The Eternal Emperor

A.N: I just know some are going take that title seriously like the rest so far, but no. When i wrote it i was thinking that lelouch was the only one who has a walking-talking sapce horror god/encyclopedia with him while the others are just going with the flow and looking confused as fuck with any question answered.

Towering monoliths rose from the ground, and a strange sense of calm yet ominous power pervaded the atmosphere. 

"This doesn't look like any system I've ever seen," Ahsoka said, her voice tinged with awe. 

Obi-Wan nodded, staring out the viewport. "We're not in any system. We're... somewhere else."

Anakin's brow furrowed. "Somewhere... outside of time, maybe? This planet feels alive. Strong with the Force." 

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed as he felt it too. "We need to find out what's going on here. Let's land." 

The shuttle descended, setting down on a vast plain between jagged cliffs. The trio disembarked cautiously, stepping into the surreal, dreamlike environment. The air felt thick with energy, vibrating with the Force in a way they had never felt before. It was as if the planet itself was the embodiment of the Force—its very essence woven into the atmosphere. 

Anakin squinted into the strange twilight that bathed Mortis, the light bending unnaturally across the horizon. He could sense her before he saw her—a calm, yet overwhelming presence. A woman, radiant and ethereal, approached them with grace. Her pale skin seemed to glow with an inner light, and her eyes were soft, but filled with purpose. She stopped just a few paces in front of them, her gaze fixed solely on him. 

"Are you the one?" she asked, her voice soft yet carrying an unmistakable weight. 

Anakin blinked, caught off guard by the question. His hand rested on his lightsaber out of instinct, though he didn't feel threatened. Her presence was... calming, almost soothing, in contrast to the raw, untamed energy he had felt earlier. Still, the vagueness of her words made him uneasy. 

"The one what?" Anakin asked, his brow furrowing. The simplicity of the question hung in the air, but the answer felt distant, as though it was just beyond his reach. 

The woman—who he realized must be the Daughter the Father had spoken of—said nothing in return, her eyes studying him carefully. Then, without a word, she turned her back to them, her flowing robes trailing in the air like ripples on water. "Follow me," she instructed gently. "I will take you to him." 

Obi-Wan stepped forward, casting a quick glance at Anakin. "Who is 'him'?" he asked, his voice steady, but filled with the questions they all had. 

The Daughter didn't respond. She continued walking with an unhurried, almost otherworldly pace, her feet barely touching the ground as if the Force itself carried her. 

Ahsoka exchanged a look with her master, a silent question in her eyes. Anakin gave her a small nod, and the trio began to follow the enigmatic woman into the unknown. 

After only a few minutes, Anakin's impatience got the better of him once again. 

"Where are you taking us? And who exactly are we going to meet?" He asked his patience thinning. 

"The Father, of course." The Daughter Replied. 

Ahsoka rolled her eyes from behind. "Of course." 

"And what exactly are you?" Kenobi asked from the back. 

"We are the ones who guard the power. We are the middle, the beginning and the end." 

"Glad she cleared that up for us" Anakin whispered to his companions in a half smirk. 

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Unknown to them, not far away, Lelouch was keeping a track of their location as switched his location at will, the change in scenery being quite entertaining to watch, as he manipulated the laws as he felt like at the moment. 

He would be lying if he said that it wasn't quite the power trip, being able to manipulate... well.. everything he could think of, really. 

'It is isn't it. To be able to hold reality in your hands, to realize just how feeble it is, how easily you can twist it. The Force, like the Immaterium, molds the course of the material world, twisting it to follow its purpose. It is as alive as it is dead, like a machine, it only follows its purpose, and cares for nothing else, because it cannot comprehend anything else.' 

"But they are both born of the material world." Lelouch inquired as he meditated. 

'Yes... the creation that surpassed its creator, born out of imagination, curiosity, desire, quite literally, things that are not there, it is the culmination of the wish for at the very least the yet unattainable to the impossible, and therefore it can achieve anything.' A hand clasped his shoulder as he saw visions he shouldn't have been able to, visions not of his current world. 

'And this one is young, The Force has mere cycles under it, but it has one massive advantage, its empty, mere fragments exist in it, the so-called Jedi and Sith, and some fledgling entities... deeply connected with the Force... but fledglings nonetheless. Even mortal as you are now, even without my help, you could bend and break them... if only in mind. But that would be a waste, using their connection to reinforce yours would be much more productive.' 

"And with that power we can stomp any attempt for further entities to... arise or be born?" 

'Indeed. It will be the first major step for us in establishing our foothold.' 

"I thought me becoming emperor would cover that?" Lelouch said with an eyebrow raised. 

'How many emperors do you think there have been before you? Do not limit your focus. The material realm is important, but the force is just as much so.' 

He allowed a small smile to show on his face. "I thought you would say that it is more." 

'I prefer it, that much is true... but I have my eyes open to the truth. The material realm feeds the Immaterium. It is because the Immaterium allows for the impossible that it cannot exist without the material realm to fuel it. Meanwhile, the material realm can continue existing without the Immaterial, but it is shackled by its laws, never being able to break through them. It is a delicate balance that I have yet to see be maintained.' 

There was something different there. Lelouch could swear he could feel anticipation and euphoria from the being beside him, even if such hopeful feelings didn't fit the image of an all-knowing space horror god. 

As if peeking into his own mind, the god turned to him, Lelouch not even noticing the exact moment the towering monstrosity changed its form. 

From a monstrosity with multiple wings, to a futuristic looking soldier much taller than him, bending down as it looked at him in the eye. 

'Do you perhaps prefer me in this form?' Tzeentch asked as "she" enunciated her new form. 

Albeit, Lelouch had long since overcome his embarrassment. He could attribute it to all the moments in his previous lives... but it would be better explained that for a being of such horrific proportions, stuck in his head, during his teenage years (10 years ago), it truly had nothing better to do than tease him days and nights with countless images in his head. "I died young, and I'm stuck with you in this life. Sue me." 

A sultry laugh was all he heard as the figure was gone from his sight. 

It took a few moments as prepared to sink into meditation again before 

'I look forward to what we can achieve... because I truly do not know what the limits are...' 

He would be lying if this didn't stroke his ambition, how far could he go, how high could he climb, now that he knew that this universe... this galaxy that wasn't even in his hands, was merely a starting point. 

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Obi-Wan Kenobi stood in the eerie silence of Mortis, his form unmoving in mediation. Suddenly, a voice, familiar and calming, echoed through the fog. 

"Obi-Wan…" 

Kenobi turned sharply, his heart skipping a beat. Before him stood Qui-Gon Jinn, his former master, though faint, like an apparition, his presence rippling through the Force. 

"Master?" Obi-Wan's voice trembled in disbelief. "Is it truly you?" 

Qui-Gon smiled, his expression soft yet filled with sorrow. "Yes, Obi-Wan. But I don't have much time." 

Kenobi took a step forward, still unsure. "How is this possible? You… you're gone." 

"I am one with the Force," Qui-Gon answered gently, "but I cannot linger long in this form. There is much you do not yet understand." 

Obi-Wan swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Anakin... Is he truly the Chosen One?" 

"Anakin is meant to bring balance, but..." Qui-Gon hesitated, a flicker of concern passing over his features. "There is something powerful nearby, something dark, Obi-Wan. You must be cautious—" 

Suddenly, Qui-Gon's form flickered violently, as if being torn apart by an unseen force. His warning was cut short, his final words ripped from the air as his presence dissolved. 

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Far off, hidden deep in the shadows, Lelouch sat in quiet meditation. His eyes closed, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he whispered, his voice laced with cold amusement, "The dead should stay dead." 

A.N: Man... job kicking my ass, didn't help that i was stuck on this for a while, deciding how I wanted it to go. Hope you all enjoy it 😊 

P.S: I enjoy writing Tzeentch, maybe cause it's like writing someone who doesn't need to arrive at epiphanies, it just knows shit.