A/N: Alright, well I did it again. I can't seem to stop writing Reylo fanfiction...it's sort of addicting. In this piece I tried to really capture the Kylo Ren side of Ben Solo, so it will not be the kind of Reylo fic where he and Rey get together right away. He is not nice starting out and truly is a bit of a monster. I am not very good at slow burn because I lack patience in waiting for the hard core fluff though, so we will see how long I can stretch it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this story and I will do my best to update relatively regularly, as it will likely be a several chapters long.

As always, please REVIEW! I live to get feedback on my work! :D

Disclaimer (I feel like I always forget to do these): I do not own anything pertaining to Star Wars.

Summary: Kylo Ren has one goal: destroy the entire Resistance so he can rule the galaxy as Supreme Leader of the First Order. The one person who still stands between him and that goal is Rey, so he is hellbent to find and kill her. However, when his opportunity comes, Kylo finds himself hesitant. Is she truly an obstacle he must overcome, a weakness...or is she his greatest strength?

Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of the entire First Order's galactic empire, was about to Force throw someone through a wall. The only reason he hadn't already was because he couldn't decide on a victim. He was in the middle of a meeting with General Hux and a few of his other commanders and if he had to hear one more report about some insignificant planet near the outer rim that had been decimated or miniscule village that had bowed to the First Order's authority to avoid such destruction, the nearest control panel was going to be obliterated. And that was if he could hold himself back from running one of the officers through with his saber. As it was he could feel the hilt of weapon against his hip, practically goading him to ignite it.

Kylo's gloved fingers twitched and he had to force himself to merely curl them inwards into a tight fist that he held securely to his side.

It wasn't as if they were telling him bad news, Kylo thought, trying to calm himself. In fact, it was the exact opposite. the First Order had never been more powerful. Across the galaxy, its influence was consuming civilization after civilization and planet after planet. Soon, he knew, the authority of the First Order would be the only one known by all.

That, at least, should have pleased him. He was anything but pleased. The Resistance was still out there and so long as it was, bringing a new order to the galaxy would be next to impossible. It was a part of the past and so it needed to be destroyed to make room for real change.

And that is where he and the other commanders disagreed. Hux and the others believed that the Resistance was no longer a threat after they were nearly destroyed on Crait. Those fools thought that they would never amount to anything again, since there were so few of them left.

Kylo knew better.

As long as the Resistance still lived, a spark of hope still burned in the galaxy, threatening the First Order's rule. As long as Rey was still with them they were a threat. Kylo wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating her. She truly was his equal in the light and for that reason he knew that when the time came, only one of them could remain. In the end they would fight and one would fall.

That spark had to be extinguished.

She had to be extinguished.

Kylo knew he would do it. At his next opportunity, he would kill Rey. He would kill the last Jedi.

Yet, day after day, the other commanders pressed him to continue taking resources away from searching for the Resistance in favor of continuing to spread their dominion to the furthest reaches of the galaxy.

"Sir?"

Kylo was jerked back to the present conversation when Hux's voice cut through his thoughts. He raised his eyes to meet those of the red haired general.

"Yes?"

"What say you to the new plans, sir? Of extracting divisions 52 and 53 from their current objective and sending them to aid in the battle for supremacy on the planet Holden?" Hux reiterated, and Kylo did not miss the barely concealed condescending tone with which he spoke.

"My answer stands." He replied, curtly.

"But Supreme Leader," another officer tried. Kylo was fairly certain his name was Vernon. Or perhaps it was Gunter? He didn't very much care. "The situation on Holden is looking promising. With a few more troops the entire planet will be ours within a few days."

Kylo turned his eyes on the short and pudgy man, who in turn squirmed uncomfortably under his commander's withering gaze. "My answer stands." He repeated. "I will not alter my command and I expect all of you to obey it or be prepared to face the consequences."

"Supreme Leader, please," now a third man spoke, Captain Hilkens. He was taller, though not nearly as tall as Kylo, with piercing blue eyes and light blond hair. "See reason. Officer Vernon is right. We can easily split the troops so that a swifter victory is gained on Holden, without taking away from our hunt for the last remnants of the Resistance–" the officer suddenly stopped and clutched at his throat, eyes widening in shock as he gasped for breath that was no longer there.

Against his side, Kylo was subtly clenching his hand, bringing his curled fingers closer and closer to his palm as he used the Force to slowly crush the man's windpipe. Not that he needed to be subtle. Every soul in the room knew it was him.

Captain Hilkens fell to his knees as he continued to gasp. No one else dared say a word as Kylo rose to his feet and addressed them all.

"I will not sanction the removal of any more troops from hunting for the Resistance. I want them found and destroyed. Unless someone has news of their position, I will no longer be disturbed with these insignificant reports. Have I made myself clear?" He said, his voice a deadly calm.

"Yes, Supreme Leader." Hux muttered, his words echoed by the other officers. Satisfied, Kylo released Captain Hilkens, who slumped to the ground and started gasping, coughing violently as his body tried to recover from the lack of oxygen.

"Now," Kylo continued. "Is there anything else?"

As if on cue, a First Order tech came hurrying in the direction of Kylo and the other officers. "Supreme Leader," he said. "The Resistance has made an appearance on Holden. We don't know much else at the moment, but it appears their numbers have…recovered since Crait."

"How is that possible?" Hux snarled in disbelief.

Kylo clenched his fists and it took everything in him not to choke the life out of the loathsome general. He had freaking told them that they shouldn't count the Resistance out just yet. And now here was the proof that he had been right.

"We don't know, sir." Replied the tech, looking nervous.

"How many?" Kylo asked calmly, though he was anything but.

"We don't know, sir. Oh wait," he paused and listened to something on his intercom link. "The numbers are estimated between 200 and 300 fighters. They also seemed to have acquired about 30 X-wings and even a few TIE fighters."

"What? How? We are the only ones with TIE fighters and we destroyed their X-wings." General Hux sounded incredulous.

Kylo ignored him and pressed on. "And how many troops do we have on the ground there?"

"250, sir. But only one squadron of TIE's."

One squadron was only about 25 fighters. "Send out more air support immediately." Kylo ordered. "And ready my ship along with three more stormtrooper divisions."

"Yes, sir." The tech said again and hurried away to carry out the commands he had been given.

"What are our orders, Supreme Leader?" The officer whom Kylo was fairly certain was called Vernon asked.

"Stand by and wait for my word once I get there." Replied Kylo and then he swept from the room, leaving no time for further questioning.

Within ten minutes Kylo had boarded his private craft along with a handful of guards and they took off from the base, followed by two transports full of stormtroopers. Sitting alone, he ignited his lightsaber and stroked the handle, imagining what it would feel like driving the weapon deep into Rey's chest. He wondered if she would have the capacity to return as a Force ghost and haunt him for eternity. Strangely, thinking about killing her did not bring the satisfaction he was expecting. Instead it rather disturbed him. The thought of her being truly gone had his mind reeling, and he tried desperately for a moment to pinpoint a singular emotion.

The attempt proved futile. Brushing aside his conflicting feelings, Kylo steeled himself. This was exactly why she had to die…why he had to end her. Every moment she drew breath he was torn between two sides; the light and the dark. For him to truly move forward as Supreme Leader she had to either join him or die. Since she had already been quick to reject his offer for the former, he was left with no other option but to strike her down.

A thought passed into Kylo's head abruptly, and he considered reaching out to his connection with Rey to see if he could locate her. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it has come. He couldn't open their link. If she detected him the Resistance would be informed of his impending arrival, and that of the First Order reinforcements.

So, instead he sat there in silence, listening to the hum of the engines and eagerly counting down the moments to when he would be able to confront her again. Counting down the seconds to when he would finally be able to put an end to his temptation in the light once and for all.