False God ( Kylo Ren AU )

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an: two points of view, not all chapters will be this way, but the name will be in bold when it switches. Don't worry I made sure the spice was there. Welcome to false god...

Kylo

I brace myself approaching the front door to the First Order. I show the security guard at the front my badge that Snoke gave me and he knows and opens the door for me.

The things I do for a living. Considering I made a living by murdering fools who don't know any better. Walking into a sex club should be easy, but then again I am not your everyday hitman...

It isn't often I check with clients after completing a job, but the owner of this city's notorious and exclusive sex club is an exception I am willing to make. Snoke was a powerful man with some powerful friends who gave me jobs, jobs apon other jobs. I wanted to be sure to always make him happy.

 Looking down at my attire I saw a small blood droplet from my latest kill on my cuff. I roll back my cuff to make it unnoticeable. I usually am very careful to not have anything that would spread onto my clothes.

One of Snoke's bodyguards near the stairs recognizes me and shows me the way to his office. He leads me to an elevator that is in a narrow hallway away from the crowds. I could still hear the screams and moans from the private rooms, but they all silenced once the elevator doors closed.

What felt like on edge was now calm as my urges are now suppressed. If you want to call me a sex addict, I guess, but I like to have fun thrown into this life I chose. 

I run my hand through my thick black hair and look at my watch quickly. The elevator stops and we get out. He brings me around a corner to where I hear the moans pick up again. He leads me down the hall to a door. 

The door swings open and there sits a bald man, with a scar down his left eye appeared and a small burn on his neck. He looks up from his desk and smirks. "The Mighty Kylo Ren" He announces as if there is an audience.

"Snoke, success as always" I responded. I take a seat as he offers it. I wonder how many women he had from the club here? It made my skin crawl to even think about it.

"As always you come through for me, my dear boy." He cracks a grin. "Care for a drink?" As if we were old friends sitting down to shoot the shit rather than a hitman and his client, confirming a murder has taken place.

"No thank you, It's best I just leave sir" I responded respectfully. I didn't want to be here much longer. Solitary was more my speed. I never liked being around people, much less being around clients. Friend or not, I wanted my space.

"Oh but how about I set you up with the finest girl in the club?" He asks with a sinister smile. "I am sure you would rock her world" He creepily hums. Eleven though he knows my answer will be no, as it is always no, it never stops him. Another social thing I never understood, why go through the song and dance?

He nods, his mouth in a firm line. "It occurs to me now that I might be making a mistake, always offering a girl. Was I wrong to assume?" He asks.

Immediately I got that thought out of his mind. "No, you aren't wrong. Women are my preference. I have a distinct taste, is all."

He nods trying to figure out just what I want, but I am sure he knows I am more into the darker forces of sexual experience.

"This place is all about letting your tastes be indulged."

I offer a smile in return. "I have to regretfully decline. I should head out. If you need me again, you know how to contact me."

"Fair enough" He stands and offers a hand to shake. I take it gritting my teeth. Another social cue, I never understood. "Thank you for being discrete as always"