The Rise of the New Sith Empire

Necriever stalked through the maze of streets in the dark of the night, sticking to the shadows in order not to be seen by the watchtowers that peered down on the silent city. A few minutes ago, he stepped through a portal that one of his guards created for him. It was time to get revenge for the painful years that the Griffin Emperor has caused him, and it was going to be loud and petrifying.

When a door opened in front of Necriever, he cloaked himself. Just in time, as he saw a Griffon Guard walk out with a Griffon female. One whispered something in the ear of the guard, and the guard chuckled, walking off with a goofy smile on his face.

Necriever took this chance and ran into the building, seeing as it was empty and dark. He then took a seat on the cushion on the opposite side of the room, uncloaking himself. As planned, the Griffon female walked in with a smirk on her beak, grabbing a lantern and lighting it with a match. She then sat on a cushion, humming to herself as Necriever watched, dumbfounded that she hasn't noticed him yet.

Then she froze, slowly turning her head to Necriever's position. The man in question smirked, making himself known as he shut the doors with the force. The Griffon was about to scream in fear, but Necriever jumped at her and covered her beak with his palm, glaring at her.

He raised his lightsaber close to one side of her head, "When I remove my hand from your beak, you won't speak unless spoken to. Otherwise," he held a button down on his lightsaber, turning it on. The female's eyes turned to pinpricks, staring at the lightsaber in awe and fear. "You'll forever be known as the Headless Griffon." She nodded, and Necriever cautiously removed his hand from her beak, waiting to see if she will scream.

She walked over to a rocking chair, sitting in it and covering her face with her claws. Necriever heard a sob or two come from her, but then she stopped, looking up at Necriever with fear in her eyes, "What are you?"

Necriever turned off his lightsaber, setting it on his belt, "I am a Human. My name is Necriever, and I am the Emperor of the Ostril Empire." He stated simply, before his eyes hardened, "Now, where is the palace of Emperor Razor Beak?"

The Griffon looked at him quizzically, "You seriously can't notice the largest, most noticeable building in the city?"

Necriever glared, "Thank you." He then walked behind her, putting his lightsaber against the back of the chair and turning it on. The Griffon female gasped, looking down at her chest where the red blade had pierced her heart. Necriever then turned it off, watching as the Griffon's body slumped down in the chair.

He left, looking for the tallest building in the city, eventually finding it when he climbed to the top of the nearest building. He chuckled when he saw the palace, reminding him of what his looked like; huge, scary, and powerful.

A few minutes later, he made it to the palace without a hitch, but then it dawned on him that the city was too quiet.

Necriever felt the hair on the back of his neck start to stand, but when he turned, there was nothing but buildings and darkness. He sighed, turning back around.

Once he reached the palace doors, he quickly killed the guards and walked in. They were no match for him. Next was finding the Emperor's Chambers, which he would need to interrogate someone for in order to get answers.

There just so happened to be a few patrols doing what they do best, so he killed most of a group, leaving a Griffon alive and scaring the info out of him. Once the Griffon spilled, Necriever sliced off the Griffon's head with no remorse, stalking towards the Emperor's Chambers. Necriever had to cut down a few more patrols before finally getting there; sneaking around in a bright red robe doesn't help you sneak around at all.

He sighed, leaning against the Emperor's Chamber door. This was the moment, the part where he would either capture the Emperor or kill him. He was probably going to do the latter, but you never know.

He silently twisted the knob and pushed the door open, sliding in as he did so. He then shut the door behind him cautiously, turning to the bed where he saw a lump in the covers. He slowly walked over to it and leaned down, slowly pulling the covers off, revealing the Emperor's sleepi- wait... it was actually just pillows!

Necriever heard a loud screech, turning around and seeing Razor Beak lunging at him with arms outstretched. Necriever did the first thing that came to mind in his situation; grabbed Razor Beak by the throat mid-lunge.

Razor Beak gagged, clutching Necriever's armored wrist. He tried to pry Necriever's hands off his throat, but to no avail, as it only seemed Necriever gripped tighter. "H-How are you... still... alive...?" Razor asked between gags.

Necriever's eyes hardened, "The want for revenge really makes something stronger, Razor Beak." He then threw Razor at a nearby wall, running up and using his forearm to press him against the wall. "Now you die, you worthless bastard."

Razor's eyes turned to pinpricks, and he quickly spoke up, "Wait! I know where your wife is! She's alive!" Necriever froze, the words repeating themselves in his head. His wife was alive?

Suddenly, Necriever's eyes glared right into Razor Beak's, "Where is she?"

Razor smirked, "If you don't kill me, I'll tell you."

Necriever continued to glare at Razor, waiting for him to lie. "Fine by me, but if you don't, your whole capital goes..." Necriever used his free hand to make an explosion impression. He then stopped pressing Razor on the wall, watching the Griffon slump to the ground and look back up at Necriever.

"She's in the bottom of the cavern near the town of Griffonstone. Go there, and search, she'll be most likely be there." Razor stated, watching as Necriever's glare softened.

"How can I trust you, Razor? You've betrayed me once, you could do it again." Necriever replied, folding his arms.

Razor sighed, "If we could go down there, we would've found her and executed her. But the winds there are very powerful, not even a dragon can escape."

Necriever leaned down to Razor's face, "Thank you." He then pulled out his lightsaber and cut off the Griffon's legs, earning an ear-piercing yell in pain. "That is just a taste of what I'll do to you if you're lying. And don't try to surround yourself with guards; I'll just slaughter them too." He then jumped through a nearby window, disappearing in the darkness of the night. It was time to find his wife. After all...

...family comes first.