I was a boy who used to be in the resistance. But now, I am a man commanding legions of armies for the first order,ruling on the mercilessness of rage, the monstrosity of anger. The peacefulness of red. I am stronger that way. I belong to the order and the order belongs to me. Unlike the weakness of my competitors that lies in their foundation we find strength in it. The pleasure of striking the girl down with my light saber was for filling . Nothing unlike what had happened before. I didn't mean to kill her, no, she was more valuable than that. We could use her. She was ignorant and untalented and lost and surely it would have twisted her passion and loyalty, made her bitter. She would turn, or she would be made to. I didn't even think I would have to force the effort upon her, but I was prepared to do it.
Externally she looked weak. Covered in wounds, bleeding out viciously and pale emotionless eyes that looked as if they were holding on to each last breath. She was malnourished, skinny, and her hair hung limply from her corpse and I was disgusted by the sight of her. But there was something else. Not the force, no, not as we knew it. But an energy. Something that was condemning her now but if she could harness it.. I could see beautiful destruction in her hands.
I would be holding those hands. She would be mine. Then I would be definitely unstoppable.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered, closed for a moment and reopened, more alive than before. She sat up. I saw more elegancy and power to her than I had whilst she slept. There was a certain way that she moved that made me crave holding her, controlling her. But she was still disgusting. The resistance was. It was inevitable that they would fall. That they would perish. And still, they had the nerve to kill our soldiers and try to fault our plans.
Well we would be ruthless.
I knew the only technique that I had proven to work in such cases. Women. They didn't like being treated without respect. I would receive the best results if I went to her, in a more endearing way. If I looked vulnerable. Because of course i wasn't. Steel was strong. The mask was strong. The force was stronger and the dark side was inpenetrable. But I felt it again. Not the pull to the light, though that lingered still through the darkest of moments. An obsession with her, something I had never felt before. It didn't worry me as much as it could have. After all, i didn't want to care for her. But the lust for control on her was intense. I wanted to possess her.
I had never felt like this before.
This blinding obsessing need that numbed the rest of my senses, blurred my vision, muted my hearing, tied my tongue in knots.And then she spoke.
Woooooooo Kylo.
This is going to be short because I need sleep but please comment.
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Anyway, lots of love guys,
Bella x
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Magic of Darkness: A Kylo ren fanfiction
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