had come, swallowed up by the power that surged within him. The empire of the Sith would not be built on hesitation or doubt. It would be built on strength, on dominance, and on the relentless pursuit of power.
And as Kieran's hand tightened around the hilt of Darth Nihilus's lightsaber, his heart no longer longed for redemption. He had embraced the darkness. He was its ruler now. And nothing would stand in his way.