star wars: I'm just a chill guy

For centuries, Kieran Skywalker reigned supreme, his power unmatched across the universe. The empire he had built in the Dark Dimensions was vast, stretching far beyond the reaches of the known galaxies. Every star, every planet, every being was under his iron grip. The Sith, now more powerful than ever, served as his loyal soldiers, their strength bolstered by Kieran's dark magic, the ancient teachings of the Sith Lords, and the energy of the Phoenix Force coursing through his veins. He had achieved the impossible—he was the Emperor of the Sith, a ruler above all else.

Under his reign, the universe had come to fear his name. The Jedi Order, the Avengers, the Justice League, and even the gods themselves had fallen before him. There was no hero, no champion, who could stand against him. Kieran had learned to wield every form of power—Sith alchemy, dark magic, the Force, and even the knowledge of the most ancient entities of the Dark Dimensions. His body, half Kryptonian, half Asgardian, and part human, was indestructible, an unyielding force of nature. He had become a god.

But even gods had enemies, and it was only a matter of time before those who had once held dominion over the heavens would challenge him.

It began with a tremor, a ripple in the fabric of the universe, a disturbance that Kieran could feel in the deepest recesses of his mind. The Dark Dimensions themselves seemed to tremble with the arrival of an ancient power. The Olympian gods, those ancient beings who ruled over the heavens and the earth, had become aware of Kieran's growing influence. For too long, they had allowed the mortal realms to play in their own affairs, but Kieran's reign had threatened to unravel the very fabric of reality they sought to protect.

It was not one god who would rise against Kieran, but an entire pantheon—Odin, Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Hades, and all the Olympians united under one cause. They would no longer stand idly by while a mortal, no matter how powerful, attempted to rule all creation.

The first sign of their coming was a storm, a cosmic storm unlike anything the universe had ever seen. The stars themselves seemed to flicker, the space between planets distorting as the Olympians prepared for war. Kieran, ever vigilant, watched the stars as they shifted, and a cruel smile spread across his face. He had faced many threats, but these were gods—beings whose power rivaled his own. Still, he had never feared anything or anyone. The storm would pass, as all storms did, and he would remain the victor.

But what Kieran did not anticipate was the strength of the bond between the gods, nor their unity in the face of such a great threat. Their alliance was forged in the ancient fires of their power, and with each passing moment, their strength only grew.

Odin, the All-Father, led the charge, wielding the power of the cosmos through his spear, Gungnir. Zeus, the king of the Olympian gods, summoned the full might of the thunderbolt, his energy crackling through the skies. The gods' combined might formed a devastating storm that could not be ignored, and as they approached Kieran's citadel in the Dark Dimensions, the very foundations of his empire began to shake.

Kieran stood before them, a figure of indomitable will, his lightsaber ignited in one hand, the Realtiy Stone in the other, glowing with dark power. "So, the gods come to challenge me," he said, his voice low, almost mocking. "I will show you what it means to face a true ruler."

The battle began with the force of a thousand storms. Lightning cracked across the skies, thunder shook the stars, and the very fabric of reality bent under the might of the gods. Kieran moved with the grace of a god himself, his lightsaber cutting through the air as he clashed with the power of the gods. Odin and Zeus attacked in unison, their strikes filled with the raw energy of the cosmos, but Kieran's mastery of magic and the dark arts allowed him to deflect their blows with ease.

For hours, the battle raged across the heavens. Planets trembled, stars exploded, and the very fabric of space seemed to twist and warp under the clash of their powers. Kieran summoned the power of the Dark Dimensions, calling forth energy that could destroy entire galaxies, but the gods countered with their divine might, their strength growing with every attack.

Yet, even as the gods pushed him to his limits, Kieran remained calm. He had faced destruction before, and he had always risen above it. But as the battle wore on, Kieran began to feel the first stirrings of doubt. His empire, his power, had been unchallenged for so long that the notion of defeat was foreign to him. These gods—these ancient beings—were proving to be more than he had anticipated.

With a mighty roar, Odin summoned the full force of the universe's power, channeling it through Gungnir. The spear glowed with cosmic energy, and with a single thrust, it pierced the fabric of Kieran's being. The force of the strike was unlike anything Kieran had ever felt, and for a moment, he staggered, feeling the power of the gods coursing through his body. His connection to the dark side wavered, his vision blurred, and for the first time in centuries, Kieran felt fear.

The gods pressed their advantage. Zeus unleashed a bolt of lightning so powerful that it shattered Kieran's defenses, sending him crashing to the ground. His empire, his army, seemed to collapse around him, and in that moment, Kieran knew that he was losing. The gods were too powerful, too ancient, and their combined might was overwhelming.

But even as the gods prepared to deliver the final blow, Kieran's mind raced. He was not ready to die. He could not fall. With the last of his strength, Kieran summoned the full might of the Phoenix Force, using its power to shield himself from the gods' strikes. But it was not enough. The gods' power had surpassed anything he had ever encountered, and as Kieran fought to maintain his grip on reality, he felt the darkness pulling him in.

In a final, desperate act, Kieran reached for the Reality Stone. His fingers brushed against it, and in that instant, he bent the very fabric of existence to his will. But the gods were prepared. Odin's spear struck once more, and with a blinding flash of light, Kieran was overwhelmed.

The gods, working in unison, sealed Kieran in the deepest, darkest recesses of Hell, a place where even his immense power could not escape. They forged a seal that would trap him for a million years, a punishment for his arrogance, a reminder that no one, not even a being of such power, could escape the will of the gods.

Kieran's consciousness faded as the seal locked around him. For a million years, he would remain trapped in the depths of Hell, his mind broken, his body imprisoned, the darkness within him quiescent.

A million years passed. The universe had moved on. New heroes had arisen, new gods had taken their place. The name Kieran Skywalker had become a myth, a legend told in hushed tones, a tale of the Emperor who had once ruled everything, but had fallen before the might of the gods.

It was then that Jean Grey, the Phoenix, found herself facing her greatest challenge—Apocalypse, the ancient mutant who sought to conquer the world with his own dark vision. But as Jean fought to protect the Earth, something deep within her stirred. The Phoenix Force, her eternal companion, felt a disturbance—a ripple in the fabric of reality itself.

In the depths of Hell, Kieran's mind began to stir. The darkness within him was not gone; it was waiting, biding its time. And when Jean Grey reached into the depths of the Phoenix Force, she unwittingly tapped into the very energy that would awaken him.

The seal that had bound Kieran for a million years began to crack. The Phoenix Force, in its infinite power, reached into the deepest corners of Hell, pulling Kieran's consciousness from the void. His mind, shattered by eons of imprisonment, began to reform. The seal that had kept him trapped began to weaken as Kieran's power returned.

Kieran's eyes snapped open. For the first time in a million years, he was free. He could feel the power of the Phoenix coursing through him, and in that moment, he knew that the gods had made a grave mistake. His empire, his reign, was not over. It had only just begun.

The universe would tremble once more before Kieran Skywalker, Emperor of the Sith.

 (Author's note I know Odin is not an Olympian)