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The Sith Code: A Manifesto of Strength
By Darth Véhemen
The Sith Code is more than a collection of words. It is a statement of reality, an articulation of the truth that governs all existence. It is not a creed to be followed like a mindless supplicant, nor a set of rules to constrain the will. It is a fact, written into the very fabric of the Force itself. It does not demand belief, nor seek validation. It simply is.
The weak misunderstand it. They mistake it for poetry, a mantra to recite, as if the mere repetition of words could instil power. The Sith Code is not an incantation, it is a law. One can deny it no more than they can deny hunger, pain, or the certainty of conflict. But where others shrink before these truths, a Sith embraces them, wields them, masters them. To follow the Code is not to believe in it. It is to become it.
Yet the Code is not for Sith alone. It is not bound to the Dark Lords who rule, nor to the Acolytes who seek power. It is a universal truth, one that transcends species, ideology, or even station. Even those who curse the Sith and cling to their illusions of peace are bound by its tenets, for life itself adheres to its words. The beasts that hunt and kill, the rulers who fight for dominion, the lowliest workers who toil for survival, all adhere to the truths of the Code, whether they admit it or not. It is not Sith philosophy. It is nature.
Despite the universalism of the code, it is important to note that only a Sith can fulfil its full potential, for only we are true masters of the Force.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion
Conflict is the natural order of the galaxy. It is peace that is unnatural. Peace is a momentary pause before the inevitable return of conflict, a fragile illusion held together by the will of those too afraid to face the truth. One does not have to look to empires or armies to see this reality, it is found in every world where life teems, where predator and prey are locked in an eternal struggle. The strong hunt, the weak are consumed. This is not cruelty. It is not evil. It is simply the way of things.
And at the heart of all things, there is passion. Passion is the fire that drives existence forward. It is in the bloodlust of the predator and the desperate will of the prey. It is in the builder who erects great cities, in the warlord who forges an empire, in the warrior who rises above their rivals.
Even in the smallest of things, passion shapes the world. A painter who creates with passion will produce a masterpiece greater than the lifeless work of one who paints without feeling. A runner who feels passion will push themselves beyond exhaustion, beyond pain, beyond what their body should be capable of. A man who might otherwise cower will rise in defiance when something he loves is threatened. Passion fuels all things, not just the Sith. The fool denies it, the wise embrace it.
Through passion, I gain strength
Strength is not given freely, nor does it come from mere existence. It is taken. It is built, forged in the crucible of one's own will. Strength is the product of struggle, and struggle is only endured by those with the passion to persist.
A Sith is not born strong, they become strong. And the path to strength begins with passion. It is passion that makes the soldier endure beyond his limits, that compels the Sith Lord to seek dominion, that gives the weak the will to rise above their station. Without passion, one accepts the chains they are born into. Without passion, one remains as they are, never growing, never reaching.
Some believe strength is measured in muscle, in technique, in raw power. They are mistaken. True strength is of the will. The will to persist where others falter. The will to rise after defeat. The will to become greater than one was the day before. This is strength, and it is only born of passion.
Through strength, I gain power
Strength alone is not enough. It is the foundation, but power is the structure built upon it. Power is not merely the ability to destroy, it is the ability to shape, to bend the galaxy to one’s desires. Strength without purpose is a beast’s mindless fury. Power is the refinement of strength into something greater.
Power is command. It is the force that compels obedience, that bends others to your will, that reshapes reality to serve your vision. A Sith does not seek power for its own sake. That is the failing of lesser beings, of brutish warlords and senseless killers. True power is purposeful. It is directed, controlled, wielded with precision.
The greatest leaders in history were not merely strong, but powerful. They did not simply survive, they dominated. They imposed their will not just upon people, but upon the very nature of existence.
Through power, I gain victory
Victory is the only measure of success. Intentions are irrelevant. Ideals are irrelevant. The only question that matters is: did you succeed?
The weak make excuses. They justify their failures with claims of moral superiority, with the idea that they held to their beliefs, that they did not compromise their principles. And what did that earn them? Nothing. The grave is filled with those who clung to ideals instead of winning.
A Sith does not make excuses. A Sith wins. Whether through brute strength, cunning manipulation, strategic brilliance, or sheer force of will, the Sith Code demands triumph. The method is unimportant. Only the result matters. A Sith who fails and does not rise again does not deserve the title. Those who cannot win have no claim to power.
Victory is not always swift, nor is it always absolute. Some battles take years. Some victories require patience. But in the end, the Sith do not accept defeat. The moment one surrenders, the moment one ceases to struggle, they are already lost.
Through victory, my chains are broken
All beings are born in chains. Some are bound by law, others by circumstance, and most by their own weakness. The Jidai call themselves free, yet they shackle their own will with dogma and restraint. The common masses call themselves free, yet they are slaves to their own ignorance, to their fears, to their meaningless lives.
A Sith acknowledges their chains. And then, they break them.
Victory is not merely triumph over an enemy, it is dominion over the self. It is the unshackling of weakness, the destruction of limitation, the rejection of servitude. To follow the Sith Code is to forge oneself into something greater, something unrestricted, something truly free.
Freedom is not given. It is taken. The only ones who are truly free are those with the power to impose their will upon the galaxy. To be Sith is to claim that freedom, to stand unbound, unshackled, the master of one’s own fate.
The Force shall free me
The Force is the current that runs through all things. To the weak, it is a mystery, an unknowable force that dictates the nature of the universe. To the Jidai, it is something to be served, a higher will to which they must bow. But a Sith bows to nothing.
The Force does not dictate my path. The Force does not command me. I take it, I shape it, I wield it as I see fit. It is not my master, it is my tool.
The Sith Code does not promise freedom as a gift. It does not guarantee power to those unwilling to seize it. It is not a prayer, nor a hope, nor a wish. It is a demand. It is a challenge to the universe itself.
I do not ask to be free. I do not wait for my chains to be broken.
With the Force as my tool, I shatter them myself.
By Darth Véhemen
The Sith Code is more than a collection of words. It is a statement of reality, an articulation of the truth that governs all existence. It is not a creed to be followed like a mindless supplicant, nor a set of rules to constrain the will. It is a fact, written into the very fabric of the Force itself. It does not demand belief, nor seek validation. It simply is.
The weak misunderstand it. They mistake it for poetry, a mantra to recite, as if the mere repetition of words could instil power. The Sith Code is not an incantation, it is a law. One can deny it no more than they can deny hunger, pain, or the certainty of conflict. But where others shrink before these truths, a Sith embraces them, wields them, masters them. To follow the Code is not to believe in it. It is to become it.
Yet the Code is not for Sith alone. It is not bound to the Dark Lords who rule, nor to the Acolytes who seek power. It is a universal truth, one that transcends species, ideology, or even station. Even those who curse the Sith and cling to their illusions of peace are bound by its tenets, for life itself adheres to its words. The beasts that hunt and kill, the rulers who fight for dominion, the lowliest workers who toil for survival, all adhere to the truths of the Code, whether they admit it or not. It is not Sith philosophy. It is nature.
Despite the universalism of the code, it is important to note that only a Sith can fulfil its full potential, for only we are true masters of the Force.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion
Conflict is the natural order of the galaxy. It is peace that is unnatural. Peace is a momentary pause before the inevitable return of conflict, a fragile illusion held together by the will of those too afraid to face the truth. One does not have to look to empires or armies to see this reality, it is found in every world where life teems, where predator and prey are locked in an eternal struggle. The strong hunt, the weak are consumed. This is not cruelty. It is not evil. It is simply the way of things.
And at the heart of all things, there is passion. Passion is the fire that drives existence forward. It is in the bloodlust of the predator and the desperate will of the prey. It is in the builder who erects great cities, in the warlord who forges an empire, in the warrior who rises above their rivals.
Even in the smallest of things, passion shapes the world. A painter who creates with passion will produce a masterpiece greater than the lifeless work of one who paints without feeling. A runner who feels passion will push themselves beyond exhaustion, beyond pain, beyond what their body should be capable of. A man who might otherwise cower will rise in defiance when something he loves is threatened. Passion fuels all things, not just the Sith. The fool denies it, the wise embrace it.
Through passion, I gain strength
Strength is not given freely, nor does it come from mere existence. It is taken. It is built, forged in the crucible of one's own will. Strength is the product of struggle, and struggle is only endured by those with the passion to persist.
A Sith is not born strong, they become strong. And the path to strength begins with passion. It is passion that makes the soldier endure beyond his limits, that compels the Sith Lord to seek dominion, that gives the weak the will to rise above their station. Without passion, one accepts the chains they are born into. Without passion, one remains as they are, never growing, never reaching.
Some believe strength is measured in muscle, in technique, in raw power. They are mistaken. True strength is of the will. The will to persist where others falter. The will to rise after defeat. The will to become greater than one was the day before. This is strength, and it is only born of passion.
Through strength, I gain power
Strength alone is not enough. It is the foundation, but power is the structure built upon it. Power is not merely the ability to destroy, it is the ability to shape, to bend the galaxy to one’s desires. Strength without purpose is a beast’s mindless fury. Power is the refinement of strength into something greater.
Power is command. It is the force that compels obedience, that bends others to your will, that reshapes reality to serve your vision. A Sith does not seek power for its own sake. That is the failing of lesser beings, of brutish warlords and senseless killers. True power is purposeful. It is directed, controlled, wielded with precision.
The greatest leaders in history were not merely strong, but powerful. They did not simply survive, they dominated. They imposed their will not just upon people, but upon the very nature of existence.
Through power, I gain victory
Victory is the only measure of success. Intentions are irrelevant. Ideals are irrelevant. The only question that matters is: did you succeed?
The weak make excuses. They justify their failures with claims of moral superiority, with the idea that they held to their beliefs, that they did not compromise their principles. And what did that earn them? Nothing. The grave is filled with those who clung to ideals instead of winning.
A Sith does not make excuses. A Sith wins. Whether through brute strength, cunning manipulation, strategic brilliance, or sheer force of will, the Sith Code demands triumph. The method is unimportant. Only the result matters. A Sith who fails and does not rise again does not deserve the title. Those who cannot win have no claim to power.
Victory is not always swift, nor is it always absolute. Some battles take years. Some victories require patience. But in the end, the Sith do not accept defeat. The moment one surrenders, the moment one ceases to struggle, they are already lost.
Through victory, my chains are broken
All beings are born in chains. Some are bound by law, others by circumstance, and most by their own weakness. The Jidai call themselves free, yet they shackle their own will with dogma and restraint. The common masses call themselves free, yet they are slaves to their own ignorance, to their fears, to their meaningless lives.
A Sith acknowledges their chains. And then, they break them.
Victory is not merely triumph over an enemy, it is dominion over the self. It is the unshackling of weakness, the destruction of limitation, the rejection of servitude. To follow the Sith Code is to forge oneself into something greater, something unrestricted, something truly free.
Freedom is not given. It is taken. The only ones who are truly free are those with the power to impose their will upon the galaxy. To be Sith is to claim that freedom, to stand unbound, unshackled, the master of one’s own fate.
The Force shall free me
The Force is the current that runs through all things. To the weak, it is a mystery, an unknowable force that dictates the nature of the universe. To the Jidai, it is something to be served, a higher will to which they must bow. But a Sith bows to nothing.
The Force does not dictate my path. The Force does not command me. I take it, I shape it, I wield it as I see fit. It is not my master, it is my tool.
The Sith Code does not promise freedom as a gift. It does not guarantee power to those unwilling to seize it. It is not a prayer, nor a hope, nor a wish. It is a demand. It is a challenge to the universe itself.
I do not ask to be free. I do not wait for my chains to be broken.
With the Force as my tool, I shatter them myself.
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On The Nature of Betrayal
By Darth Véhemen
Betrayal is the Natural State
Among the Jedi and the naïve, betrayal is treated as a disease. It is spoken of in shame and outrage, seen as a sign of moral decay. But the Sith do not share such illusions. Betrayal, for us, is not failure, it is function. It is the natural consequence of our Code, for we are taught to pursue passion, to pursue power, to elevate ourselves through any means. Loyalty is not our virtue. Ambition is.
And where ambition exists, betrayal will follow.
We are not encouraged to serve blindly. We are not commanded to die for a banner or sacrifice for the sake of unity. That is for the slaves and the soldiers. We, the Sith, are the storm that reshapes the galaxy. And in such a storm, permanence is a myth.
Every Sith, if they are truly Sith, must accept this: loyalty is a transaction.
Loyalty Is a Transaction
No bond between Sith is eternal. We do not form brotherhoods. All relationships are temporary arrangements that last so long as it suits all parties involved.
Such relationships are stable so long as it benefits both sides. The moment it no longer does, betrayal is not only expected, it is correct.
This is not sentimentality. This is calculation. You serve a master while it elevates you. You obey a Dark Lord while you learn, while you grow, while your survival depends on it. But once you have outgrown the hand that once fed you, why remain?
The same applies downward. You may tolerate the flaws of your apprentice or your servants for as long as they remain useful. But the moment their failure threatens your position, they are to be discarded.
Sentiment must never outweigh strategy. Affection must never dull your edge.
The Expectation of Betrayal
To possess power is to invite envy. If you have something of value - status, secrets, skill - then those around you will covet it. And one day, they will act on that desire.
Do not be surprised. To be caught off guard by betrayal is not to be wronged, it is to be unworthy.
A true Sith anticipates betrayal. They watch their allies for signs of hunger. They test their subordinates. They leave traps in the walls of their own fortress, not for intruders, but for those they dine with.
You must cultivate both fear and respect. Too much fear, and your subordinates lose their edge, becoming dull and obedient like Jidai. Too little, and they begin to fantasise about your death. Keep them close, but make them earn your trust repeatedly. Keep them rewarded, but never satisfied.
Balance must be maintained. A Sith who rules through fear alone breeds silence, not loyalty. A Sith who is too generous creates softness and encourages ambition. You must give them enough to love your reign, but not so much that they forget you can end them at will.
When to Betray
To betray is not shameful, but it is dangerous. It is not an act of impulse, but of precision.
The timing of betrayal is everything. If you move too soon, you reveal your intentions before they can succeed. If you move too late, you may find the window has closed, and now you are the one being cast down.
A betrayal should only be undertaken when either the victory is certain, or when the cost of remaining loyal is unacceptable. The betrayal must end the relationship in question. There can be no ambiguity. No lingering threats. If your target survives, they will come back stronger. And when they do, it will not be as your rival, it will be as your executioner.
So ensure this: when you strike, they cannot strike back.
Do not betray out of pettiness. Do not betray because you are slighted. The cost of a failed betrayal is far greater than the sting of insult. Calculate. Observe. Strike only when it changes the game.
The Sith who betrays for foolish reasons gains nothing and invites ruin. The Sith who betrays with precision reshapes the order in their image.
Betrayal as Ascension
In the end, betrayal is not treachery. It is simply the final act of a competition that was always heading toward conflict. It is the severing of a relationship that has outlived its purpose.
A well-timed betrayal is the mark of a Sith who understands the Code. It is the moment when one steps beyond the limits of servitude, of alliance, of parity, and claims superiority.
But betrayal, like a blade, must be sharpened, hidden, and used only at the decisive moment. Draw it too soon, and you expose yourself. Wait too long, and the opportunity passes.
The Sith who does not betray when it is necessary is as weak as the one who betrays too often.
Final Reflection
Do not hate betrayal. Understand it. Prepare for it. Master it.
A Sith may be betrayed. A Sith may betray. But a true Sith ensures that when the moment comes, they are the one left standing.
As ever, victory is the only truth.
By Darth Véhemen
Betrayal is the Natural State
Among the Jedi and the naïve, betrayal is treated as a disease. It is spoken of in shame and outrage, seen as a sign of moral decay. But the Sith do not share such illusions. Betrayal, for us, is not failure, it is function. It is the natural consequence of our Code, for we are taught to pursue passion, to pursue power, to elevate ourselves through any means. Loyalty is not our virtue. Ambition is.
And where ambition exists, betrayal will follow.
We are not encouraged to serve blindly. We are not commanded to die for a banner or sacrifice for the sake of unity. That is for the slaves and the soldiers. We, the Sith, are the storm that reshapes the galaxy. And in such a storm, permanence is a myth.
Every Sith, if they are truly Sith, must accept this: loyalty is a transaction.
Loyalty Is a Transaction
No bond between Sith is eternal. We do not form brotherhoods. All relationships are temporary arrangements that last so long as it suits all parties involved.
Such relationships are stable so long as it benefits both sides. The moment it no longer does, betrayal is not only expected, it is correct.
This is not sentimentality. This is calculation. You serve a master while it elevates you. You obey a Dark Lord while you learn, while you grow, while your survival depends on it. But once you have outgrown the hand that once fed you, why remain?
The same applies downward. You may tolerate the flaws of your apprentice or your servants for as long as they remain useful. But the moment their failure threatens your position, they are to be discarded.
Sentiment must never outweigh strategy. Affection must never dull your edge.
The Expectation of Betrayal
To possess power is to invite envy. If you have something of value - status, secrets, skill - then those around you will covet it. And one day, they will act on that desire.
Do not be surprised. To be caught off guard by betrayal is not to be wronged, it is to be unworthy.
A true Sith anticipates betrayal. They watch their allies for signs of hunger. They test their subordinates. They leave traps in the walls of their own fortress, not for intruders, but for those they dine with.
You must cultivate both fear and respect. Too much fear, and your subordinates lose their edge, becoming dull and obedient like Jidai. Too little, and they begin to fantasise about your death. Keep them close, but make them earn your trust repeatedly. Keep them rewarded, but never satisfied.
Balance must be maintained. A Sith who rules through fear alone breeds silence, not loyalty. A Sith who is too generous creates softness and encourages ambition. You must give them enough to love your reign, but not so much that they forget you can end them at will.
When to Betray
To betray is not shameful, but it is dangerous. It is not an act of impulse, but of precision.
The timing of betrayal is everything. If you move too soon, you reveal your intentions before they can succeed. If you move too late, you may find the window has closed, and now you are the one being cast down.
A betrayal should only be undertaken when either the victory is certain, or when the cost of remaining loyal is unacceptable. The betrayal must end the relationship in question. There can be no ambiguity. No lingering threats. If your target survives, they will come back stronger. And when they do, it will not be as your rival, it will be as your executioner.
So ensure this: when you strike, they cannot strike back.
Do not betray out of pettiness. Do not betray because you are slighted. The cost of a failed betrayal is far greater than the sting of insult. Calculate. Observe. Strike only when it changes the game.
The Sith who betrays for foolish reasons gains nothing and invites ruin. The Sith who betrays with precision reshapes the order in their image.
Betrayal as Ascension
In the end, betrayal is not treachery. It is simply the final act of a competition that was always heading toward conflict. It is the severing of a relationship that has outlived its purpose.
A well-timed betrayal is the mark of a Sith who understands the Code. It is the moment when one steps beyond the limits of servitude, of alliance, of parity, and claims superiority.
But betrayal, like a blade, must be sharpened, hidden, and used only at the decisive moment. Draw it too soon, and you expose yourself. Wait too long, and the opportunity passes.
The Sith who does not betray when it is necessary is as weak as the one who betrays too often.
Final Reflection
Do not hate betrayal. Understand it. Prepare for it. Master it.
A Sith may be betrayed. A Sith may betray. But a true Sith ensures that when the moment comes, they are the one left standing.
As ever, victory is the only truth.
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Passion, Dominion, and Legacy
By Darth Véhemen
The Jidai, in their feeble attempt to master the Force, seek to deny passion. They cut themselves off from love, from desire, from the very forces that drive existence itself. They call this discipline. I call it cowardice.
The Sith are not cowards. We do not live cold and sterile lives, devoid of feeling. We do not shy away from the fires that burn within us. We embrace them. Love, lust, ambition, fury; these are the forces that propel us forward, that drive us to seize what is ours by right. But as with all things, these forces must be mastered. Passion unrestrained is a wildfire, burning without direction. The Sith must take what the Jidai fear and refine it, wield it with purpose.
To love is not a weakness. To love foolishly is
Love is the inevitable result of passion. The pursuit of power, of greatness, of supremacy will, in time, lead to bonds between those who walk the same path. But the difference between strength and weakness is in how love is used. Love can be a distraction, a chain that pulls one away from ambition, a weakness that tempts one toward mercy where it is undeserved. Or it can be a source of strength, a fuel that empowers, that drives a Sith to reach ever greater heights, not for the sake of their beloved, but for the sake of their own power. If love makes you soft, you are unworthy of it. If love makes you strong, you have mastered it.
A Sith does not love as the weak do. A Sith does not give themselves over to sentiment, to sacrifice, to the foolish notion that love is a thing to be served. Love serves you. If it does not, it must be discarded.
The Three Faces of Desire
Passion manifests in many ways, but sex is its most primal expression. Here too, one must discern between strength and weakness, between mastery and indulgence. There are three kinds of carnal union, and each serves a purpose.
The first is that which satisfies base physical pleasure. This is simple, instinctual, without meaning beyond the moment. It is nothing more than bodily gratification, a release of tension, a means to sate urges that would otherwise become distractions. This purpose is best served by slaves, by those who exist only to obey, who have no value beyond the brief amusement they provide. It is pleasure stripped of meaning, and therefore, it holds no consequence.
The second is an act of domination. There is more to pleasure than flesh; there is the contest of will, the battle for supremacy, the raw assertion of power over another. When a Sith takes an inferior or rival to bed, it is not mere indulgence, it is a struggle. It is an arena no different from the battlefield, where victory is not only measured in pleasure but in control. In this, there is power. To take and to be taken in a contest of power, an act that reinforces hierarchy, that cements one’s place above another or binds them in the heat of competition. The strong understand this, and they make such encounters as much a weapon as they do a pleasure.
The third is reserved for the rarest of bonds, those between a husband and wife. In such a union, sex is not simply about gratification or domination, it is about the construction of something greater. A dynasty. A legacy. It is only in this union that something more than contest and pleasure is permitted. Love, within the confines of marriage, is acceptable only when it fuels ambition. A Sith may take their pleasure where they wish, but only in the bed of a spouse does passion intertwine with purpose.
The Purpose of Marriage
The Jidai scoff at marriage, seeing it as another bond that weakens the will. The Sith understand that marriage is not about devotion, it is about legacy.
No matter how strong a Sith may be, no matter how vast their dominion, the body will one day fail. But the power they have seized need not die with them. Marriage, at its core, is about ensuring that one’s strength does not fade into oblivion, that what has been built endures long after flesh turns to dust. It is not a matter of sentiment, of companionship, of fragile affections, it is about shaping the next generation, about ensuring that one’s line remains worthy of the name it carries.
To marry is to forge a union that will extend one’s will beyond death itself. It is not to be entered into lightly, nor chosen on the whims of affection alone. A partner must be selected with the mind, not the heart. There must be passion, without it, the union is weak, but passion alone is not enough. The Sith must ask themselves: What does this alliance create? Does it strengthen, or does it diminish? Will the bloodline that emerges from this union be one of power, or will it dilute what has been earned?
Marriage for power alone is hollow. Marriage for love alone is foolish. The Sith who understands the Code seeks a partner who will enhance them, one who will challenge them, one who will make them stronger. And above all, they must consider the heir they will produce. For that is the true purpose of marriage, to craft a successor worthy of inheriting one’s dominion, to ensure that the bloodline carries on not merely in name, but in strength.
The weak marry for comfort. The Sith marry to shape the galaxy.
The Matter of Sexuality
Among the lesser beings, much is made of sexuality, who one loves, who one desires, who one takes to their bed. Such concerns are meaningless to a Sith. A Sith loves whom they will, desires whom they choose, and indulges in whomever they find worthy. The Force does not care for the trivialities of gender, nor do those who wield it.
Yet while private preference is of no consequence, public perception is another matter. The Sith are an order of dominion, and dominion is built on dynasty. A Sith may love as they please, but they must always project the idea of legacy, of bloodlines that will continue to shape the future. One may indulge in whatever pleasures they wish behind closed doors, but in the eyes of the galaxy, the Sith must be seen as architects of powerful lineages, as the bearers of names that will endure for generations.
It is not a question of morality. It is a question of image. And the wise Sith knows that image is as much a weapon as any blade.
The Matter of Jealousy
Where there is passion, there will be jealousy. It is no weakness to feel it; it is simply another form of desire, an expression of one’s instinct to possess, to dominate, to own. In a Sith relationship, whether forged in fire or calculation, jealousy is not only expected, it is natural. We do not pretend we are above it, nor do we suppress it as the Jidai do.
But a Sith does not surrender to feeling. A Sith wields it. Jealousy, properly channelled, becomes a source of strength. It sharpens ambition, intensifies hunger, reminds one what is theirs and why they will not surrender it. A Sith who feels jealousy must use it to fuel their growth, to burn hotter, strike harder, ascend faster. It should drive them not to destruction, but to dominance.
Yet there is a balance. Jealousy, when allowed to fester unchecked, curdles into resentment. And resentment becomes hatred. Not the righteous hatred we channel against our enemies, but a cancerous poison directed inward, at those we have chosen to stand beside us. This is the death of a union, and the beginning of betrayal. A Sith who allows jealousy to grow into a weapon they cannot control will find themselves at war with their own foundation.
Use it. Let it drive you. But master it, or it will master you.
The Matter of Sacrifice
Love is not weakness, but only as long as it serves you. An alliance with one you love, one you desire, one with whom you have forged a legacy, must be guarded like any other stronghold. It must be defended against slights, challenges, and ambitions that seek to undermine it. To protect one’s chosen partner is to protect one's dynasty, one’s investment, one’s power. If a rival lays a finger upon your spouse, or dares to insult your claim, they must be corrected, publicly and thoroughly.
But even the strongest fortress can become a ruin. The same person who once enhanced your power can, over time, become a weight upon it. A partner who falters, who fails to evolve, who grows bitter or small as you ascend, such a person becomes a danger. Love may be strong, but it must never come before the pursuit of victory.
A Sith must always be ready to cut ties, no matter how deep the bond. The preservation of your legacy, your ascent, your vision must come first. A Sith who sacrifices their power for the sake of sentiment is no Sith at all, they are prey, and prey is short-lived in our world.
To know when to fight for your union is strength. To know when to end it, cleanly and without regret, is mastery.
Passion Mastered
The Jidai look upon passion and see danger. They see bonds that weaken, distractions that erode discipline, attachments that lead to ruin. And they are right, for the weak.
But the Sith do not fear passion. The Sith master it. Love can be strength, if it is wielded as a blade. Desire can be power, if it is understood as a tool. Marriage can be an empire, if it is built for purpose.
The Jidai flee from what they cannot control. The Sith take it, shape it, make it serve their will. Passion is not the enemy of power, it is its greatest fuel.
But only if one is strong enough to control it.
By Darth Véhemen
The Jidai, in their feeble attempt to master the Force, seek to deny passion. They cut themselves off from love, from desire, from the very forces that drive existence itself. They call this discipline. I call it cowardice.
The Sith are not cowards. We do not live cold and sterile lives, devoid of feeling. We do not shy away from the fires that burn within us. We embrace them. Love, lust, ambition, fury; these are the forces that propel us forward, that drive us to seize what is ours by right. But as with all things, these forces must be mastered. Passion unrestrained is a wildfire, burning without direction. The Sith must take what the Jidai fear and refine it, wield it with purpose.
To love is not a weakness. To love foolishly is
Love is the inevitable result of passion. The pursuit of power, of greatness, of supremacy will, in time, lead to bonds between those who walk the same path. But the difference between strength and weakness is in how love is used. Love can be a distraction, a chain that pulls one away from ambition, a weakness that tempts one toward mercy where it is undeserved. Or it can be a source of strength, a fuel that empowers, that drives a Sith to reach ever greater heights, not for the sake of their beloved, but for the sake of their own power. If love makes you soft, you are unworthy of it. If love makes you strong, you have mastered it.
A Sith does not love as the weak do. A Sith does not give themselves over to sentiment, to sacrifice, to the foolish notion that love is a thing to be served. Love serves you. If it does not, it must be discarded.
The Three Faces of Desire
Passion manifests in many ways, but sex is its most primal expression. Here too, one must discern between strength and weakness, between mastery and indulgence. There are three kinds of carnal union, and each serves a purpose.
The first is that which satisfies base physical pleasure. This is simple, instinctual, without meaning beyond the moment. It is nothing more than bodily gratification, a release of tension, a means to sate urges that would otherwise become distractions. This purpose is best served by slaves, by those who exist only to obey, who have no value beyond the brief amusement they provide. It is pleasure stripped of meaning, and therefore, it holds no consequence.
The second is an act of domination. There is more to pleasure than flesh; there is the contest of will, the battle for supremacy, the raw assertion of power over another. When a Sith takes an inferior or rival to bed, it is not mere indulgence, it is a struggle. It is an arena no different from the battlefield, where victory is not only measured in pleasure but in control. In this, there is power. To take and to be taken in a contest of power, an act that reinforces hierarchy, that cements one’s place above another or binds them in the heat of competition. The strong understand this, and they make such encounters as much a weapon as they do a pleasure.
The third is reserved for the rarest of bonds, those between a husband and wife. In such a union, sex is not simply about gratification or domination, it is about the construction of something greater. A dynasty. A legacy. It is only in this union that something more than contest and pleasure is permitted. Love, within the confines of marriage, is acceptable only when it fuels ambition. A Sith may take their pleasure where they wish, but only in the bed of a spouse does passion intertwine with purpose.
The Purpose of Marriage
The Jidai scoff at marriage, seeing it as another bond that weakens the will. The Sith understand that marriage is not about devotion, it is about legacy.
No matter how strong a Sith may be, no matter how vast their dominion, the body will one day fail. But the power they have seized need not die with them. Marriage, at its core, is about ensuring that one’s strength does not fade into oblivion, that what has been built endures long after flesh turns to dust. It is not a matter of sentiment, of companionship, of fragile affections, it is about shaping the next generation, about ensuring that one’s line remains worthy of the name it carries.
To marry is to forge a union that will extend one’s will beyond death itself. It is not to be entered into lightly, nor chosen on the whims of affection alone. A partner must be selected with the mind, not the heart. There must be passion, without it, the union is weak, but passion alone is not enough. The Sith must ask themselves: What does this alliance create? Does it strengthen, or does it diminish? Will the bloodline that emerges from this union be one of power, or will it dilute what has been earned?
Marriage for power alone is hollow. Marriage for love alone is foolish. The Sith who understands the Code seeks a partner who will enhance them, one who will challenge them, one who will make them stronger. And above all, they must consider the heir they will produce. For that is the true purpose of marriage, to craft a successor worthy of inheriting one’s dominion, to ensure that the bloodline carries on not merely in name, but in strength.
The weak marry for comfort. The Sith marry to shape the galaxy.
The Matter of Sexuality
Among the lesser beings, much is made of sexuality, who one loves, who one desires, who one takes to their bed. Such concerns are meaningless to a Sith. A Sith loves whom they will, desires whom they choose, and indulges in whomever they find worthy. The Force does not care for the trivialities of gender, nor do those who wield it.
Yet while private preference is of no consequence, public perception is another matter. The Sith are an order of dominion, and dominion is built on dynasty. A Sith may love as they please, but they must always project the idea of legacy, of bloodlines that will continue to shape the future. One may indulge in whatever pleasures they wish behind closed doors, but in the eyes of the galaxy, the Sith must be seen as architects of powerful lineages, as the bearers of names that will endure for generations.
It is not a question of morality. It is a question of image. And the wise Sith knows that image is as much a weapon as any blade.
The Matter of Jealousy
Where there is passion, there will be jealousy. It is no weakness to feel it; it is simply another form of desire, an expression of one’s instinct to possess, to dominate, to own. In a Sith relationship, whether forged in fire or calculation, jealousy is not only expected, it is natural. We do not pretend we are above it, nor do we suppress it as the Jidai do.
But a Sith does not surrender to feeling. A Sith wields it. Jealousy, properly channelled, becomes a source of strength. It sharpens ambition, intensifies hunger, reminds one what is theirs and why they will not surrender it. A Sith who feels jealousy must use it to fuel their growth, to burn hotter, strike harder, ascend faster. It should drive them not to destruction, but to dominance.
Yet there is a balance. Jealousy, when allowed to fester unchecked, curdles into resentment. And resentment becomes hatred. Not the righteous hatred we channel against our enemies, but a cancerous poison directed inward, at those we have chosen to stand beside us. This is the death of a union, and the beginning of betrayal. A Sith who allows jealousy to grow into a weapon they cannot control will find themselves at war with their own foundation.
Use it. Let it drive you. But master it, or it will master you.
The Matter of Sacrifice
Love is not weakness, but only as long as it serves you. An alliance with one you love, one you desire, one with whom you have forged a legacy, must be guarded like any other stronghold. It must be defended against slights, challenges, and ambitions that seek to undermine it. To protect one’s chosen partner is to protect one's dynasty, one’s investment, one’s power. If a rival lays a finger upon your spouse, or dares to insult your claim, they must be corrected, publicly and thoroughly.
But even the strongest fortress can become a ruin. The same person who once enhanced your power can, over time, become a weight upon it. A partner who falters, who fails to evolve, who grows bitter or small as you ascend, such a person becomes a danger. Love may be strong, but it must never come before the pursuit of victory.
A Sith must always be ready to cut ties, no matter how deep the bond. The preservation of your legacy, your ascent, your vision must come first. A Sith who sacrifices their power for the sake of sentiment is no Sith at all, they are prey, and prey is short-lived in our world.
To know when to fight for your union is strength. To know when to end it, cleanly and without regret, is mastery.
Passion Mastered
The Jidai look upon passion and see danger. They see bonds that weaken, distractions that erode discipline, attachments that lead to ruin. And they are right, for the weak.
But the Sith do not fear passion. The Sith master it. Love can be strength, if it is wielded as a blade. Desire can be power, if it is understood as a tool. Marriage can be an empire, if it is built for purpose.
The Jidai flee from what they cannot control. The Sith take it, shape it, make it serve their will. Passion is not the enemy of power, it is its greatest fuel.
But only if one is strong enough to control it.