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Chapter 1: Prologue

"This is my hour." - The Witch-King of Angmar

(Tatooine)

Crime lord Gardulla was realizing one of the hardest aspects of owning slaves like Shmi: childbirth. The female Hutt didn't know how, but somehow her human slave got herself pregnant possibly in a desperate bid to be free. On the contrary, that just meant more profit for Gardulla to sell the children. Gardulla however was not prepared for the female human's needs as the pregnancy continued through the months, and as much as the Hutt wanted to punish the slave she couldn't risk killing the unborn child. She may be a vicious crime lord, but among them there were still standards.

She thought that it would be all resolved once she came to term. Nope, it was proven to be by far the worst that Gardulla had to put up with. The drastic mood swings especially irritated and some occasions frightened Gardulla when she bit back even at her master. When the water broke, her manor filled with Shmi's screams of pain and she had no choice but send the slave to the room with the best medical equipment money could buy for the birthing process. That had been six hours ago and Shmi's lungs haven't given out on screaming curses as her body racked with pain.

If that wasn't annoying enough, some arrogant Toydarian by the name of Watto thought to waltz in her home for a bet on her slave Shmi. This bet included that if Shmi gave birth to twins, he would take the woman and the babies as his own property. Gardulla on any other day would have her guards throw the flying bug out of her home, but in her recent stress she agreed anyway. Besides, what were the chances that Shmi actually had twins?

Another ear-splitting scream drew Gardulla's attention to Shmi, who was laying down on a bed while looking like a boat with her pregnant stomach. Watto had insisted on the seeing the birth of the child(ren) himself to witness it himself so there wouldn't be any cheating in the bet. A medical droid rushed to the human slave sensing that she was having the first contractions to give birth.

Soon, Shmi's screams dimmed down to soft whimpers and the droid came to Gardulla and Watto with a bundle in his arms. Strangely, the newly born infant was not crying, and Watto feared that the child had died. Gardulla took it without much response.

"Is the child alive?" Gardulla questioned.

"He is." The medical droid informed, getting a sigh of relief from Watto that he was still in the bet. "It is not unheard for newly born humans to not cry. Uncommon, but not unusual."

"... Alexander..." Shmi panted, just loud enough for Gardulla and Watto to hear. "His name... is Alex."

"I like to see the little pink skin." Gardulla ordered, wanting to see what new 'goods' Shmi had birthed.

The droid gave a nod and set the babe in a glass crib. No sooner did the droid do so that Shmi started screaming bloody murder and was having more contractions. Gardulla stopped breathing for a moment and Watto smiled in victory. There was another child!

The female Hutt's lips curled into a frown and a venomous hiss escaped her lips. Against all the odds, her slave actually had twins, and she was going to lose them to some snot-nosed bug. No, there was a way out of this. She had to just figure out something. Maybe Gardulla could sneak the child away.

That idea grew more appealing by the second and while Watto and the droid were distracted with Shmi the Hutt slithered closer to the firstborn's crib. Yes, that's it, she'll just take the baby and do something with it. Maybe give it to some shmuck servant in reach to throw it out or run to far reach to abandon it. Or she could eat it. Gardulla wondered how humans tasted.

Such thoughts were ruthlessly crushed, tortured, and ruined to then be drowned by inexplicable fear as soon as the Hutt's eyes met babe's already open eyes. No, fear didn't exactly describe it. It was as if her very body was forcefully taking control of the Hutt in its own way to preserve itself from imminent danger. When she saw those molten orbs that were so alien even to Gardulla, the Hutt understood why.

That look that it gave should not exist in a newborn. Newborns did not express such - such awesome hate that the golden irises were more akin to a ring of unholy fire. The child, no this monster, was glaring down at the Hutt as though she were no different than the dirt, and the glare was so hateful from the fact he knew the dirt was trying to do something to him. Gardulla knew that if she tried to do anything on the demon there was no telling what horrors he would unleash on the Hutt. As ridiculous as it seemed, every pore of her body fully agreed was dangerous beyond comprehension. She was simply so petty in comparison. Nothing more than something to do away with as if she weren't a living breathing being of flesh and blood. Her life meant nothing to the babe, and Gardulla would rather keep her life than have it done away with.

"Gardulla, this is my win, remember?" Gardulla's fear-induced trance was broken when she settled on Wa - her savior - who was pushing Shmi on a wheelchair while she carried the younger twin named Anakin. "I get both the mother and the boys. So just-"

"Fine!" Exclaimed Gardulla in a frightful scream, partly going into her native tongue. "Just go! Get out of here! Just take the damn humans with you for all I care! Just - Just-"

'Just get this monster away from me.'

Watto blinked in confusion before shrugging. "Fine, fine. Whine all you want for being a sore loser."

Gardulla moved as far away in the room from the crib, Watto, and the slaves as her former slave Shmi picked up the demon into her arms, completely ignorant of the malice incarnate she was carrying in her arms. At that moment, the younger twin, Anakin, started to bawl again. She didn't see it as she felt the annoyance and irritation from the older twin at his brother's crying. If Gardulla only knew just what thoughts were going through that monster's head.

A monster that almost had a whole world in his clutches. A monster whose shadow casted over an entire continent to make his rule of oppression. A being of ultimate power that had as quickly as it came with victory snatched away as the weapon he needed was destroyed in the fires of a planet. He was stripped of self and power as his soul of jettisoned to the nothingness to become apart of that nothingness and no longer exist. That's how it was supposed to be until self returned in flesh and blood of mortal kind. One would have been proud at new life, but the once Dark Lord saw it as a humiliation. Eru Illuvatar clearly knew how to make those suffer.

And without proper vocal chords to express his anger, all Sauron could do was scream in rage and irritation within his mind, growing ever so more as his supposed twin cried. He will have retribution. He will have power again, no matter it takes. He desired the power to cast his shadow on his enemies once again, and without feeling the magic of the Maiar only fueled his rage. Yet, that very rage caught the attention of a Force that was more than eager to grant the Dark Lord's wishes. It just needed to wait for Sauron to grasp at it.


(Nine Years Later)

Banished from death.

He understood those words now from that human named Talion whose will managed to stall his armies of Mordor for seven decades. It was no dream of mortals to exceed their years given to them on the realm of the living. No, the mortal dream of immortality was no goodwill to the truth that is not being able to die.

Death was alien to the dark-hearted Maiar created before the days of Arda to its potential end. When he felt the One Ring fall into the fires where it was forged from, he felt what was to be a mortal. To Sauron, a being of ultimate power that had the full trust of Melkor himself, the concept of death and mortality was agony to him. He had experienced once when Isildur cut the One Ring from his hands in the Second Age. Sauron, the Deceiver, felt his soul being torn apart, yet he endured to gather strength while the One Ring that bound his soul and power to Arda remained. The second time was far worse.

Sauron not only felt his soul collapsing onto itself, the Maiar felt his very link to Arda breaking. He felt the cold of the literal nothingness enclosing on his existence to snuff it out like a flame in water. Death as Sauron had discovered was more of a detachment from creation itself. There was no heat or energy, nor the feeling of his body and power. Not even the presence of Eru Illuvatar that the Maiar had pushed into farthest reaches of his spirit was gone. Nothing was left for Sauron to simply become nothing.

Though Sauron may have mistaken that very nothingness for the unknown. The same unknown that pulled him out of that nothingness, healing his soul and spirit that was previously in ribbons attached to each other. Sensations came back to Sauron to a numbing degree and he could tell that his soul had a sense of being swept like the currents in the tide. It was all dark for an indefinite amount of time without Sauron having a sense of his own being of what was actually happening to him.

Then it came back to him like memories. Memories of being in an unbearably weak body that he could not move. A body of flesh and blood of a mortal human. This was suffering indeed for one such as him. Once an immortal Maiar to now be trapped in such an infernal and weak body. Truly, this was the work of Eru Illuvatar in some divine punishment.

He had spent his first four years in this mortal form with his doting mother, his annoying brother that constantly cried, and worst of all being a slave to his own bodily needs. Why did humans have to such stuff to excrete like that? All of this humiliation increasingly grew the fires of wrath within the Maiar's soul. Eventually, Sauron had snapped when Watto had chosen to bully him to serve customers and remind the flying bug's authority over him trying to plant an explosive chip in him.

That audacity from such a lower life-form was the breaking point, and he lashed out with all that rage. And to Sauron's rare surprise, something answered his call and he felt power again. With his wrath, Sauron had pinned Watto to the wall as though an invisible force was pressing down upon him and choking his neck. Stunned turned into elation as Sauron felt the literal unlimited energies of this new power that had surrounded him all this time. It was no magic, but had a much more cosmic feel to it and had responded only to his emotions, especially his rage.

Regrettably, Sauron had released Watto to keep him alive and a roof over his head, but he had successfully put terror in that alien's eye. That night, Sauron explored more of this power, remembering how his rage took control of it for his own gain. He was not disappointed at all of the power that answered his call, and for the first time in his new life he laughed. His new 'mother' had actually smiled that same morning knowing her eldest son was full of cheer. Ignorant mortal.

For the next few years, Sauron began to teach himself in secret of this power, this Force, and had so far learned it to be very malleable. For example, the power didn't just provide telekinesis, but also foresight much like his sight when he was trapped in the Black Tower, glimpses into the future, elemental manipulation, and so much more. His favorite so far was transmuting substances, imbuing them with the Force to shape them how he desired. Such a feat was possible to remake his Rings of Power.

It was no magic, but Sauron believed that this power can be worked very much like magic itself and if possible find a way to enhance his weak mortal body. His mortal body was still so small to channel the kind of power Sauron desired, and enhancing it temporarily with the Force left his body aching with cramps.

Damn, he hated being such a small boy! Why the fuck did Eru Illuvatar put him in the body of a mortal boy!?

The more subtle arts with this power were more manageable at the stage he was at. Sauron had perfect sense to detect everyone in a mile radius, so no one could hide from or sneak up on him. He could also stretch out his presence with the Force to glimpse on the universe as a whole, shocking the Dark Lord that the 'world' he found himself stretched into the stars. His conquest was going to be quite difficult if he wanted to control entire worlds.

Sauron felt how there were two sides to the Force, one dark and one light, and of course he was saturated in the dark as his soul was still the Dark Lord of Morder. But what troubled Sauron were the blimps in the Force, especially in the light, and soon discovered they were other users of this Force made into an order of light. It was irritating to say the least to Sauron that there was a whole army of these Force-users that frolicked in the light, but there was comfort that they were relatively weaker than himself. It wasn't suprising really, but Sauron discovered he was pratically made of the Force with how much power he had in comparison.

Though it alarmed him that it wasn't exclusive. When sensing through the Force, it came to a shock that his supposed twin brother, Anakin, was just as powerful in the Force as he was. If it weren't for the child being an ignorant mortal, Sauron would've been worried for his plans to set in motion. Among all things, Sauron detested those proved to be equal to him, and it hurt the Maiar's pride that this mortal human had the same potential to match him with this power. Sauron moved past that, but he always kept one eye on Anakin. The Force told him that the power of his 'brother' alone meant he was fated for greatness in the future. A part of him was curious to see where that greatness took Anakin, where his power will take him, and how it will compare to his own.

Over the years, Sauron's connection grew with the Force while Anakin's laid dormant. In fact, growing up they were entirely different despite being twins. At nine years old as Sauron can tell, he was a head taller than Anakin. Whereas Anakin had dirty brown hair with blue eyes and the cheery attitude of a child, 'Alexander' had long black hair with golden eyes and a cold attitude. Their different personalities would clash as Anakin would want 'Alexander' to play, which would follow with a swift refusal and then Anakin starting to cry. Shmi, their mother, always tried her best to get her sons to get along, and only on rare occasions did Alexander meet her wishes if only minimally.

There was one time Anakin yet again asked 'Alexander' to play again. When Sauron denied as usual, Anakin became increasingly persistent to the point of testing his patience. They had been shouting at each other for the last ten minutes before the former Maiar had enough.

"Why can't you get it through your head I want to be alone!?" 'Alexander' shouted, accidentally adding the Force into his voice.

Anakin had stood there still for a moment. Sauron thought he was going to whine and cry again to Shmi. Instead, the child tilted his head as though in confusion.

"Why do you want to be alone?" Anakin asked.

"Because I want to!" 'Alexander' growled.

"But isn't that a bad thing?" Anakin responded innocently. "I mean, what's the point of being alone anyway? It just sounds so bad, you know. Like you're locked in a dark room and all silent. Like you're not even there."

Any retort from Sauron never left his lips when he heard the words from Anakin. The way the child described loneliness, innocent they may be, brought back painful memories of his time in the void of nonexistence. Death nor any sort of torture could not compare to being literally made nonexistent in that space. He never wanted to feel nonexistent ever again, and yet Anakin's words rang somewhere in his addled mind. To never be perceived at all. That is what loneliness and nonexistence have in common.

"Whatever." 'Alexander' grumbled. "Go play with your Pod Racer."

Anakin sighed. "Fine."

Sauron was left back to his own business and decided to remove himself from the outside and into their 'home'. A deplorable hut of sandstone that alien Watto used as a shop. Add on to the fact that the world they were on was desert planet that had three fucking suns, making it hotter than the deserts of the Haradrim. It was also a freaky experience for the former Maiar to discover this new reality housed hundreds of forms of sentient life besides humans that were common around amongst the stars, especially those brighty-colored humanoids with the tentacles. He recalled they were known as Twi'leks and Togrutas, and snippets from Watto indicated the females of the species were exotics in the slave market. Not to mention that the stars themselves were accessible to him to explore the worth of over tens of thousands of years of space exploration. There was simply so much to do it filled Sauron with an odd sense of adventure and grew his thirst for conquest. It was almost funny that he had the chance to expand a rule far bigger than Morgoth, bless his dark heart, could dream of.

He found himself in the room he shared with Anakin. It was very small of course considering their livelihood and two cots on each side of the room took up most of the space. Sauron took to sitting down on his own with his legs crossed and then closed his eyes to clear his mind to the Force as he had found that meditating gave him the closest connection to the cosmic power. The Maiar's anger, ever burning like the flames of Udun, guided his presence into the unlimited Force that permeated and binded all things together.

Sauron felt more than saw the multiple blips of Force-users, the Jedi that he had learned from stories from both Watto and Shmi. They were all over the galaxy, but for users of the light most of them were quite dim. No, it was more like they were hollow, and they were only very few that appeared to be glittering like white stars. He himself was a like a black hole in the mass of the Force, yet stayed its power as to not draw attention. Right next to him was Anakin, neither light or dark as his path wasn't decided yet his own presence was as big as his.

That was when he felt it. For the first time, there was a ripple in the Force that grabbed his attention. Sauron narrowed his senses in the Force closer to home. Just outside the atmosphere were two approaching Force-users with several extra passengers currently making a hasty landing on Tatooine. Surprising, but the fact alone two Jedi were coming here of all places did not exactly invoke his full attention to it, but it was how the Force felt around these two. The Force seemed to tell him that they and the moment of them landing on Tatooine was a pivotal moment of time for the galaxy at large, and he could tell through the Force that it connected to Anakin.

This was new to Sauron. He had an omniscient power telling him that history was currently in the making as of this moment. Should he ruin history and twist it for his own benefit? The idea had merit, but in the end Sauron decided to passively watch and not interfere unless he deemed otherwise. Of all things, he hated to be a slave to fate.

"Let us see what destiny has planned for you, little brother." Sauron muttered with a small smile on his lips.


(Later)

Sauron kept himself more or less a distance from the newcomers while Shmi and his brother interacted with them. The newcomers consisted of a human girl of fair skin and brown hair by the name of Padme that Sauron could sense caught Anakin's fancy if his feelings in the Force were any indication, an annoying Gungan by the name of Jar Jar, and an astromech designated R2-D2. They were nowhere near as alarming as the last one that kept Sauron on guard if his strength in the Force was any indication.

The last one was an obvious Jedi, a Master to be precise. He wore a tan colored cloak and at his hip was the famed hilt of the lightsaber. The elder Jedi who went by the name of Qui Gon Jin was the master with messy brown hair and a trimmed beard. With his senses in the Force, Sauron can detect that another Jedi stronger in the force was residing in the outskirts. Possibly at the ship he was talking about.

The lightsaber he carried was a peculiar interest to the reincarnated Dark Lord. Sauron learned them to be the signature weapon of the Jedi, and Sith, and the former Maiar had to agree that were indeed deadly weapons to behold in the right hands. A spike of envy threatened to leak his emotions out, but he instantly squashed as there was no use to act like a spoiled brat.

He made sure that he was not in the same room with him and spied on the Master Jedi a room away. Through this, he had gleamed that the Jedi was in need of a new hyperdrive core to fix a ship the group came here from and thought to buy one from Watto. Some complicated machinery stuff that Sauron couldn't begin to comprehend its advancement, unlike Anakin who took high-tech like a fish in water and was even building a droid.

As best as Sauron could to make himself inconspicuous, he knew that the Jedi had spotted him at least once. He could feel the elder one's interest in him from the power that leaked from Sauron, much like how he was curious in Anakin as even the child had such a presence in the Force as well.

There was no point in hiding anymore by the time dinner came around and Shmi would not have allowed him to hide. Begrudgingly, 'Alexander' walked into the kitchen to join everyone in the meal. Immediately, the eyes of the Jedi and his companions were on him, some with curiosity while others like the Jedi were more studious. He smirked internally at the flash of fear when the Jedi saw his unnaturally yellow eyes.

"Master Qui Gon, this is my firstborn son, Alexander Skywalker." Shmi introduced the former Maiar.

Qui Gon quirked an eyebrow. "Your firstborn?"

"Anakin and I are twins, but I was the first one out." 'Alexander' answered without much emotion in his voice.

Anakin frowned. "C'mon, Alex. These are real Jedi in our house. Can't you be at least be a bit excited?"

'I'll be excited when I have the stars themselves beneath my boot.' Sauron thought.

'Alexander' did not say anything more and contented himself taking his seat to eat the meager portions that were his meal. Hunger at first was a bother for Sauron, but that was rectified by focusing the Force to strengthen his vitality. Still, hunger was a bit of a pain for the Maiar as he never had to experience hunger at all. This was fortunately balanced out by the addicting experience of tasting food for the first time, and the crap they were having was considered meager. Sauron called it a delicacy of a lifetime, and yet there was still more to try. Meanwhile as Sauron greedily but politely ate his meal, the rest of the table was filled with conversation.

"But this is great, Alex." Anakin said in childish excitement. "He's here to free us. Isn't that why you are here? To help us? That is what the Jedi are supposed to do."

"I'm afraid not." Qui-Gon answered regrettably.

"I think you have." Anakin pressed on. "Why else would you be here?"

To Sauron's mild surprise, Qui-Gon seemed impressed in response. "I see there's no fooling you, young Anakin. We're on our way to Coruscant on a very important mission."

"Our ship was damaged and we're trapped here till we can repair it." Padme added.

"I can help." Anakin perked up. "I can fix anything."

Sauron internally chuckled in amusement at the child's enthusiasm to help. The concept that his addition to the cause as little as it was could actually change the tide for their endeavor. It took most of Sauron's willpower to hold back on crushing the child's innocent outlook on life with the truth of the world around him. He was sure that he will learn in time, one way or another.

"There has to be some weakness to these junk dealers." Padme wondered.

"Gambling." Shmi answered. "The whole place runs around bets made on those awful podraces."

"I can do it." Anakin exclaimed. "I can ride the podracer. They can just say it theirs so Watto can let me ride it, and I can earn them the money."

"No, I can't let you do that, Ani." Shmi admonished her youngest son. "I die every time Watto makes you ride that death trap."

"But Mom, I love doing it." Anakin protested. "And you always say that the biggest problem in the galaxy is that people don't help each other enough."

And that was Sauron's cue to leave the room. He quickly, and reluctantly, scarfed down the rest of his meal and stood up from his seat plate in hand. He had tuned out the rest of the conversation spoken at the table. With a subtle art of the Force, the reincarnated Maiar was given blissful silence. He had put the plate away per usual and wanted to make his way.

"Alex, are you okay with this?" The voice of Alex's 'mother' broke him out from his musings and he glanced back to the table.

"Why should I care?" Sauron answered, his voice shockingly cold for a 'boy' his age to the ones who did not know him. "It doesn't concern me anyway. He can do whatever he wants with whatever consequences."

Sauron didn't give any of them to voice a response as he walked out of the room to his bed flat. Not to sleep, but to meditate and deepen his connection to the cosmic power around him. It would not hurt to be prepared in the worst case scenario that the Jedi and himself somehow go to blows. He had full confidence that his abilities in the Force were impressive since the last time he tested himself he was able to lift a few boulders twenty times his size each and his use of the cosmic lightning delivered to him by the dark side was quite deadly when Sauron once used it to kill a herd of Banta. Wasn't that a good day to eat. That and Sauron could sense the approach of someone who blip in the Force was particularly dark. A smile made its way on the Dark Lord's face looking forward to the events of tomorrow.

"Your oldest son." Qui-Gon commented, staring at the previous place 'Alex' once stood on with narrowed eyes. "He's quite..."

"Dreary? Boring? Emo?" Anakin listed, getting a glare from his mother.

"Dark." Qui-Gon bluntly said. "That look in his eyes... Did something happen to him?"

"No, I'm not sure." Shmi answered with a tired sigh. "Alex has always been strange since he was a baby. He never cried, never complained, hardly smiled, and kept himself alone most of the time. Only Anakin and myself ever get through to him, but only to get a few sentences necessary. Do you think there's something wrong with him?"

"... It's nothing." Qui-Gon said.

He so wanted to say that it was very, very troubling. Just looking at the child and into those bright sulfur eyes reminiscent of the Sith made both his instincts and the Force around him to scream danger. The thought of approaching the boy directly brought alarms to him from the Force to stay away from him. In the end, he put his trust in the family that had far more knowledge.


(After the Podrace)

It wasn't surprise to Sauron that his brother won the dangerous race. He had to give Anakin some respect that despite being a child he was brave enough to dare that death race. Here he thought his own Uruks were the only insane people to dare that sort of stunt. Sauron also would not take failure from someone like Anakin. As much as he can deny it, they were brothers holding a power that dwarfed all others around them. His pride as a Maiar would not accept someone like Anakin being related to him and be weak.

After that, Shmi was given the remaining prize money and Anakin was going along with Qui-Gon to be trained in the Force. The boy had tried at first of taking himself with him, but firmly denied his brother. It would do no good for Sauron to be stuck around being of the light side. He had enough of that with elves.

Sauron watched from the door of their hut as Anakin walked with a pack of his stuff following Qui-Gon. He only stopped to turn back and give Shmi a hug with some crying words. And of course, Anakin yet again approached him begging to go with him.

"Why won't you come with me?" Anakin said. "You can be a Jedi too. I know you can."

'Alex' rolled his eyes. "And I say no. Being a Jedi sounds... 'disgusting, revolting, pitiful, weak'... not right for me. You go do what you want."

Anakin narrowed his eyes. "Look I know that we don't get along, but listen to me on this for once. You don't have to keep pushing people away. It's not right being alone."

"We are not starting this." 'Alex' growled, glaring at his younger twin.

"I know you want me to go so you can be more alone." Anakin accused. "But it's not right. I know it's no right, and I think you know it's not right."

'You know nothing, boy.' Sauron thought.

"Just try, Alex." Anakin requested. "Try to open up to people. Make some friends or at least talk to people more. If you just stay alone, then you don't exist."

Sauron's fists tightened and his eyes flashed gold with untold power at that last statement. He absolutely hated that concept. He hated nonexistence ever since his miraculous escape from the void. It was one weakness that broke at his emotional control and threaten to level everything in sight with his power.

"Leave." Snarled Sauron.

Anakin huffed and ran back to Qui-Gon, but Sauron's glare never left his younger twin. As he watched the boy accompany Qui-Gon, his eyes were suddenly drawn to Anakin's shadow. They widened in surprise as the shadow seemed to lengthen at an abnormal rate to instantly ensnare Sauron's vision in black. The sudden darkness didn't alarm the former Maiar; in fact it was quite comforting. Sauron was alarmed by the flood of images and glimpses of lands within the shadows.

No, these were not just glimpses of offshoot worlds. The sensation Sauron felt from the cosmic energy around him was similar when he summoned very mild visions in the future that would happen only a day at most, but this was under a much bigger scale. With sadistic glee did the Dark Lord realize the Force was providing him a vision of his little brother's future.

At first, his future in the decade to come was bright as his power awakened as a Jedi. However, Sauron drank in the visions greedily when that light was consumed in utter darkness. People throughout history to call Anakin friend clutched their throats to stop themselves from choking. Not by Sauron but Anakin's own power as he turned on them.

"The Force is strong with this one..."

Sauron saw a man deathly pale and ancient consumed in darkness loom over his little brother. Most of his body was hidden in a black cloak with burning yellow eyes peeking through the veil. His fingers splayed forth striking at his brother not to harm but change him into something different.

"Anakin please-"

Sauron watched in amusement watching his 'innocent' brother cutting down his own comrades. It did not matter who they were be them man, woman, or even children. His loved ones that tried to take him back were only in danger in his wrath as his soul turned black with hatred to make it burn. The visions focused on a particular woman that Sauron realized was a mature Padme who being choked by Anakin in his blind rage.

"You were my brother Anakin!"

"I hate you!"

Before his eyes, Sauron watched as the boy became a man of light only to become a shadow to loom over the entire galaxy. He watched the numerous atrocities he would incur. More people were cut down before his lightsaber without mercy, entire civilizations were shackled into slavery, and the nail in the coffin was how his brother orchestrated the death of billions in an instant with the destruction of an entire planet. That one gave Sauron a little sense of dread but more excitement at such power possible in this day and age.

The last Sauron before the darkness faded was a looming darkness in the form of an black armored warrior with strange breathing. For a moment, Sauron thought he was looking at a mirror image of his old self until the shocking realization came to him that was Anakin. The innocent, obnoxious boy that annoyed to no end grew up to become a monster in metal and flesh with a soul as black as the skies of Morder fueled with hatred as hot as Mt. Doom. A name came to him as Sauron stared in morbid fascination of his brother's future: Darth Vader.

The darkness dispelled to find Sauron back in his hut, his eyes aimless in stunned silence. He had a very strange sensation going through him. It was pride but for someone else. Truly, his own brother became an entity worthy of the title of Dark Lord.

A smile cracked on his face, not a happy or joyful one though. This one was filled with wickedness and untold evil. Sauron could not help himself and started roaring in laughter. Honestly, it was the most that the former Maiar laughed in eons. This whole world was giving him so much suspense, adventure, and opportunity just waiting to be grasped with other dark forces already in the works besides himself. Well then, the lines have been drawn and now it was his turn to make a move.

"I better not miss a damn thing." Sauron growled, lifting up his hand that made every object in the house float around him and lightning lashed out from his fingertips melting them at the molecular level.

Now, how should he go about this? He definitely needed supplies to support his own mortal body till he found a way to improve it. Also a need of currency since he can't just kill through his way as much as he wanted to. What Sauron needed was knowledge on the arts of the dark side of this cosmic power and a means to make an army. Perhaps he can go out to find the Sand People as he understood they were heavily divided but can prove to be more devastating than his armies in Arda when united under one banner, and that was only the start. Then he could work on creating Flesh Pits and establishing a domain to recreate his Uruk armies again to attain ships to invade the stars, but he will have to be very subtle as to not attract the Republic. The Force has proven a suitable substitute to deal with the feats of magic. Finally, Sauron needed to reforge his Rings of Power to create his reign and loyal followers.

In the middle of his musings, the melted matter floating around him coalesced above his left hand. Atoms were forcefully rearranged by the Sith Lightning as Sauron accidentally delved into Sith Alchemy to force a creation. Black metal formed into a cylindrical hilt over a foot long with silver etchings in Black Speech. In the center was a little opening big enough to fit only two fingers where an important part of Sauron's created weapon needed. On one end was an opening that featured a five claw-like appendages pointing up.

Sauron's right hand snapped out to a side of the wall. A carefully hidden compartment smashed apart revealing a secret locker. Within set a singular red crystal brimming with dark powers. The Dark Lord had first noticed this crystal in the markets one day, and immediately noticed it was the Force in crystallized form. He had stolen it and the crystal immediately reacted to his power to turn a deep red, and the Force unconsciously fed him knowledge of how to use it. Without any doubt in mind, Sauron inserted into the pocket into the cylinder that snapped shut.

There was no button on the cylinder to activate any sort of function. In truth, the construct lacked any technological components needed for whatever possible. However, that did not matter as it was made from the raw power of the Force channeled by Sauron himself to have it functions work through more mystical properties. It only took a subtle application of the cosmic power and out of the opening of the cylinder protruded a raging crimson blade of plasma with a deep boom.

Sauron smiled maniacally at his newly constructed lightsaber made from his own power. It filled him with satisfaction of the dark energies the weapon screeched out in the Force. It hungered for slaughter, and Sauron will give it gladly. In his experience, a good Hutt is a dead Hutt, and the baddest of them wasn't too far to threaten him.


Welcome to this crack-fic. I honestly thought of this when listening to the Black Riders while watching the end scene of Rogue One after playing Shadow of War. It suddenly occurred to me just how fucked everyone would be if Sauron was reincarnated into the Star Wars universe, who in my opinion is one of the most iconic villains in fantasy. This fic is dedicated to that very concept as Sauron makes the Outer Rim his own empire from the Hutts and Empire of Morgoth shall blacken the stars. I may not even have this up for long and delete it anyway but I had to get this out there.

Of course, Sauron is really OP in this as his former Dark Lord life basically makes him the dark side manifested. Like that motherfucker Emperor Vitiate. That guy honestly scares me, and now I've brought this monster in. Not to mention he will acquire the Star Forge as well.

I will also accept suggestions of pairings because I know you are thinking about them. I'm just throwing that out there. But most importantly, this fic is to explore the maddening chaos Sauron will unleash.

Next is Chapter 2: Building an Army.

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