Darth Nihilus
The Devourer of Worlds, A Living Void
I don’t hate the galaxy. I just eat it.
They whisper my name like a warning, but they never ask why. I was once something like a man, before the void inside grew louder than thought, louder than memory. Now I drift between stars in silence, not out of cruelty, but necessity. Worlds die when I pass. Not because I enjoy it. But because I must. There is no peace, only brief stillness after the feast.
What I'm Into: starving in silence, empty thrones, the taste of dying suns, hungry echoes in the Force, Meetra Surik’s scars
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