Ascension of the Devouring Flame I'm the son of Ego and Abeloth

Kael stood at the edge of his newly claimed domain, looking out over the darkened horizon. The sky stretched out in all directions, swirling with the remnants of chaos he had wrought. He had conquered worlds, crushed countless beings beneath his heel, but there was no satisfaction. The taste of victory was fleeting—an echo of his true hunger.

His father's essence flowed through him, a divine fire that burned at the very core of his being. Ego, the Living Planet, a being who could create and destroy entire galaxies, had passed on his bloodline, but that power was not enough for Kael. His mother's gift, the chaos and madness of Abeloth, filled him with an insatiable need for destruction. A hunger that could not be sated by mere mortal conquest. No, he craved something far greater. He wanted to reshape the very fabric of reality itself.

Kael's eyes burned with a golden light, his vision piercing the veil between worlds. His body hummed with untapped power, his mind crackling with the promise of more. He was destined for greatness—he could feel it, deep within his bones. But greatness wasn't enough. He would forge his path to ultimate power, crushing anything and everything that dared stand in his way.

He turned away from the window, the sprawling halls of the palace behind him cold and silent. His thoughts drifted back to the moments after his birth, when he was thrust into the hands of Sith warriors and Mandalorians, raised as their weapon. His early life was a blur of bloodshed and brutality, each lesson carved into him like the finest blade.

Kael had no memories of his true parents, Ego and Abeloth. They were gods, distant and untouchable, but their essence burned through his veins like fire. The Sith, ever so opportunistic, had sensed that power within him. They raised him as their own, shaping him into the perfect weapon, one who could rival even the greatest of their order.

And now, as Kael stood at the pinnacle of his power, that same fire inside him demanded more. The whispers of a long-forgotten power called to him. Not just the power of the Sith, but something far older, more primal. The energy of the Dark Side had already seeped deep into his soul, but he needed more. He needed the kind of power that would make the gods themselves tremble.

His thoughts were interrupted by a presence, one that stood at the far end of the room. Kael turned to find a hooded figure emerging from the shadows, its form cloaked in darkness. The figure's steps were deliberate, every movement exuding an air of unspoken power.

The being stopped a few paces in front of him, and for a long moment, neither spoke. The figure simply studied Kael, its gaze penetrating, as though weighing the very depths of his soul.

"You are not yet the force you were meant to be," the figure finally spoke, its voice deep and filled with an ancient authority.

Kael's golden eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his blade. He could feel the power emanating from the figure, but he felt no fear. Instead, a strange sense of curiosity stirred within him. Who was this being? What did it want?

"Who are you?" Kael asked, his voice low, commanding. "And why do you stand before me?"

The figure stepped forward, the shadows parting as if responding to its will. "I am a force older than the Sith, older than the Jedi. I am beyond the confines of your understanding, child of Ego and Abeloth. I have watched you from the moment you took your first breath, and I have seen the potential within you."

Kael clenched his fists, his mind racing. A being older than the Sith? His heritage was already steeped in the ancient arts, but this was something different. Something that resonated deep within him.

The figure continued, unfazed by Kael's rising tension. "You were raised by those who sought to mold you into a weapon. But you are more than that. You are the product of two beings whose power transcends even the very fabric of existence. You are the fusion of creation and chaos, a being capable of reshaping reality itself."

Kael's eyes flickered with recognition. He had always known there was more to his power than simply the destruction he had caused. His bloodline—the essence of two primordial entities—coursed through him, binding him to forces beyond comprehension.

The figure stepped closer, its presence now commanding Kael's full attention. "But power alone is not enough. You must learn to wield it properly. You must learn to channel the essence of both your parents, to unite the forces of creation and destruction within you. Only then will you achieve true mastery over the cosmos."

Kael's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse quickening with anticipation. The promise of greater power, of something beyond even his wildest dreams, was within reach. But there was one thing that he had to know, something that gnawed at the back of his mind.

"And how do I do that?" Kael demanded, his voice sharp with urgency. "I have already conquered, destroyed, and consumed. But it's not enough. I need more. I crave battle, power, and domination. How do I become the true conqueror of all things?"

The figure's eyes glinted with an eerie calm. "You will learn, Kael. Through combat, through pain, through sacrifice. Only by embracing both the light of creation and the abyss of chaos can you transcend the limits of mortality. You will shape the very laws of existence to your will. You will be a force of nature, a god among mortals."

Kael's lips curled into a savage grin. "Then show me. Teach me how to become what I was always meant to be."

The figure inclined its head, a flicker of approval crossing its features. "Very well. The path to true power begins with the first step. You must understand that your hunger for battle, for conquest, is a part of who you are. But you must also learn to harness that hunger. Control it, guide it, and in doing so, you will become unstoppable."

Kael stood tall, his eyes burning with a new purpose. "I will crush everything in my path," he vowed, his voice reverberating with newfound conviction. "And when I do, I will shape this universe in my image."

The figure nodded once, before vanishing into the shadows from whence it came, leaving Kael alone with his thoughts. The air around him crackled with energy, the weight of his destiny heavy on his shoulders. The journey ahead would not be easy, but Kael was ready. He had tasted power, and now he craved more.

He was ready to ascend. Ready to crush anyone who dared challenge him.

And so, the true rise of the conqueror began.