#gdmt

                                      ‘ forgive me, I feel it again...

                                            the pull to the  light. ’

                              //  heavy lies the crown

the dark warrior clasps the charred relic in one bare hand, holding it up against the light. his eyes tighten in response to the euphoric rush that slams into him like wave of steaming molten lava ( BURNING ! BURNING ! PURIFYING ! ). he sucks his teeth as his whole body tenses at the MIGHT of the invasive power---always resistant he was at first. KYLO REN centers himself by reliving opened  s c a r s ― the few memories that his MASTER allowed him to keep. timid light, violent darkness. ever stoking the fire of dark energy that kept the light hostage and simmering. when he had just become the SUPREME LEADER’s sworn apprentice, he vowed immunity from the curse that followed him his entire life ― from a lineage of WEAKNESS that still dared to hope for their son’s return when he had been MURDERED in COLD-BLOOD long ago. the weakness being in himself, for not being able to let them go. to let them ALL go. to kill the past ― to rid the galaxy of its vile scourge ― the taint of jedis and the ashes of siths. to dispose of all shattered things and broken systems. systems that had been reinstated and yet still fail after eons of attempts. ― N O  L O N G E R  ― 

ECHOES OF THE PAST GROW LOUDER IN THE DARK CAVERN HE HAS BECOME. I WILL BRING PEACE, FREEDOM, JUSTICE, & SECURITY TO MY NEW EMPIRE. the death of a boy leads to the man who still is haunted by the boy’s ghost and ends with a hero who has exorcised the dirty spirit; the heros journey takes an abrupt turn as he is plunged into the deepest rings of the foulest hell by a lover’s hand....after struggle, after suffering, the hero returns as something FAR greater than that pathetic boy could ever be.

                                  ‘ show me...

                                             grandfather... ‘ 

REN bellows the incantation or was it prayer, both fulfilling the same purpose ― summoning his grandfather’s powerful affinity to the dark-side’s ancient essence ― by channeling DARTH VADER’s MASK. he can feel the hole in the darkness where the sith lord had been ripped out, when resurrected as a light side entity. he could feel it’s fury and hatred. he finally understood it and  reveled in it  embracing it as it christened him the reigning dark lord of the sith ― DARTH ORPHEUS. CONSUMING THE REST OF HIS BRITTLE SOUL LIKE A BLAZE OF MERCILESS HELLFIRE. OBSIDIAN FLAMES. SEARING.& FAMISHED. a primordial darkness wrapped around every nerve and bone, and whispered constantly in his veins. guiding him to GREATNESS ― HIS DESTINY.