The Scourge That Comes After
The King In Red
The End
No records name his birth, no histories mark his rise, and no Sith Lord has ever claimed to be his master. The King in Red is not a ruler, nor a god, nor a mere shade from the past. He is a wound in the Force—an echo of something ancient and forgotten, something that should never have been remembered. Those who have glimpsed his presence do not speak of him as a man, but as a realization, a thing that waits at the edges of all Sith knowledge, a whisper in the spaces between war and ruin. His existence is not known in the way one knows an emperor or a tyrant; it is something felt, something understood only when it is too late to turn back.
Legends conflict on his origins. Some claim he was a Sith who ascended beyond the Dark Side, rejecting both the Rule of One and the Rule of Two, becoming something the Sith themselves could not allow to exist. Others whisper that he is not a Sith at all, but a parasite that has worn the guise of many over the centuries, a being that does not possess the Force, but instead makes the Force hunger for him. The Sepulchral's oldest records name him among the vanished Lords of the past—those whose legacies were not merely erased, but deliberately unmade. Whatever the truth, the tomb that binds him is no mere resting place. It is a prison, a final act of desperation by those who understood that he could not be allowed to remain.
But the seals weaken. The servants dream. And the King in Red stirs once more.