#vicrul

[puppykylo]

Supreme Leader Ren is so stressed thankfully he has his knights to help him out!

A little late Happy Revenge of the 5th!

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✨Vicrul

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[makeshiftdraco]

Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag @scriberated !

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

Last line I wrote was for Touch & Taste, a short smutty reverse harem spin off from my Reylo Mafia AU The Thunderbolt. My last line is:

Kira’s gaze sharpened at his refusal, but it was lust rather than anger that served as the whetstone.

No pressure tags (I'm a couple short, and I'm sure most of you have been tagged already):

@klynnvakarian @myfavouritelunatic @myrsinemezzo @pursuitseternal @helenvader

@coraleethroughthelookingglass @theriverwild @jhalya @demonscantgothere @shady-swan-jones

@thecoziestbean @cliffdivingsblog @thrillofhope @rebelrebelwrites @hazelmaines

@marimosalad

[comicwaren]

From Star Wars: Hidden Empire #005, “Amaxine”

Art by Steven Cummings, Victor Olazaba, Wayne Faucher & GURU-eFX

Written by Charles Soule

[kylosbreedingkink]

Vicrul and Cardo have been through it all. They’ve been members since the Original Trilogy, lived through the New Republic and outlasted the previous members of their group. They were there until Exegol, they fought Vader, saved Vader, and so forth. There’s just so much history that only they can relate to with each other, Kylo? Ap’lek, Kuruk, and the others? They’re new guys. And Ren’s death marked the end of the OT roster. Despite everything, these two have made it until the bitter end.

What I’m saying is, Vicrul and Cardo should bang. Get romantic even. Vicardo, how about that?

Hello KoR anon. You're exactly right.

Maybe these two actually had an icy start with one another, preferring to keep to themselves, never even interacting much during the mandatory KoR orgies, or bonding exercises as Ren used to call them. Over time though, as the others have died, they became closer. Much closer. Particularly so when the new kid killed Ren. Ren, who had been there with them through it all, and now all they had was each other, following some socially inept lunatic grandson of Vaders. Vicardo, to the bitter end.

[yourfavesaysfag]

Vicrul from The Star Wars Franchise says Fag.

[tinalbion]

SHE’S BACK AT IT AGAIN!!! GO AND READ IT!

Lesson in Silence (Kylo Ren X Reader X Knights)

Lesson 4

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Just reader having a semi-panic attack and all that would entail. Nothing really graphic.

Author note: I bet you'd thought you'd seen the last of star wars. Surprise.

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AO3 Link: Lesson 4

Prev Ch: Lesson 3

Recap: He pulled his hand away and pried your grip off him before pushing away, "It's a threat." Your back was still glued to the wall as he slowly backed away. You couldn't move as you watched his form head to the same door his comrades had left. He stopped short of the door and spoke, "We'll see who you are," he hit the button to open the panel, "Arms technician."

Your head rocked back to rest against the wall as the door slid shut. 

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Your eyes were locked to the spot Vicrul had briefly stopped before the durasteel concealed him. Breath sticking in your throat as sweat trickles down your back all the while anticipation making a home on your insides. An altogether unpleasant sensation that had your stomach clenched tight waiting for something– anything, to happen. Your heart pitter-pattering out of control with the mix of apprehension and the heat Vicrul left burning beneath it all.

After a time of standing there, back glued to the wall with bated breath sure that there was something else to come, nothing came. You didn't want to trust it. Today was the worst day you'd had in a long while, so why wouldn't the force turn from bad to worse. But nothing happened…at least not yet.

You were more than half expecting that all three of the knights were about to walk back in any second. They'd reveal this was some sort of elaborate ploy for their amusement and that they'd known what you were the moment you'd walked into the gym. 

Better yet, maybe it was taking so long because they'd left only to gather with their entire ensemble, Commander Ren included, before they stormed back into the gym to split you open. Both figuratively and literally. Dissecting any and all information the commander deemed of interest. 

The thoughts floated through your scattered brain, kicking your slowly calming panic back to life. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt that the master of the knights of Ren would find the things inside your head very interesting. 

You couldn't help but imagine his wrath. Breath hitching and eyes widened as your mind warred with itself. If you stayed glued to this wall and they came back, there wouldn't be anything pleasant about that interaction. Trying to convince your muscles they weren't made of stone wasn't working. Likely a form of shock mixed with the still present fear and anxiety. Mind split between rational thinking and the conjured scenario of being cornered again.

Commander Ren would probably look at you with a little less hatred than an actual Jedi– or worse, a resistance member. But being Jedi adjacent, no matter that the association was outside of your control, he'd surely still consider that an offense punishable by death.

A shiver ran down your spine, dampening some of the residual heat Vicrul had left coursing through your blood. Your eyes fluttered closed thinking of the said knight.

You'd misjudged him– Grossly misjudged him. It made your skin crawl to think that you'd essentially walked straight into the proverbial krayt dragon's mouth on a silver platter. You could be stupid, like anyone else, but this was by far the most careless you'd been in years.

It didn't matter that the threat of the Commander clouded your judgment. At least, it shouldn't have. Your master's voice hissed in the back of your mind of how weak you were. Clenching a fist had her voice die, but she was right. Misdirection was your greatest asset, a cloak you wore daily. You should have recognized the way the force dripped off of him. Force influencing your feelings should have been another red flag of the danger he posed. 

Jaw clenching as a taunting imitation of your master's cruel laughter rang in the back of your consciousness. You hadn't realized he was a walking death sentence and instead, you'd fawned over him like a schoolgirl. If you could be that inaccurate with an apprentice…had you also misjudged their master? 

Throttling your force presence made everything feel muted…like you were moving through the world with a blanket of fog obscuring things that used to be sharp-edged. Could your senses have dulled more than you'd realized? Teeth grinding as you questioned everything. Was your assessment of the Commander even close?

If he was a master of the art, he could have slipped in unnoticed or disguised his true intentions with a lazy mental touch. Your chest tightened and blood chilled– he was the master of the Knights of Ren, a Sith. He was lethal, deadly, manipulative..it was more than plausible…but your gut instinct, the force within you, didn't sit right.

There was only ever one person that had slipped into your mind so masterfully. You'd never felt his breach, any caress, or pushing against your mental shields. You'd only heard the sound of his voice and felt the way his presence spread like poison. Clenching your eyes hard in an attempt to stifle that train of thought. You didn't need to rouse his attention and you'd had enough for today. 

No, you were sure the Commander hadn't felt sinister when he'd brushed against you. The way he'd caressed your mental boundaries wasn't unpleasant either. There was a grace in the way it washed over you even. He'd distinctly felt like a lothcat at one point, but a nexu was probably a better description. Grace, dexterity, power. That fits the Commander, he even had a nexu's temper. 

The way he'd pressed against you hadn't even felt suspicious or invasive. He was amused more than anything else, especially with what you'd thought about Vicrul. There wasn't anything to indicate that he suspected you of anything beyond being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Besides, if the others also suspected you then why leave you alone? Majority rule and all that. They risked the chance of letting you slip away.… Unless they wanted to see what you'd do? Where you'd go or who you'd contact…

If you were in their place it'd be a good tactic if you were suspected to be a member of a larger group, like the rebels. It hadn't felt like they were suspicious of you for that particular crime. But the Commander had made Vicrul test you for something…

Forehead wrinkled in thought, he'd certainly asked his apprentice to push you…but from the crackling delight, you'd felt it came off more of a jab for amusement than to actually assess you for allegiance. Maybe that was more of a test for Vicrul than you. He hadn't realized what the swirling of the force around you meant…and Cardo had said the Commander taught him to influence other's emotions. Maybe that was more recent than you realized.

Your muscles were slowly starting to relax from their rigidness. Either way, whatever the commander's reasons for testing you, his temper hadn't flared. Of that you were certain. Even muted, you'd been drowned in his waves of rage before. Your master had constantly condemned you for how emotional you were, but she would have deemed the Commander a lost cause. He never held back or masked his anger�� but then why would he, being Sith? It was power after all.

Your mind began to settle. You could trust his rage. If he'd broached the inner workings of your mind, he wouldn't have been able to conceal the spike of rage that would have rolled off him. Which meant those nerve-tingling caresses were as deep as he'd dug. Vicrul was the special case with his damned sensitivity. Either of you would make a good example of how the force was nuanced– spawning different affinities for interaction and interpretation.

Although, his parting threat more than ensured he'd reveal his suspicion at some point– whatever those suspicions were. So if he hadn't snitched yet, there was only a finite amount of time before the Commander heard something about you. 

It'd be beyond foolish to think he'd keep something like that from his master for long. Even if by some stroke of luck he held back, master's had a way of pulling things from their apprentices. You'd know. 

Once it came to light, you wouldn't have to question if the Commander had peeked into your mind, he'd slice it open. You could see it now– being dragged into some nondescript interrogation room, Commander Ren prying into you in every way possible until you were no more than a broken thing at his feet. 

He'd reel all the information you'd buried into the depths of your mind back to the surface. Picking you apart until he found exactly what made you tick. 

Once the Commander saw what you'd hidden away, you couldn't imagine him leaving you alive. Too much of a threat for that.

Your overactive mind, or the force, provided a vivid image of the scene. The Commander would be towering and massive, flanked by Vicrul. Your thighs clenched, somehow Vicrul looked even more delicious standing next to his master. 

There was a cocktail of anticipation and thrill that swirled in your gut. An exasperated sigh left your parted lips. The shock and fear were finally subsiding, but something far worse and more moronic was taking its place- lust. 

The idea of dark leathers wrapped around an even darker presence had heat slithering back into your lower stomach. The image of master and apprentice sparked goosebumps along your arms and it wasn't from fear. The knight really must have knocked something loose in your brain or you really needed to get laid.

Damn, Vicrul. The thought didn't hold any real conviction, just a resignation that served to pull you away from the panic-driven scenarios and back into reality. At least there was no one storming in. You still had your freedom– for now.

The adrenaline had finally puttered out, muscles no longer locked up. Letting yourself fully sag back against the wall until you slid down into a heap on the floor. The hum of silence was your only companion as you tried to decide your next move.  

There were going to be more moments like this. Even if Vicrul hadn't been here today, Cardo would have picked up the slack to make your life hell. Now that he knew who you were, he would have come knocking on the armory door at some point. At least you wouldn't have had this lust-addled brain.

Tilting your head back to rest against the wall as your gaze lifted to the barren durasteel ceiling. A sense of unease settled through you at the empty chill of the room and your thoughts.

Being in the First Order had always been risky. You knew that. It'd been something you'd considered and still made the decision that it was the best option. 

Master's first lesson reared its head– safety was a lie. For as much disdain you held for her, the lessons she imparted were begrudgingly relevant. 

Vicrul had only reminded you of that fact. He'd noticed you in a way no one else would have. As muted as you were, he'd still felt the subtle pull you gave off. The slightest current shift within a moving stream. Your jaw clenched as frustration spiked, fuck him.

Poor choice of words on your part because your thighs clenched tight. You really would have fucked him if that's where it went after Cardo and Trudgen left. Even knowing he wouldn't drop this, not with the need for answers you sparked. You would have let him bend you whichever way he liked. Still would.

If he made good on his promise– threat– you'd ask for more. A nagging feeling told you he'd be able to satisfy you. An itch you weren't aware needed scratching until he was directing you to it. 

Knocking your head softly against the wall at the sentiment. As true as it may be, you didn't need to focus on that. Master would have struck you down herself had she been here. Especially if she knew how eagerly you'd spread your legs for someone like him.

The thought had a sense of acceptance slowly unfurled in your chest. You were always her greatest failure, at least you were still consistent in that. Fist clenching as you really tried to feel bad about how many lines you'd crossed, lessons ignored, and discipline abandoned in your dance with the three knights. 

There wasn't anything you could change about what you'd done. Shouldn't be sitting here focusing on it so much. All you could do was figure out where to go. With the burning between your thighs and clenched thighs, it'd probably be in your best interest to get laid as soon as possible. You'd still fuck Vicrul if he offered, but at least you'd have a clearer head.

There were a few different partners you had on the station. Nothing serious or particularly satisfying, but it'd take the edge off. You'd need to be as alert as you could for whenever your next run-in might be. Leaving base wasn't an option at this point. At least not something as drastic as stealing a ship and skipping to the next system.

No, your loud mouth stole that option. It'd be too odd if you were suddenly gone. Even if it was just Cardo seeking you out for a new mod, you couldn't just be gone. They'd know something was off. Especially if Albrekh couldn't reach you. That'd be the equivalent of you admitting something was worth hiding. They'd hunt you just for running.

You could request a transfer off base. Make up something about work relationships breaking down. Possible bad break up causing you to be inefficient or in a hostile environment….That route would take time though. Something you might not have, but you'd have to risk it if you'd wanted it believable. 

There was no way Hux would approve your transfer as your work stood now. Gu'il wouldn't either. You'd need months to let your production suffer and appear disorganized. Small mistakes here and there causing your work quality to slip. Signs that you were under some kind of stress without causing too many red flags. 

It could work if you played it right. It all hinged on being able to survive whatever came next with the knights. 

The click of a fan humming to life cut through the buzzing silence as your mind settled on the plan. If you wanted a fighting chance, getting laid was your first course of action. 

Who to pick though? You shuffled through your options mentally, pursing your lips. Fero was probably the best option. He was another arms technician, but typically worked the mid-shift. 

You hadn't noticed him getting cozy with anyone recently, so he'd probably be open to a hook-up. The two of you were friendly and you'd made it clear it was just stress relief and he'd been fine with keeping it that way.

He'd probably still have a few more hours before shift end, but if you headed back to the shop you could work on the sniper like you'd wanted and then have a quickie if he was game for it. 

Mind settled and emotions back in place, you pushed yourself up off the ground. You'd make a pit stop by the mess hall and grab something quick. You'd shoot Fero a message asking if he was at the shop or out on the station somewhere and go from there. 

[not-so-allegiant-general]

1/? (5? maybe, don't expect anything very cooehisive it's just... some kylux shorts, they are connected but rather loose, and this one is the longest one i think, anyway enjoy!)

Hux sighed curling himself on the bed. His spine was killing him today. Surely with cooperation of old leg wound. It’s funny how his security was scared of dangers and assassins and the biggest threat so far appeared to be his own body. He should be up long ago but pain kept him lying there weak and useless. He ignored when the door opened. Only one person had a clearance to come in to his private rooms. "Mitaka told me you did not appear today yet. They start to think that their Emperor is dead." Kylo sat down next to him. "Tell them i am." Kylo snorted and look around. "Where's the hypo?" "On my desk." Knight brought it, looking at the set dose. "Isn't it too much?" "Kiff off" Hux said and rolled his eyes when Kylo reduced it and gave him a shot. He breathed out when painkillers kicked in. He uncurled himself slowly and laid on his back looking at Ren. " Let's take Night Buzzard" He gave up. Kylo frowned. "After you went in so much trouble to explain to me that it will absolutely ruin our image and ruin everything. And after sending me a list on reasons why it is the worst idea.?" Hux closed his eyes. "We will land somewhere and change for command shuttle." He sighed. Kylo nodded without arguing. " I will put your brace on." He stood up. Hux sat up slowly on the edge of the bed. Looking at metal device Kylo took out. "Did you consider medics offer?" "Yes. I did. I like my leg enough to keep it, thank you." Kylo smiled amused. " You are in great mood today, my Emperor." He clipped brace on his leg and Hux hissed grasping the edge of the bed. He rested his head on Ren's shoulder breathing out slowly. Ren held him carefully and helped him stood up steadying him. "Stop than. I am capable of standing by myself." Hux snapped at him. "I know you are, Hux." Hux rolled his eyes taking his clothes from the cabinet. "Maybe wear something more comfortable today?..." Hux shoot him angry look and pressed his lips together. "Kriff off Ren. I don't have time for your pointless caring today." Kylo fell quiet. Hux disappear in the fresher. When he was ready and dressed up Ren was gone. He sighed biting his lip. Great. He totally needs upset Ren today.

They met few hours later on the Night Buzzard. He travelled this ship quite often now as knights of Ren was far better security than stormtroopers and the vessel alone was bigger than the standard command shuttle. Hux usually stayed in Kylo's quarters or bed. He did not support travelling with it to any diplomatic event, though. It was a war shuttle and Knights of Ren were not heralds of peace. "Emperor. The course is set to Yavin Imperial Residency. Our ETA is 7000 hour. Temperature  is 0 Celsius." Mitaka said dutifully. His report was followed by burst of laughter of the knights. "Thank you, Captain. Vicrul, Turdgen. "He glanced at knights "laugh one more time at any of my officers and i will cut you open with your own weapon" Vicrul lowered his head a little but Hux knew there is a wide grin behind that mask. Times when Hux did not know their names and faces were long gone. "Emperor.”Vicrul bowed ” Master Ren’s quarters are to your disposition." "And where is he?" " Already there. He is meditating. " Of course. Hux thought annoyed. He walked into Kylo's quarters ignoring knight on the floor and sat down on the bed. He was used to finding Kylo in variety of strange position on the floor. Not really sleeping but not awake either. It was disturbing but he did get used to it. Hux took off his cape and searched his bag for the hypo. He cursed under his breath unable to find it. " There is second one in my bag" Kylo said without opening his eyes. Hux glanced at him and took out the other hypo "thanks to my useless care" Hux froze clenching his jaw and looked on the bag. "I said. Pointless not useless" "Ah. So taking a spare hypo is pointless in your opinion?" Hux sighed rubbing his forehead. "I don't want to argue with you. " Kylo snorted. "There was not even one day in the last years that you didn't want to argue. Darling." "Well. I don't want to today. What is it that you want to hear? " Kylo shook his head on disbelief. "I am sorry, Kylo. I didn't mean to offend you. I appreciate your help. Please don't be mad. Would suffice." Hux gave himself a shot of medications. "I didn't mean to offend you." "Yeah. You missed almost the whole thing with nice words." Kylo stood up, Hux followed and kissed him. 'Will holing your hand during celebration excuse me from speaking nice words?'" Kylo pressed his lips together scolding himself for even considering this but... "In front of everyone and during whole celebration? " Hux rolled his eyes. "Fine. If you enjoy watching yourself holding hands on Holonet that much" "You are excused form an apology. But do tell me one more time that i am useless" he hissed grabbing Hux by the collar. Hux did not miss that he was careful. Delicate even "and you will regret." "I will care to be properly scared, when you will care to threat me properly" he snorted and open his eyes widely feeling pressure on his windpipes. Adrenaline rushed through his veins. It was almost exhilarating but it quickly vanished. Hux took a deep breath, composing himself. "Be careful what you wish for, Armitage." Ren whispered and Hux almost ripped his cape dragging him to bed.

[kyluxxed]

Vicrul: You should probably stop stalking your ex. It's not healthy.

Kylo: No

Vicrul: You know there are other people besides Hux. Maybe you should try-

Kylo: I have dated other people.

Vicrul: And...?

Kylux: I killed them all.

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Digital Sketchbook - Vicrul's Helmet (The Knights of Ren)

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[comicwaren]

From Star Wars: Hidden Empire #004, “Rings”

Art by Steven Cummings, Victor Olazaba, Wayne Faucher and GURU-eFX

Written by Charles Soule

[kylo-wrecked]

{ cont'd from here }

He reached the leather-sheathed apparatus of his hand into that shimmering fury. Gently stoked the air with his index finger extended. To Ren, rage was always a frost. How warm hers was. War's fury. Perhaps it would spit the flesh off his bone.

"You're so angry," he spoke softly, letting the hand fall at his side, ulnar and radial channels tingling, warping like his helm's tenor. "I wonder if I should call upon a more stable warrior for this mission. Vicrul... Underskilled, but...”

Animals chattering, groaning, warmongering. Gnashing teeth and clanging in their pens. Ren's helm was one such pen for a creature Shiloh had never seen outside its cage. A wolfing creature in a cowl whose stole clinked with a twenty-four-point vertebral constellation, making half its revolution around her, tempting fate. Drawing the visors of the troopers and the stench of expectancy from the bridge their way.  

The helm addressed Shiloh with its chromium scowl, drawn closer, blinking with the ceiling panels.

"You'll fall apart at two words."

@itmeanspeace

[kylosbreedingkink]

Carnage is a cat boy kylo fic in the same verse as this one cat (boys) are a mysterious kind of folk

except this time it's RenBen and filthy I strongly join Kylo to Cat Boy as I like to include a lot of cat behaviours into my cat boys, and Kylo already shows a hell of a lot of feline coded behaviour. How he wants to be seen and get attention but at the same time seems to hate it, how he has little regard for the life of others unless they directly affect him, how no matter what his hair (fur) always looks spotless and perfect, how he seems to value comfort over style. Incredibly Cat Boy coded.

The first page: It was carnage. Beautiful, beautiful carnage. It wasn’t often they get Kylo to actually wake from a nap long enough to join them on a job, to the point where Vicrul was complaining about the lazy new recruit never pulling his own weight, but when it did happen? Well it was like a holiday for Ren and the boys. Just point the cat boy in a direction, sit back, and watch nature unfold.

The job was a fun one, hired by some crime lord to teach a permanent lesson to a rival. The rivaling groups had been on at each other for some time, in fact Ren had taken jobs for both sides in this conflict. However this was going to be an end to that, and with a nice hefty pay out too. A simple get in and slaughter the whole bloody lot of them. Of course, the risk with such a job is high, and with high risk comes high costs. Costs Ren demanded up front and in full. He wasn’t going to risk one of his knights without being fully compensated.

Of course, said crime lord had no idea that they had a cat boy on their side. A particularly vicious Force attuned cat boy, minimising all risks to his boys, to the point where Ren was pretty sure that Cardo was more likely to off himself out of boredom than anything else (Cardo never could appreciate the beauty in watching someone else work). For him and the lads were currently lounging at the side of the room, Ren having made sure they all stay back, whilst Kylo ran riot. They’d been staying back since they had arrived, and none of them had seen any action today. So Ren could understand the frustration, but they really needed to learn to appreciate art when they see it.

And run riot Kylo did. It would be very difficult for anyone to determine the identities of the bodies left behind, though Ren is not sure who would even want to traverse the parts and entrails scattered around.

This was exactly why Ren was interested in the feral cat boy, back years ago when they first saw him on that job artifact hunting for Snoke. Just looking through the offerings of the temple when none other than Cat Boy Luke turned up, nephew in tow. He could see the beginnings of discontent between the two, not uncommon for two cat boys living in close quarters, and couldn’t help but sow a bit more discontent there and offer a place for the younger if he ever finds he needs it.

And here they were, nearly ten whole years later. It’s been the best investment Ren has ever made.

Kylo was starting to slow down now, having eliminated anything moving, and had begun licking the blood and viscera from between his fingers in long swipes of his felid tongue. Though Ren could tell from the twitching of his large tufted ears and the puffiness of his tail that the cat boy was far from calming down.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

6/6 | 5/6 | 4/6 | 3/6 | 2/6 | 1/6

"Welcome on holiday cruise to Arkanis Imperial Residency. Our ETA is 2000 hour and the temperature is probably cold as fuck."

Knights laugh as Vicrul ended his report with mocking bow. Hux draw short blade from Vicruls holster and unceremoniously shoved it into his abdomen. Knights stop laughing. Kylo just sighed leaning on the console.

"Armitage..."

"I warned him."

Vicrul fell on his knees holding the knife.

"He should be grateful that i missed all important parts of him. He should thank me." Kylo rolled his eyes. Vicrul raised his eyes to look at Hux and grinned.

"Thank you, my Emperor" he said. Hux smiled tilting his head and looking at the drops of blood on the floor.

"Pleasure is mine...” He moved away when Kylo wanted to put hand on his waist. “Do not.”

He did not talk to him whole travel. Until they were standing on the balcony of the Imperial Residency on Arkanis.

“Armitage. You will catch a cold.”. Kylo winced feeling cold wind on his face but stood next to him. Hux opened his eyes and glanced at him.

“I never had a cold.” He shook his head. “Why did you brought me here?”

“Do you regret? Coming here?” Hux leaned on him.

“No. I thought… but”

“But it’s just a planet right? Nothing more. Nothing less.” Hux snorted.

“Nothing more. Nothing less.” He echoed staring at the endless ocean.

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

Part I

'I watch you suffer as I once had, I sense the pain in you, the pain I once endured.'

'And I revel in it'

:::Rogue:::

...

'You won't admit it because you can't even admit it to yourself. We are one and the same.'

'Two parallel counterparts, creating a dyad within the dark side of the force.'

:::Kylo Ren:::

...

'Let those who hurt you fall and take pleasure in them watching, as you rise'

:::Vicrul:::

...

'Let there eyes fill with jealousy at the sight of your newborn power.'

'For deep down within them, they fear it' 

:::Ushar:::

...

'But of course, young one. You died young but within the flames you were reborn'

'And from ashes of the fallen you rose'

:::Cardo:::

...

'You strive to be the unexpected and as for those that do not expect you, well...'

'Let them suffer the consequences'

:::Ap'Lek:::

...

'Many cower in the face of the shadow, Many die there but you...'

'You seem to thrive there'

:::Kuruk::: 

...

'People will learn to fear you once they see you standing atop your enemies bodies...'

'They will look on with fear in their eyes and will never make an enemy of you.'

'Rather a god.'

:::Trudgen:::

...

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Digital Sketchbook Dual Illustrations

VICRUL / BO-KATAN KRYZE

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