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Unliving is shrouded in mystery, with rumors circulating that Nekron is darkness itself, existing before life entirely, or that he was created by the darkness as its protector. Another claim is that the Guardians of the Universe clashed with Nekron close to the beginning of the universe and were the ones to imprison him in the Land of the Unliving.

Krona War

Nekron gloats

Trapped in his own realm throughout most of eternity, Nekron first became aware of the world of the living through the deceased cosmic villain Krona. A rift was opened in the continuum between dimensions, caused by the death of an immortal. And Nekron looked upon the universe and saw all that was life itself, and determined that he would become its master. So that he might escape his prison, he resurrected and empowered Krona, with an army of the undead at his disposal, to slaughter the Guardians of the Universe and widen the rift.[2] It took the combined might of the entire Green Lantern Corps to defeat them, in a colossal battle that resulted in literally hundreds of casualties. Hal Jordan entered the Land of the Unliving on a suicide mission, and harnessed the souls of his fallen Lanterns to fight back against the great evil. Their combined willpower overcame Nekron long enough for the Guardians to seal up the rift, and Hal escaped, leaving the Lord of the Unliving once more condemned to his lifeless prison.[3]

Further Appearances

The Ultimate Opponent

Although largely confined, Nekron has made several more breaches into our world and had interactions with superheroes. After Captain Atom died briefly, he was introduced to several incarnations of Death, including Death of the Endless and the Black Racer. They were each presented as a component of death... and Nekron represented the concept as a cosmic certainty, death as the ultimate opponent.[1] In an attempt to gain control of the Quantum Field life energy of the planet, he had carefully engineered the hero's death. Although he absorbed a great deal of the power, Captain Atom used his connection to steal energy from Nekron's own personal field, and depower him enough to defeat him in physical combat.[4]

Underworld Unleashed allowed him another opportunity to gain entrance to the physical plane. Destruction of the Tower of Fate created another rift into our dimension, and Nekron fought Nebiros for the privilege of conquering the world. He won the battle, and the undead souls of the damned surged across the Earth as Hell literally broke loose.[5]Alan Scott and Fate teamed up against him. Nekron almost gained full access to our world, but fighting against him with the great supernatural strength of Fate gave Green Lantern enough time to demolish the portal with his green flame.[6]

Through the Rift

He was able to return to our world once more during Ghosts. An outside supernatural force brought a number of dead Green Lanterns back to life, calling themselves the Green Lantern Corpse. This created another crack in his realm, but still not one large enough for him to squeeze through. Taking control of the undead Lanterns, he sent them to capture the last remaining descendant of his original nemeses... Kyle Rayner. If Nekron had killed him and harnessed his powers, then he would finally have been able to leave his prison, but Kyle escaped back out through the crack and personally put each and every one of the rogue Lanterns down in single combat. Although it was a long and difficult battle, putting them back to rest sealed the portal and ended Nekron's threat once more.[7]

Nekron was accidentally summoned onto our plane by the supernatural hero Witchfire, who used his incantation without realizing the consequences it would have. She teamed up with Wonder Woman to prevent him from sucking the life-force out of any more innocents, while he was feeding. The combination of mystical energies and godlike blows was sufficient to drive him back into his own realm on that occasion.[8]

Blackest Night

Main article: Blackest Night

Black Lantern Corps

Following the Final Crisis, Nekron makes his triumphant return during the Blackest Night, where he forms the Black Lantern Corps composed entirely of his zombies equipped with power rings to wreak havoc upon the universe. His plans for this stretched back toward the Sinestro Corps War, when he killed the Anti-Monitor and absorbed him to energize his own Central Power Battery on the planet Ryut in Sector 666.[9] The battery wouldn't become completely active until it was discovered and disturbed by Lanterns Ash and Saarek, his first new victims.[10] He has taken the fallen Guardian named Scar as one of his servants, for she was burned by the Anti-Monitor and poisoned by his touch, causing her to slowly die and come under his influence.[11] There is also evidence that he has been influencing William Hand, the criminal known as Black Hand, his entire life. His control over Black Hand was solidified when Hand killed himself and his family, with Nekron taking him as his herald.[12]

As his influence spreads throughout the universe, the dead rise and return to take revenge on the living, building his power by literally devouring the hearts and emotions of all those who still breathe.[13] Only those with emotional ties to superheroes and villains are resurrected, to achieve the maximum potential. The sheer quantity of death caused by his Black Lantern Rings charges the Central Battery to full power. At this climax, he transports himself and his forces down to Earth to personally command his army. Landing in the middle of Coast City, he turns every single dead citizen into a Black Lantern, announces that all owe their lives to him, and he has come to collect.[14] Many of Earth's mightiest heroes rally to defeat him, and representatives from all seven Lantern Corps. Atrocitus, Carol Ferris, Hal Jordan, Indigo, Larfleeze, Saint Walker and Sinestro pour their combined beams into his Power Battery, hoping to obliterate it with the full life-force energies of creation. This only makes him stronger, and he seems to have planned this. Nekron resurrects Batman as one of his most powerful agents, who then kills and revives Animal Man, Donna Troy, Green Arrow, Ice, Kid Flash, Superboy, Superman and Wonder Woman as Black Lanterns. These are all people who have come back from the dead at some point in their lives, and he claims they only escaped because he let them... to further his own goals. He plans to use his army to uncover a dark secret of the Guardians... and then return the universe to a state of quiet order.[15]

Nekron's goal is revealed to wanting to find and destroy the embodiment of life itself: the white Entity. He kills one of the Guardians and uses their blood to draw the Entity out of hiding, then attempts to kill it and with it, which will in turn kill all of life in the universe. Sinestro bonds with the Entity and attempts to battle Nekron.[16] Despite Sinestro destroying his physical form, another Black Lantern simply picks up his weapon, becoming Nekron's new physical form. Nekron then manages to take the Entity out of Sinestro. Hal Jordan bonds with the Entity and uses its power to restore the living heroes transformed into Black Lanterns to their normal selves. Hal uses the Entity to transform the heroes into White Lanterns, together they defeat Nekron by resurrecting Black Hand thus destroying Nekron's link to the living plane. The Entity resurrects the Anti-Monitor which destroys the Black Lantern Battery. With his link to the earthly plane severed Nekron's body is destroyed, ending the Blackest Night.[17]

Powers and Abilities

Powers

Unique Physiology: Nekron is a the personification of the absence of life and existence or the void before anything was. This gives him tremendous power as he is able to draw strength from the infinite abyss of darkness that predates existence along with the energy released at the time of death by beings he or his Black Lanterns kills. He is so powerful he can withstand an attack from the Anti-Monitor while sending him back to the anti-matter universe.

Immortality: Since he is not alive in the sense that we understand it, Nekron is technically incapable of being killed. As such, defeating him is extremely difficult; if defeated he will simply return to the Land of the Unliving.

Necromancy:Nekron's position as the Lord of the Unliving gave him a great number of powers that related to death itself.

Dark Lightning: He has the ability to fire bolts of a force called dark lightning from his hands, powerful enough to hurt and even kill the Guardians of the Universe. Despite being immensely powerful, it is not unstoppable. Wonder Woman was able to block it with her bracelets, although the force still threw her across the room.

Necrotic Empowerment: Nekron gains physical strength from the deaths he causes.

Reanimation: As the Lord of the Unliving, Nekron can reanimate corpses into fully functioning zombies working entirely under his control, and retaining semblance of their past personality.

Fatal Touch: The sustained touch of Nekron's hand can chill any mortal being to death, through supernatural means.

Reality Manipulation

Weaknesses

Dependency: For all his power, Nekron holds one great weakness: he cannot exist in this universe. In order to properly interact with the living, Nekron requires a link between between New Earth and the Land of the Unliving, such as a tear in space-time, or a mortal link such as Black Hand.

Paraphernalia

Equipment

Black Lantern Central Power Battery (Formerly)

Notes

Although this character was originally introduced during DC's Earth-One era of publication, their existence following the events of the 1985–86 limited series Crisis on Infinite Earths remains intact. However, some elements of the character's Pre-Crisis history may have been altered or removed for Post-Crisis New Earth continuity, and should be considered apocryphal.

There is an unrelated monster named Nekron who fought the original Justice League of America.[18]

Trivia

It has been confirmed in official sources that his name is pronounced NEHK-Ron.[19]

35 Appearances of Nekron (New Earth)

25 Images featuring Nekron (New Earth)

4 Quotations by or about Nekron (New Earth)

Character Gallery: Nekron (New Earth)

Footnotes

↑ 1.01.1 Captain Atom (Volume 2) #42

↑ Tales of the Green Lantern Corps #2

↑ Tales of the Green Lantern Corps #3

↑ Captain Atom (Volume 2) #43

↑ Fate #12

↑ Fate #13

↑ Green Lantern Annual (Volume 3) #7

↑ The Power Company: Witchfire #1

↑ Green Lantern (Volume 4) #25

↑ Green Lantern (Volume 4) #42

↑ Green Lantern (Volume 4) #44

↑ Green Lantern (Volume 4) #43

↑ Blackest Night #1

↑ Blackest Night #4

↑ Blackest Night #5

↑ Blackest Night #7

↑ Blackest Night #8

↑ Justice League of America #128-129

↑ Who's Who: The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe #16

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horrendous-saints · 5 years ago

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Fractured Souls || Chapter 1

A First Meeting and a Funeral

“Life had broken her; just as it had broken him. But when they got together, their pieces became whole. And they continued on their journey, together, mended as one.”-Unknown

The gentle pitter-patter of bare footsteps coupled with heavy rain gently hitting the windows are the only sounds that can be heard throughout the dark hallway. Night had slowly begun to creep in, the sky grey not just from the rain but from the sun admitting an early, yet temporary, defeat. And yet one of the current occupants of the small establishment continued on, his brown eyes scanning the hallway until they landed on a grey door, devoid of any markings.

Must mean any naive passerby is free to roam, right?

At least that's how the young man justifies his decision to approach and slowly open the door. His head pokes in, messy brown hair slightly obstructing his view but not enough that he can't make out a bed containing a small figure. They weren't moving but given the only scent he can make out is that of sterility he assumes they're still alive.

The gentle rise and fall of their chest he can make out as he draws closer confirms. Slowly the person's head turns to face him and the young male finds him instantly enraptured by her gaze. Blue hues protest against the complete darkness of the room, holding his brown orbs captive and leaving him breathless.

"Something I can help you with?" Her response is surprising enough, not a hint of fear for him despite the fact he's trespassing. He stutters, rendered speechless for a few beats. Slowly the young female sits up, blanket slipping down to reveal a hospital gown, a similar one to what he's wearing. Black hair cascades her pale face, spilling over her shoulder as she sits completely upright.

"Uh...I suppose…" He answers, attempting to blink away his astonishment. The young female looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "I'm actually looking for...a way to kill myself." He admits after a moment when he's met with silence he is immediately rethinking his decision.

After yet another silent beat, her laughter can be heard which only leaves him all the more confused. "I'm sorry…" She speaks through her laughter.

"I just...I'm here because I tried the same thing. There's nothing in here that would get either of us our desired result." With an exasperated sigh, she continues. "That's exactly how he wants it."

"He? You mean-"

"The oh-so-good doctor himself." The title is spoken with venom, as if she's disgusted at the mere mention. "Let's just say he's used to dealing with these kinds of things. It comes with the territory."

"That would explain some of the more shady patients he has." Dazai had already begun to suspect that doctor Mori hadn't been as innocent as he made himself out to be. That coupled with how his clinic seemed to blend in with the nearby surroundings, as if he didn't want it to be seen by others.

"So, who are you?" He finally asks after another stretch of silence between them.

"A loaded question. I guess my real answer is nobody. Though you want a name of course. Rui, that's what you’re looking for." Such an answer is beyond his expectations. "And you? Who are you?" She asks.

"I guess I'm nobody too." He offers a delayed smile, which is mirrored in kind by his fellow patient. "Osamu Dazai." He finally introduces, extending a hand for her to shake.

"Nice to meet you." She states with a fleeting smile. "The feelings mutual." And he meant that, that much Rui could sense.

"So what led you to end up here?" His words are followed by the question that's been playing on his mind ever since she spoke.

"You're full of all kinds of interesting questions. I just...Couldn't find a reason to remain in this corroded world. To be fair, it was after a particular meeting that I went off the rails, but I've felt that way for a while now." Her response startles him to his core. Such reasoning is something he can resonate with.

"Besides, since I figured out what it was, I always remember feeling curious about death. Many live to find their purpose for being here but I can't find that urge within me. I've always been more interested in the picture as a whole, the full melody. What good is a symphony with no end?" Her continuation only leaves him more rattled. "I'd ask if that sounded crazy but considering you and I are in the same boat, that'd be a senseless question."

Before Dazai can offer a proper response, the door slowly opens, the doctor himself peeking his head in.

"My, my. What do we have here?" The young male patient watches as any flicker of life in those mesmerizing azure orbs is smothered.

"Doctor Mori…I was-" Dazai attempts to defend his trespassing only to be silenced with a gentle wave of his hand and a seemingly cheerful smile.

"Not to worry. I'm glad I found you in here, you and I are going on a trip." The Doctor states excitedly. Dazai's gaze moves from Mori to his fellow patient who has now occupied herself with staring out the window. "Come along now. I promise you're done with treatment for today."

While his words were reassuring in a way, Dazai can't help but wonder what he'd want now of all times. And still, the young man goes with the doctor without another word but not without a second glance to the Rui who remains sat so still and silent.

When the door to the girl's room is closed and the two males begin walking back down the darkened hallway, Dazai finally has the nerve to speak up again.

"So uh...where are we going?"

"To usurp an empire." For the smallest of moments, a terrifying smirk takes over the Doctor's features. It happens so quickly that the normal eye may never catch it. Dazai does but speaks nothing of it. The next moment he's laughing it off.

"We're going to help someone, or rather a few people." He adds, earning no response from Dazai.

"But first, we have to get you changed. You have to dress the part." And just like that, the personality of a cheerful doctor returned. Within the hour Doctor Mori had Dazai dressed and ready for the night's activities and the two were seated in the doctor's car.

"So...Who is-"

"That girl?" The Doctor cuts in, shooting a quick smirk in Dazai's direction.

"I take it you two had a chance to speak?" The youth nods, confirming Mori's suspicions. "And judging from that look on your face when we left her room, I take it you two talked about your shared experiences?"

"Yeah. She has...a unique outlook." One that resonated with him far more than he could ever expect.

"Perhaps you're two kindred souls." Mori jokes though another idea comes to mind. "Though, I suppose, you two will be seeing more of each other." He adds after a brief moment.

"And what makes you say that?"

"Well, you're going to be working with us." That answer is the end of their conversation, the two continue on their way.

It isn't long before they drive up to a lavish, gated mansion. As the car makes its way to the black metal gates, the letter A residing at the top of the gates, and splitting as the doors move inward. Armed guards move aside from the middle and nod to Mori, signalling for him to enter. A few minutes later they're parked within the large garage.

Carefully the two crept into Akamatsu Manor. Upon reaching the door they're met with armed guards just as they are when they were permitted to enter. Considering the trust the ill boss has in the good doctor, no guard bats an eye as he and his intern enter the premises and make their way up to the old man's bedroom.

"How are you feeling today, boss?"

"Doctor...tell the board this is an order. Kill all enemy organizations. Military police, anyone else who opposes the Port Mafia, by sundown."

"That would be most unwise." The doctor fruitlessly tries to persuade him otherwise.

"I don't care how many of our own need to die. Just kill them. Just kill them all, kill them, kill them…" Come the old man's raspy words.

Dazai remains silent throughout the whole ordeal, even as the old man gives orders and mentions allowing his own men to die. The lifeless gaze he's become so accustomed to arises as the doctor that was treating him just hours prior ran his scalpel across the old man's throat. Blood gushed out, painting the walls and sheets a deep crimson.

"The boss has succumbed to illness." Mori speaks to the young male, void of all emotion all while watching the blood seep out. "He left behind a will, entrusting me with his position." Slowly he turns to eye Dazai, blood staining his face.

"You're the witness to that fact. Understood?"

That night Dazai bared witness not only to the end of an era for the Port Mafia but the new reign of terror forcefully ushering it's way in.

The next morning, Dazai had been brought back to his hospital room within Doctor Mori's clinic. His curiosity had been far more overwhelming than the previous night. Especially now knowing there's another patient attempting to die just as he is.

Just as he did that night, he made his way to the eerily quiet room. This time he knocks, not wanting to cross any boundaries. When he hears a quiet and muffled permittance to enter he does so. Just as he did the night before, he peeks his head into the room to see the same girl from last night seated. It's as if she remained frozen in time, a somber monument within this sterile room.

"Uh, hi...I'm that guy, from last night." He speaks up.

"You can come in." She repeated softly, eyes still glued to the outside world that teases her. When he approaches her bedside, he realizes he doesn't have to do all the talking despite her state.

"You know...it's funny. I tried to die and my grandfather died instead." She's offered nothing but silence. What Dazai expects to turn into a tearful conversation on her end instead possesses a different form entirely.

"So ironic...Such is life, I suppose."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't do that. Your condolences do nothing to bring him back and quite frankly it was an inevitability everyone waited for. If not by illness then an enemy organization finally putting an end to his rule." Her words stop him, not only because of her interjection but because of what she said itself. And yet, he cannot ask her what he wishes to know as that would implicate both him and Mori.

"When's the funeral?" He opts for that question instead. This prompts her to finally look at him. Within a few seconds, she notes what he's wearing. Her eyebrow arches upward, the suit and familiar jacket striking her as odd.

"So you're one of them now." It isn't a question though it could be taken as one. Dazai swallows whatever words he wishes to speak and instead nods. Judging by her tone and expression, his new predicament isn't ideal.

"Not exactly. Or rather, not officially. I don't work for Mori. I guess I'm more...of an intern of sorts." That's one way to put it. In actuality, he's an accomplice to murder but of course, he can't divulge such information. "A business partner of sorts."

"Right…" Rui responds in disbelief. "So why did you come back?" And just like that, her voice returns to that hollow state. He knows better than to continue trying to make excuses for his new change in status.

"I…" He didn't have an exact reason for this visit, Dazai simply felt the urge to speak with her again. "I was just wondering if perhaps you knew when Doctor Mori would release you."

"Why? Plan on taking me out on a date?" Her words make his eyes go wide, in turn earning a loud laugh. "That look on your face is priceless." Her laughter begins to die down quickly, much to Dazai's relief.

"To answer your questions, I should be released tomorrow. The funeral for Grandfather dearest will be held the day after that. Will you be attending?" He notes that now it's her asking the loaded question but they're riskier. The odds of the deceased being the man he witnessed Mori murder just the night before are high. After all, the man trusted Mori and now this girl seemed to know him more than just some random doctor treating her.

Given the amount of money Mr.Akamatsu had, Dazai knew he could've easily gotten the girl into a private hospital. They chose this clinic to treat her for a reason. Dazai can't truly recall a time where he felt guilty for anything and he didn't do anything last night to breed such emotion but would he still be able to keep the act that he knows nothing about what Mori really did? And considering he's the supposed witness to Mr.Akamatsu leaving his mantle to Mori, Dazai would more than likely have to talk about it. Mori would likely say a few words on behalf of the deceased and himself.

"Yes." He'd be in attendance whether he wanted to or not. Perhaps he could disclose beforehand. Before he can make any move to do so, the door opens again. In steps a man with short black hair and a matching pair of blue eyes to the girl sat in the room.

"Furitsu…" Rui's tone is much lighter, life returning to her gaze. Dazai watches as the young man, seemingly around his age, steps in and approaches Rui's bed without a hint of hesitancy. He envelops the young girl in his embrace, still having yet to really acknowledge Dazai who is left standing there.

"Are you alright...with the news, I mean." Furitsu asks, clearly trying to avoid the obvious: is she alright after attempting to kill herself.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I just...is mom going to be there?" Rui's joy at seeing her brother has succumbed to concern.

"I don't know. No one really does." There's another question hanging in the air but before she can think to ask, Rui turns her attention back to Dazai.

"Sorry. This is my brother, Furitsu." Rui says to Dazai before turning her attention to her brother. "Furitsu this is Dazai." Now that the two are introduced, the black-haired male sends a smile to the bandaged one.

"Nice to meet you." He extends a hand, quickly receiving a bandaged one to shake. "Same to you. My condolences." Dazai's payment of respect is brushed off by the elder sibling.

"Not to worry. The old man was bound to kick the bucket soon enough." How easy the two siblings took the news is surprising to Dazai but given what he already knows about Rui, he can see they share more than just looks.

"Ru, do you need anything?" Furitsu asks after returning his attention back to her.

"To get the fuck out of here."

"Can't do that." Her brother responds without missing a beat.

"Well, in that case, I'm fine just having you and Dazai here." Those words made the bandaged boy's ears perk up.

"Is that so?" Furitsu turns to eye him. "I guess you've made quite an impression on my sister." He offers Dazai a kind smile, something he isn't quite used to receiving.

"The feeling is mutual." It's Osamu's turn to smile, a feat given to Rui. Furitsu can feel it in his gut, change is arriving.

Just as she said, Rui is released the next day. Dazai had hoped to be there but Mori kept him busy with what was to happen the next day. As he predicted, the Doctor and now new boss of the Port Mafia would say a few words on behalf of the deceased. It's this day that Dazai finally learns the name of the man he watched die right in front of him at the hands of his new caretaker: Noriyoshi Akamatsu.

The funeral begins without a hitch. As expected, the temple chosen to hold this event is surrounded by discreetly armed guards before anyone meant to be in attendance arrives. Dazai and Mori are among the first to arrive, with the Doctor ensuring everything is as it's supposed to be. The floral arrangement is sumptuous, comprised of beautiful white flowers; a stark contrast to his blood-soaked legacy. The portrait sat in the center of the flora is a respectful one. No smile in sight within the photo but it did give the illusion that he was just another normal wealthy businessman.

Soon enough the people began to flood in, with immediate family being first. Dazai sits beside Mori, watching the faces come in. Many just blend into the crowd but it's a certain noirette and her brother followed by two brunettes that catch his attention.

His eyes linger on Rui for a moment before noting the two women with her. One is younger, not much older than him or Rui but the woman behind her could easily be his mother. She had the same muted brown hair as the girl in front of her but her eyes, the same gold as the girl in front of her, showed annoyance.

For a moment the bandaged male ponders if that's her mother and sister but the look on the woman's face doesn't suggest a woman mourning her father. Then again, he hadn't the faintest idea what kind of relationship the former boss had with Rui's mother. Judging by the fact that Rui had to ask if her own mother would be in attendance though, it didn’t seem like a good relationship. No matter the case, Dazai can't help but bring himself to eye Rui again but this time a gaze is returned.

The two lock eyes as she and the other three head over towards where he and Mori sat. It's now that Dazai decides to sit, Rui taking a seat beside him and Furitsu sitting on her other side. The younger brunette sits next to Furitsu and her mother next to her. Lastly, it's Mori that takes up a seat next to the older brunette and thus the first row in the temple is filled.

"Why do we have to be here, mother?" The younger brunette asks in quiet exasperation. The girl's words visibly irk Rui who sits forward enough to shoot a glare over to her before turning her gaze to Furitsu.

"Ritsu, tell your sister that unless she wants to pick her teeth up off the floor that she should keep her mouth shut." Such a threat is not only loud enough for the other girl to hear but something that stuns Dazai.

"Now, now Rui." Mori speaks up before the girl's mother can do so. That only earns another harsh glare now aimed at the doctor. Furitsu sends a pleading glance to his sister who seems to remain silent for his sake. Not long after this, the ceremony begins. Rather than a Buddhist Priest chanting a Sutra, Mori is instead called up to speak. Dazai assumes this must mean Mr. Akamatsu hadn't been religious, not surprising given his line of work.

"I'd just like to speak on behalf of a man we all knew. Mr.Noriyoshi Akamatsu. As many of you know he was my Father-In-Law, so he was a part of my family just as he is family to my children, Furitsu and Rui." His words leave Dazai practically gasping. His eyes go wide for a moment before returning to their usual state. He can make out Rui tensing up beside him but he says nothing. They haven't known each other for too long, so it's not much of a surprise that she chose not to disclose such information to him.

"His death marks a great loss not only to the city of Yokohama but to the Port Mafia. I don't believe that I'll ever be able to be half the man he was but we will carry his memory with us." Such words are double-edged swords. Those that were fond of the former boss could be placated by them but there were those that knew his tyranny and bloody reign would forever haunt the minds of the city's normal inhabitants. With that Mori says his thanks to those that listened and sits back down.

Dazai is left reeling from all this information. He's unsure what to make of any of it or how those seated so close to him are related. At the very least he knows the young brunette is Furitsu's sister but the older one is more than likely not Rui's mother. She wouldn't have made such a gruesome threat in front of her, not with how she looked back at the clinic when she and Furitsu discussed her attendance at the funeral. This begs the question: where is she?

It's not long before Rui is standing and excusing herself. She steps into the temple's garden, in dire need of an escape from the suffocating environment that lies within the temple walls. The area isn't guarded as heavily but she knows, considering it's the Port Mafia hosting this funeral, that they had an entire perimeter around the temple. For a few moments, Rui steadies herself, gaze focused on the well-groomed greenery that surrounds her, the fish idly swimming in the small man-made pond, wind chimes and cicadas soothing her.

For a few moments all those thoughts that have been screeching...become dull noise. This would be a temporary calm sensation, but she'd take what she could get at this point.

"What a shitty speech." Dazai's voice makes her tense up for a moment before quickly turning to eye him. While his presence was unexpected, it doesn't suppress the wave of uneasy tranquility that's washed over her.

"He stressed a little too much on himself rather than saying anything significant about Mr.Akamatsu." He continues, earning a confused look from Rui. She silently asked two questions. "Eh, I figured someone had to say it." And there lied an answer to the first.

"Rui, there's something I need to tell you." This time he steps close to her in order to answer the second question: what are you doing out here?

"Go on." Rui instructs, a curt nod following her words.

"Mori killed Akamatsu." Dazai's voice remains unwavering, utterly serious.

"I know." Rui responds, barely missing a beat. This surprises Dazai but he remains silent.

"My grandfather plunged this city into utter chaos, bringing it near the brink of destruction. My father…" She speaks the word as if it pains her to do so. "Always had his sights set on overthrowing him. It's one of the reasons why he married my mother in the first place. If I'm being honest, I'm glad that he's dead, I simply hate the fact that Mori is the new boss." All this information solidifies Dazai's opinion that she's unlike anyone he's met before.

"I appreciate your honesty." A soft smile tugged at her lips, Dazai mirroring such an expression for a moment.

They remain there, happily trapped in each other's gazes.

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holocronarchive · 6 years ago

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He is a wound in the Force, more presence than flesh; and in his wake, life dies...sacrificing itself to his--hunger”

-Visas Maar

You may seek canon but sadly in this post it only contains contents of Legends, maybe one day confirmed canon but until then you must pull out the grains of truth that all legends contain.

around 4000 years before the battle of Yavin, there was a man who would become Darth Nihilus. This man has little origin known to the galaxy. but what we do know is this

Created when Malachor V was torn apart, Nihlius is intended to be interpreted as an Other Half of a certain exile. One who took a more self destructive path rather than denying the Force during the battle that ended the Mandalorian Wars.

Name coming from the word Nihilist- meaning one who believes in denial of all real existence and of the possibility of an objective basis for truth. This Dark Lord was once a human male, who reigned as a Dark Lord of the Sith during the Era of Strife that followed the Jedi Civil War. It’s believed and whispered that before becoming the Sith Lord we know him as now, he lost everything during the Galactic Republic’s War against the Mandalorian Neo Crusaders. During this war he survived the activation of the Mass Shadow Generator- a weapon of mass destruction super weapon that rendered Malachor V to be the inhospitable husk of it’s former self.

Experiencing the shadow that obliterated almost everything on and around the planet made Nihilus crave Force energy. The affliction painfully ravaged his body while rendering him a wound in the Force. (literally a wound, in the KOTOR 2 game it’s even mentioned how there is nothing physically there...just a void behind the mask and cloaked in robes dark as space itself)

A Dark Lord of the Sith, a Darth Traya, found him and offered to teach him how to feed his endless hunger. He not only accepted her offer but became one of the three who would form the Sith Triumvirate. Dubbed as The Lord of Hunger.

Over time, and along side Traya’s other apprentice Darth Sion, the two grew in power and eventually overpowered their Master. Sion defeated Traya, while Nihlius sapped her energy. The two Sith then combined power to sever her connection to the Force, sending her into Exile. Nihilus’ affliction developed to the point where the Dark Lord was forced to call upon the dark side of the Force to encase his spirit within his mask and armor to stay alive. Sion and he then began a Jedi purge, causing the virtual extinction of the Jedi Order. Nihilus was responsible for the devastation of the planet Katarr in 3952 BBY, killing and absorbing the Force energy of the Jedi at the Conclave on Katarr along with every other living thing on the world save one Miraluka woman named Visas Marr. Marr was collected from the surface and Nihilus began to train her as his Shadow Hand.

"The less said of that one, the better—even a stray thought may draw him." ―Kreia —

"There is no strength in the hunger he possesses… and the will behind his power is a primal thing. And it devours him as he devours others—his mere presence kills all around him, slowly, feeding him. He is already dead, it is simply a question of how many he kills before he falls." ―Kreia —

After a year under his service, Nihlius sent Marr off to strike out and kill a woman Jedi, an Exile. Meetra Surik. In an attempt to stop Surik from finding the new Jedi Masters who had survived the Purge that Nihilus and Sion brought upon the Galaxy. To Nihilus’ misfortune, Marr was defeated by Surik but instead of slain, the shadow hand joined the Jedi woman, and led her to the former’s previous Master in attempt to stop him. This would occur over the skies of Telos when drawn out of hiding, Nilhius couldn’t wait to feed, and was trapped by Republic and Mandalorian fleets. Distracted by those two fleets Nihilus was then confronted by Surik, Marr and Mandalore the Preserver on his flag ship- The Ravager.

Darth Nihilus was a man who always craved greater power. However, unlike most Sith Lords, he cared very little for the Sith as an organization. Nihilus saw death as the sole purpose of life, and power as the means to achieve it. He was cautious, as his actions during the campaign against the Jedi showed, and was known as an aggressive, dominant figure who would not abide a threat to his power.

As said above, Nihilus was once a Human male with black hair coiled finely into strips that he tied together behind his head. After he indulged his hunger for the dark side he lost his corporeal form, preserving his existence only by having his spirit linger within his mask and armor. The Dark Lord fully embraced his condition, as the mysterious and monstrous facets of it instilled in people who met him a deep-rooted fear upon which he could prey. Ceasing to feel fear and other emotions, he became an entity of pure intent. Nonetheless, Nihilus was still Human enough to have some feelings, as his bond with Marr persisted until their confrontation on the Ravager. She was his only apprentice, and her betrayal was met with much anger.

"When the armor was transported to Korriban for burial, his spirit traveled with it, and the connection to Korriban's dark side nexus allowed the spirit of Nihilus to maintain contact with the physical world." ―The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

As there is only legends material and very little at that, Darth Nihilus is one shrouded in more mystery than fact, literally as well as metaphorically. Claimed by many as one of the most power of the Sith because of his massive hunger, but also argued to be posisbly one of the weakest for the same reason. Nihilus will hopefully one day be brought back into canon, but until then we have these legends from the Obsidian game KOTOR 2 and other mentions in the Expanded Universe to go off

thanks @imthemotherfuckingmailman for the request to cover this Dark Lord KOTOR and KOTOR2 are two of my favorite parts of the Expanded Universe, more of that era could be explored in the future as it’s one of my favorites and would love to dive more into it

~ The Holocron Archivist

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Catalogue essay for Predictable Contact EVERYTHING IS THE SAME AS EVERYTHING ELSE, NOTHING CAME FIRST Daniel Jewesbury

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An enthusiastic former art teacher of mine, in the era before Google, believed that the battle was named after the colour; that it had taken place in the middle ages; and that the nomenclature derived from the soldiers’ blood, which had flowed so freely on the field of combat that it stained the very soil. Preparation of fuchsine was shown to cause bladder cancer amongst chemical workers. Magenta is not a colour on the visible spectrum. The purplish colour that it produces results from dilution of the chemical in water. Magenta’s complementary colour is green. In their solid state, magenta crystals are green. There is no beginning and no end. The world I can see represented – large crowds are standing at airports in the USA – is a mediated dramatisation of itself, exceeding its own reality many times over in its consumption and reproduction. I am caught inside it, contemplating objects and refracting them through ideas. Daniel Jewesbury is an artist and writer. From 2017 he will be Senior Lecturer in Fine Art at the Valand Academy of the University of Gothenburg, Sweden.

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