— 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃 𝙉𝙄𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙎

╔────── ¤ ◎ - ◎ ¤ ──────╗ 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 ╚────── ¤ ◎ - ◎ ¤ ──────╝ ✦✧✧ 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑡𝒉 𝑁𝑖𝒉𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑠 ✧✧✦ ➷ Nᴏ sᴍᴜᴛ. ➷ Nᴏ Sʜɪᴘs. ➷ Sᴇᴍɪ-Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ. ↻& ♡

Him once before. Prevented him from consuming the entirety of not only this galaxy, but all others as well.

❝The same can be said for the rest of the galaxy. It will not be enough, but it will die in the end either way. Why prolong the inevitable?❞ His hunger was not the only reason Nihilus sought to end the life of the Jedi before him. It was hate. Hate for the one who stopped →

❝Always.❞ An understatement, really. Famished could not even begin to describe the sith's hunger. Though, Surik knows this already. ❝This planet. . It's one of many that will be consumed. Tell me— which one will you perish with?❞

His empty gaze is currently fixated on @cfsurik. Stood as still as a statue, the force wound spoke. ❝You 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 live.❞

ㅤ He couldn't agree more. ㅤ

|| my pin is so simple but I love just the black screen with nothing but Nihilus talking. it's spooky

It would be a shame if someone other than himself ended her life.

ㅤ 𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨. ㅤ

This was his utopia. ❝. . They are all vulnerable to my hunger, no matter their spirit. No amount of will power can save them from their fate.❞

Nihilus did not seek control over anything apart from the force itself. . When it came to the rest of the galaxy, the only thing the Sith Lord sought was it's destruction. He imagined a galaxy filled with only dead planets, occupied by nothing but himself. . →

Lord of Hunger. . . and even if I did not have this unending need to feed, I would not change my actions. I will drain this galaxy of it's life force, and make all those who call it home feel my suffering.❞

Her reason for fear was, without question.❞ As the Jedi's eyes focused on his dark frame, the Sith Lord's empty, lifeless, pitch black hues stared back at her, listening as Surik spoke. ❝I have accepted what I am long ago, Surik. I am the Sith Lord, the →

Longer can feeding on a single person satiate his hunger. . . Of course, she knows the reason for his hatred towards her, but Nihilus can't help but wonder. ❝You are correct. When her usefulness expired, she was to meet the same fate as the rest of her people. →

Ever questioned why the Sith Lord has such a strong hate for the galaxy? How much does she know about who he was, before he became Darth Nihilus. The bodiless, force wound, that had become a nightmare to all who know his name. That feeds on planet, after planet, as no →

❝Your death will be meaningless, Surik. You will not be remembered. Instead you will simply be another Jedi lost to the ages, slain by my hand. Your death will not save the lives of others, or save the galaxy from it's fate.❞ He wonders. . has Surik →

His hunger is unbearable. . . He must, feed.

Fight back. . . their struggle is amusing.❞ Nihilus’ voice was as ghostly as ever. Deep, and raspy. . it truly sounded as if the dead spoke whenever he opened his mouth.

The force wound stood silently, his black hues staring outside the window, gazing upon the rest of the galaxy. After hearing the Mother speak, he remained silent for a moment, as still as a statue. ❝. . . Why bother breaking them? I enjoy when they →