The Dark Side of Love Kylo Ren x Reader

Prologue: Oh Hell No

Prologue

I've lost track of the the amount of times that people have told me that 'I don't have to do this'. Hundreds of times, I've been told that 'this isn't who I am'. And don't get me started on the long list of the 'consequences I will have to face for my actions'. I'm sick of it, and I just want to get something straight. I really, really, don't care. I've chosen the path of darkness. I pondered for hours over what my Jedi Master had told me; which was to follow my heart. So I did follow it, and it has lead me to a greatness that he could never even comprehend. Being one of the Sith has opened so many more doors for me. It's ticked all the boxes that I wasn't even allowed to think about during my Jedi training. There are so many rules to be a Jedi - so many regulations. The Sith only have one rule really, and it is a rule that I do not ever intend to break, and that is to not betray the darkness to the light. I can safely say that that shall never even cross my mind. Why would it? When I'm sat here at the Starkiller base sipping tea with my fellow high-ranking associates, having a casual debate about the colour of Captain Phasma's armour.

"Don't you think it's a little sadistic of you, having a mirror like surface in front of your victims so that they can watch themselves die?" I said with a slight smirk, twirling the ends of my (h/l) (h/c) hair around my currently un-gloved fingers.

"You know, (F/n), that has never even occurred to me before," she leant back into the plush black sofa she was sat in and returned my smirk, "and now that you've mentioned it, I like this armour even more than I already did."

"You're welcome," laughing lightly, I rested my heavy-duty black leather boots on the coffee table between us, crossing my ankles and sipping more tea from my chrome cup. I was just about to bring up the fact the General Hux quite often smelt like ladies soap, when the devil himself came striding into the room looking rather flustered. He stopped abruptly in front of the coffee table, fiddling with a sheet of paper in his hand.

"Ma'am, Captain," he nodded to us in turn before getting to the point, "we have another Dark Jedi joining our ranks under the Supreme Leader's orders."

"We do?" my eyes widened slightly as I placed my cup on the table.

"This is the first I've heard about this," Phasma spoke, sounding a tad annoyed that she hadn't been informed.

"Yes a-and..." Hux trailed off, his eyes not meeting mine as they flickered between Phasma and the floor.

"Aaaaaaand?" I removed my feet from the coffee table and leant forwards in the hopes of coaxing the words easily from his lips.

"A-and he is to be placed under the care, supervision and tuition of M-miss (F/n) (L/n)..."

"WHAT!?" I stood suddenly and the blood seemed to flee from Hux's face, leaving him a ghastly shade of white and quivering in his boots.

"T-they're the Supreme Leader's orders Ma'am!" he took a step back as the furniture in the room began to tremble.

"I don't have time to be training some snot faced little brat who wants to kiss the Supreme Leader's arse. I have my own problems to be dealing with, surely he knows that!" the furniture in the room was trembling so much now that Captain Phasma had to stand up for the fear of getting motion sickness.

"(N/n), calm down, we can't afford to ruin another private room," I heard Phasma soften her voice over the buzzing that the Force was causing in my head. I could almost hear myself growling in frustration as I grabbed my lightsaber and mask off the table, fitting them accordingly and pulling up the large hood of my black robes as I stormed out of the room. Stormtroopers and other staff aboard the base were more than willing to scurry out the way as I came striding down the corridors towards Snoke, dead set on letting him have a piece of my mind.

We never recruit someone that is to be a higher ranking person who hasn't yet completed their training. What is Snoke thinking!? This boy is going to get himself killed within a week if he's not lucky, whether that's by an enemy or myself... I'll skewer him if he gets in my way. GAH! He better be related to bloody Darth Vader if he wants even the slightest ounce of my respect....

Things may frustrate me, but there's no better home than the Dark Side.