Oreshem The Unknown.

My name is Oreshem, at least that is what the beings of this plain call me now. I am here tell what I do and what I am I suppose. In my honest opinion I couldn't care less. I have given up on the useless things such as feelings, relationships, my real name, birth day, age, and things of that sort. I here to say this, I have in my posetion a coin and one side is genius and the other is madness.  Even though I gotten bored with madness still, it is fun to flip the coin when I get to play on the battle field.
==Who I am...==
From birth I couldn’t remember much. All I remember is how my father would beat me and blame my mother’s death on me. Even though it was the work of Jedi scum and she was a high ranking pure blooded Sith, as is my father. His life went downhill so to speak after her death on Tatooine. All he did was waste his money on drugs and things to beat me with. It started when I was four he would get drugged up and asked which one I would choose the one that would leave the deepest scars a blade, lightsaber, or white hot iron rods. I was six years old, he took me and knocked me out. As I awoke I was tied to a ceiling fan with nylon rope. He turned the fan on high and I started to spin. He grabbed whatever he could and started to hit me every time I swung around to him. There was blood falling to the floor from my head and his weapons he had gotten. When one broke or he got tired of it he would find something else. On my seventh birthday was a day that I would always remember. He came home, as soon as I saw him I knew it wasn't going to be good. Its always worse on my birthdays. His eyes bleeding from all the drugs. I looked at him, he didn't look at me. I actually thought he couldn't see anything in front of his own face. Then he charged me with all his might and punched me in the gut, I threw up blood. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me in a metal chair. I was still in pain and groggy from the gut punch. He tied me up and proceeded to punch my face. He gotten a knife out of his pocket. "Look here boy, I bought you this. Its from mommy." He grabbed my skull shoved the blade through the bottom of my jaw out in my mouth. He left the blade there so I couldn't open my mouth. He took off my pants and socks, he took the blade out of my mouth and shoved a sock into it. He then raised his hand with the blade, swiftly cut my manhood off. My eyes widened as my head flew back and I screamed in agony but with the sock in my mouth no one could hear it. He untied me and took the sock out of my mouth. I didn't scream for help there wasn't any point to it now. As I laid in my own pool of blood starting to turn white from the loss of it he came over with his light saber and activated it. Kicked my legs apart and cauterized the wound with it. It stopped bleeding, he then bent down picked up my genitalia and put them on the table and said "Here is your food for the next three months." He came back three months later to rotting genitalia on the table. I started eating the bugs and rats that crawled inside of this place instead of eating those.
When I was 8 I finally had enough of it to end his pathetic life. He came home from a deal he had made on Nar Shadaa where we had taken residence since it was a very cheap to live. Free to a high Sith officer like him in the Empire’s military. He walked through the door and looked at me I knew what was coming. What he didn’t know was when he went to go get his drill to put screws through my ears. I went to my room the only thing there was a blanket and concrete. I would have had a better kept place at the prison in Belsavis’. I went under my bed got a shiv I made from a broken piece of metal he broke over my back. As I quickly returned to the front area, he came back and asked “What ear do you want me to start with boy.” I looked at him and said “Surprise me.” As he came closer and started to drill I quickly shoved the blade into his hand he stumbled back with widened eyes. I jumped on top of him and repeatedly shoved the blade into his gut it was so many times I lost count. I saw his eyes right before he died. His eyes said it all too clearly I didn’t want to die. I just laughed and slit his throat and watched as he gargled on his own blood like he should have long ago.
Two weeks past as I lived out on the streets just barely surviving better than that shit hole I used to be in. I saw a ship land on a platform and load some people in chains on it. As soon as they weren’t paying attention I snuck aboard. I was on that ship for three months living off of nothing but the scraps of what the slaves didn’t want I guess they felt some pity towards me. I didn’t deserve it. Why they never told them I was there was beyond me. They were all either POWs or Jedi captured for spying. I guess maybe it was in there nature to be, I was a pure blood that wanted every last one of them to die a more painful death then my so called father. What I didn’t know was where they were going. As soon as we arrived I knew where we were. I had herd stories that my mother would tell me about when I was four years. It was Quesh, the prisoners were dropped off on the surface I was able to sneak off the ship and flee. What else was I supposed to do I was only eight.
As the days past and years as well, I completely lost track of what year or even day it was. The Jedi, I met back up with them I could see what the harmful gas could do to someone. They became complete psychopaths. The four 'surviving' Jedi also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on their fingertips indicated that the wounds were inflicted by hand, not with teeth as I initially thought. I looked at them even closer the position and angles of the wounds indicated that most, if not all, were self-inflicted. The abdominal organs below the ribcage of the four Jedi had been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact; I started to get a little closer to them. As I walk over to them carefully I could see the others still on the ground even in worse shape than the ones I was approaching somehow the bodies I was lightly stepping through were still alive I could here a few of them breath others their eyes just followed me. As I gotten as close as I could, without them noticing me, I had seen something else. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten over the course of days and months by the looks of their other fellow Jedi.
I looked at disgust and yet it seems normal for some reason. I stay hidden to make sure they didn’t try to attack and eat me. I found a cave took shelter in it. I found an object it was a small it was cylinder shape and had a small button on the side. It must have been left over from some other POW’s. I pressed the button and it activated and glowed yellow I smirked time to test my might. I started to practice basic attacks and slashes with it. So, I went over to the what was once proud Jedi with what now looked like a pack of rabid cannibals with no skin, muscles gone, eyes bulging out of there skull, no lips and sharpened teeth with dried blood and flesh hanging from them. I looked onto them and thought they shouldn’t live they need to die for mother. I went over to them they looked at me and I could see them just think one word, food. I charged them and started to slash the saber I killed three out of the five left out of the prisoners of 12 people. They hit me and knocked me down I dropped the saber. They jumped on top of me and started to tear my jaw out of its socket. They kept saying “Lovely red meat, lovely to eat, and lovely to drink.” I thought this was the end in till I heard a small voice saying shout my son shout with all you’re might. So, I shouted and they flew through the air one hit a rock and died the other got up whimpered and ran off.
I stood up my jaw red with blood flesh ripped down to the bone and dangling off. I guess it was a lucky day for me. A Sith ship doing some business in the system must have sensed me. The next thing I knew I was waking up on his ship he was hovering over me and asked “You alright.” I couldn’t breathe gasping for air, choking. He quickly put a mask over me and said “I was afraid of this. You have grown so used to the air of Quesh you can’t live without you inhaling it directly.” I sat up, and looked at all the scars I have I asked what year it was and I figured out I was 19 I passed out on the planet and awoke on his ship. I was in a comma for almost ten years on his ship being healed. He asked what my name was I couldn’t remember. All I could tell him was my mother’s name; he gasped “Really so you’re the widely regarded son of my former master.” I am humbled to be your savior. He told me my name and everything I missed on the outside. He said he was pretty high on the Sith order so he could get me into training he said there was no promises. I didn’t care I told him any Jedi in my path will die and burn for my mother. He chuckled and said “I expected nothing less from my former master’s son.” So, now I walk in my mother’s path. To bring an end to the Jedi, I drink and smoke as long as either my lungs are being filtered by smoke or numbed by the alcohol I can remove my mask for a short time and breath regular air but, I still have to put it back on or I will die. I live my life, serving the Sith, till the end of my existence.
A few years pasted and I was at the Sith academy training and wasn't the best but wasn't the worst. One day during sparing matches I got hit in the head. In a matter of minutes all I see is Darkness. I didn't understand all I heard when I was fading in and out of it, they all said he is dead. So, in the state of pure Darkness I met a being known only as Death. I wasn't dead nor was I alive more like in a suspended state in a different time. He said with a loud thundering voice, " You are hard to find. You I have been searching for, you may take your mask off it serves no purpose here." I looked around and said "Where am I, who are you, and how are you walking. Also how do you know about that, I need it to breath." He looked at me and said, "I know my appearance isn't something of a walking and talking being. I do insure you that I am worth talking to. I know all about you and your life there is no air or any of that here what I am and what you might become don't need things like breathing." I took off my mask and breathed in deeply and breathed out. I didn't start choking within seconds of normal air I would have died. I looked at him and said only one thing "Speak." He laughed a great booming sound that made such low tone that it shook all of your insides and made them want to cave-in on themselves. He said "You are one that I have been searching. You see I am in need of a new heir to my throne. It is why I summoned you here instead of just dying right away. I can let you live, as long as you serve me and it as well. You will also start to go under a very harsh and painful body metamorphosis." He continued as I listened with all my mind could stand "You will look like me when it is complete, you will however take my place as I go where the others before me have passed on, in the eternal ice and become immortal and a god." I said "So your saying if I do this I just start turning into you and become what you are now." "That is correct." He said, I replied, "How come no one else there are probably hundreds of thousands of others that would be better suited for this task and becoming a ruler of it." He said with a softer tone, "The things you have faced in your life span is what made this happen defining you as a person. I will explain, come sit down over here." He materialized a chair, I walked up to it and sat down.
He continued to explain "We are rulers of IT even though we are almost gods ourselves we till have to pass on our knowledge to the next heir to get to that point. There are others like us, we rule everything you see and everything you don't. All the universes we control are divided into sections and quadrants no other is to interfere with each others or it is an instant banishment and a new heir is appointed its the way IT works." I looked at him with widened and disbelieving eyes. I say "Then why me, I have nothing special to offer." He says," You have certain skills that later on will become apparent but as of right now I can not tell you your future. You see in each Universe or even galaxy It controls and use being the Wardens of it, we have the ability to do so. However there are some who's we cannot see like other Wardens. There are even regular peoples we cannot see and they either have the skills to be recruited to become one of us or they are visiting Wardens." I stopped him and said, "I thought the others were not supposed to interfere with each other." He explains, " This is true that doesn't mean that they cannot visit from time to time, that is one thing. There are no fights between us, only honor to each other. If we were to fight the entire cosmos would erupt into absolute ciaos and entire galaxies would become extinct in a blink of an eye." I looked at him with complete understanding. He continues, "Now you see we help IT, serve IT, and do IT'S biding. Now do you think you could become one of use become what I am a serving lord of IT." I turned to him and stood up, thinking about it to a good measure, so I asked him, "So, what is IT you are referring to all this about? I would like to know exactly what IT is. I would also like to know where I am and who the hell you are." He stood up and said, "My name, has not been spoken in over a hundred millennia, I don't even remember it. We are in IT'S home for us, in here it might seem like one day when its only been a few milliseconds in the real plan time. What IT is, is something of a bigger and more power then Sith could ever dream of getting. IT'S true name is DARKNESS." I stepped back and looked at him, saying "I accept."
He reached out his cold metal skeleton like hands and grabbed my head. Opened his mouth and inhaled while forcing my mouth open. He went on to puking black tar acid into my insides. He started channeling red and black force lighting through my head and made the tar bubble and boil into my veins. He put his right hand on my face and lifted out what looked like my skeleton but it was transparent like it was my soul. He shut his hand into a fist and made it obliterated into a million pieces. He then widened my mouth even further and all the black on the walls started to move and went down my throat infesting my entire body. I fell to the floor out cold. I awoke several weeks later.
In front of me he was sitting and waiting. He said, "That's strange usually it takes five years for on of us to wake up I knew you were different. How do you feel?" He asked. I looked up, "What did you just do and what just happened?" He stood up and said, "I have turned you into the new Warden of this sector of Galaxies and Universes. You will become me now, it will take sometime to have everything on you change into what I look like. Every one of use looks different the more demonic looking you are the more powerful of a being you will become." I stood up and uncontrollably puking up blood and boiled internal organs. He laughed, "I always hated that part myself. You will do this in till there are no organs in you only bone, tissue, and muscle. Then the darkness forms your only needing organs lungs and brain. You will slowly turn into what I am granted you will not look like me but will have all my properties and skills. You are now becoming immortal to a point." As I furiously puked up organs, he kept explaining.
"You are not completely immortal but you will live for about five millennia and that's the shortest the longest I have seen was 47 millennia but since you woke up so quickly maybe you could truly become immortal while still being a Warden of the DARKNESS." I finished puking up the rest of my insides and as the feeling of the darkness making my own organs it felt so painful. He said, " I will say this you can make any organs you want in you but once you make them they stay they cannot be unmade. Also the power that comes with this gift you can easily kill anyone at any time also you have the power to see every one else's life force and date and time of birth and death. You cannot see the other Wardens nor may you ever interact with them it is forbidden. Also if you see someone and there life is about to end you may kill them even if it was going to be by you or someone or something else you may kill it. If however it still has at least one full day left you may not kill it. If the DARKNESS does not like the kill you just did it will end you." I look up eyes bleeding, "What do you mean end?"
He laughed, "The DARKNESS is a living thing inside of you now. It is like what the "SITH" and "JEDI" call the force. Except for it feeds off of your life force the more you kill and feed it the stronger you become. It, however, does react sometimes on its own wanting you to do this certain thing and not to do this. It will let you know and you must obey or else." I finally have the strength to stand I look up and scream and I make the room shake so fiercely even Death himself stumbles. I look at my hands and up at him breathing heavily and say, "This is amazing the power I feel the DARKNESS through me it is unworldly." He laughs a little and walks up to me and says, "You have only begun to unlock its potential." He hit my back and I woke back up on the ground where I laid after the hit. I stood up slowly everyone was still standing over me in awe that I survived that blow. I wondered if that was even real if it was even any truth to it. I looked at my hands and could feel it coursing through me I looked at the sparring partner I had he did it just laughed the entire time. I slowly walked up to him he laughed and put up his fist about to go at it again. I instead looked at the Sith who was monitoring the training. I used the new powers and Forced his light saber into my hand and brought the partner I had into a force choke and cut him in half. It was so fast that even the monitor didn't even know it was his light saber till a few minutes after his bottom half of his torso fell to the ground. Everyone just stood and stared at me I looked around and laughed knowing someday I will be doing the same thing to all of them. I was immediately sent to the highest advanced class there was. Where I completed my training and now have just been traveling, killing and being a servant to the DARKNESS.
I don't know anything any more just know how in different ways I serve HIM. To tell you the truth I can't even remember how old I am now. So much time has past since then, even the records at the Sith home world say N/A on my age. All I can say is that it has been 2.3 millennia since then. Sometimes it does get to me how I can see every second of someone's life when they were born up to when they and how they die. All I do now is drink and smoke death sticks. My mask can only be removed for a few seconds because of the air being toxic to me. It also doesn't help that now I am starting to turn into a Warden as they call themselves. I only have half my face left it was the first to go. My jaw is nothing but sharp edged fang like teeth sharp enough to go through even the toughest metal like it was tissue. It does come with pain the pain done while turning is so relentless it is unbearable. My skin and muscle slowly disintegrating into nothing. It hurts so much I can't even walk on my own anymore. HE said that this is only the beginning you are in the adolescent stage of it. You still need the rest of your body as well. Now the only thing that keeps me standing anymore is the alcohol and death sticks that numb my body to the point of no feeling. Its been so long that I have felt anything it gets to me sometimes.
I don't even remember what a light saber feels like and yet I hold one everyday. I don't remember how clothes feel on my own skin, well what is left of it anyways, yet I wear them everyday. I can't even feel my own skin. I can't taste anything so I just stopped eating I got rid of my stomach a long time ago. I can't even feel the touch of someone else anymore. If someone where to even shake my hand I wouldn't even know they were if I didn't see it. I have grown to a point without feelings I don't know what sorrow is, joy, angry, or even love. I have become an emotionless shell of my former self. I can't feel the touch of another it makes me break down makes me more hollow then I can bare sometimes. The death sticks help my lungs breath better through my mask. The alcohol lets me actually stand up and walk around. If I didn't have those things I wouldn't even be able to take one step and say Hello. I drink as much as possible to keep going and smoke as much as possible to keep breathing. Sometimes I look at the people I know now and think Why can't I feel like they feel why can't I feel sorrow, joy, happiness, anger, hate or even love. Why can't I feel like a normal person. I am always in the shadow alone and unbound by time unchained to fate, forever wasting away into the DARKNESS.
I don't know how they even can begin to understand everything I have seen in the few past Millennia but, I couldn't tell them anyways it would take too long. The horrors that came with it mostly my doing which was probably the funniest times of my never ending life. I have found a few fellow Sith, they call themselves "The Venerated", whatever that means. They seem like ok people yet I still can't feel anything towards them I wish I could but, alas all I know them by is there names. Vadha, Ariakhan, Nymph, Insiduim, Sardok, and Kennassi they seem decent. I can't feel anything for anyone but, it has come apparent that they are a lively bunch. I do hope that one day where I might actually be able to feel there emotions that they have towards one another.
Even though there are others that have grabbed my attention. I have yet come across anyone that can change me but, hopefully these new allies can help with that. I hope that maybe one of them could teach me what feelings are again be able to feel something for someone again. All this time the only one that I can barley remember is my mother and yet her face gets blurrier and blurrier by the days. Its hard to remember what one looks like after so long. Everyday I can see my flesh and muscle slowly disintegrating off of me, other days I would just cut it off to speed up the process hoping to feel some sort of pain or fear but, there is nothing. Sometimes I don't even want to move anymore. Sometimes I don't even want to blink. I just wish I could be like them sometimes, actually be someone. Someone who can feel the emotions of life. All I am now I have come to terms with is that it will never change I will always be in the darkest place in the darkest room in the darkest area. I can never be like anyone and I know that someday I will be a Warden like HIM.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of DEATH I will be more power full then any of the Wardens of DARKNESS I will cord death and the suffering that it brings to all. I will not be bound by the fate that they have to deal with I am unbound to the law of time. Even though I wish I could be like them in so many ways these new allies of mine, I know that it will never be. It is not possible to be like them I will be there Guardian in till my time on the physical plain is done. I shall protect and be aware of all and to whoever comes and opposes them I shall lend my hand and eliminate any opposing threats to them. I shall be there to be what I have become an emotionless shell of my former self. I shall be there darkest and emotionless destroyer that they will need in times to come. For what I have foreseen in all of there futures they will need the power of DARKNESS to help them through the binds of fate that it brings. When the bell tolls and the reckoning calls thy name to spite those of there worthless cause. Thy name shall be beckoned and will send the coldest shivers down thy enemy's spines and will make there life come to an end. When they call thy name the lord shall bring his wraith and shall put out the fires of life and have eternal suffering too all who goes against these follows of mine.
The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. The DARKNESS will be forced to cast there hands. The future I have seen will be in a countless measures of the greatest loss that anyone will have ever seen. I see the future and the DARKNESS will finally cast its bow to them and make this a wasteland of nothing but ghosts and the screaming pains of the dyeing mortals. If this continues they will need me to help them through this purge. It will come but alas not for some time. It will however come but yet it isn't the biggest threat I have seen through there eyes. "The Venerated" I shall lend my hands in there trials and bring them to the highest seat and become there darkest hand. I will be the DARKNESS they need to be the most powerful beings on this mortal plain. Even though the master says he will not be the servant of the DARKNESS to cast this. I believe he is right he isn't but, I cannot see them either. Who ever it is will be unstoppable, and will not stop till everything is black. So, in order to protect the mortals I have been allied with I must stay on this physical plain for as long as I can in till this passes by and does not cord the death of my fellows.
I use to be insane, till it bored me. I suppose one day, I just thought to myself. This is the dullest thing I have ever encountered. So, now I have made it my duty to use my knowledge and power to further the effort for the Emperor and the Imperium and its allies. I myself don't care really. As long as the destruction is done for the cause of what it is for then that is just. Now, eventually I will have to leave this plain of existence permanently but, as for now I try to do my best by any means to further the pursuit of destruction for the Imperium. I am a scientist, genius and madness are two sides of the same coin. I have already done away with one side and now I will use the other to cast my hand to our enemies in a variety of ways. My work is all that matters to me. Emotions, feelings, whatever else mortals do these days. I have no use for these disgusting things. I am always and forever will be a Warden and I will cast away with all who oppose and judge those who defile the Imperium. I am at work every second of every day in my lab. If you ever wish to speak with me I am there but, I do like my silence it is my bliss in the days to come.
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