ATTENTION: This story contains violence and warped Version of Kylo ren. Please do not read if you cannot handle Gore and vulgarness Ultraviolence: extreme excessive violence for the pleasure and thrill of it "Who are you?" he asked. His voice deep and modulated from the helmet he was wearing made me nauseous from fright. This didn't even feel like a dream anymore. I was frozen unable to comprehend the towering figure before me. Snowflakes stuck to his robes. I went to back away but It felt like i was walking through water, too slow to try and run from him. I felt powerless in his presence. Powerless in my own nightmare. "Are you the devil" I choked. He tilted his head drinking me in "To you, I might just be"