This is just a short one-shot inspired by the movie. Warning, spoilers!
Kylo Ren stared at the badly damaged helmet placed on the little "altar" he had built for it. He had spent countless of hours looking at it, seeking for guidance. Seeking for strength to become as strong as him. The man who he idolized. Ever since Kylo had been a child, he had heard stories about him. Stories about the most feared and powerful man in all the galaxies who had found his way back to the light in the end. Master Luke had often said how that proved that it was never too late. The light was stronger than darkness.
Master Luke had been wrong. There was much more power in darkness. Yes, power. That was what Kylo had always craved for. He wanted to be stronger than anyone else. Just like him. It made no difference how he had died, if those stories were true at all. Absentmindedly Kylo's fingers touched his own helmet. It wasn't an exact replica of his helmet, but Kylo had used it as inspiration. He had chosen to wear it for two simple reasons. One; it caused fear and two; it had helped him to become who he really was.
He had been just a young boy when his abilities had emerged and his parents had wanted him to have the best possible guidance. They had wanted him to become a Jedi. At first Kylo had liked the idea, but all those rules and limitations… Those he had never liked. Master Luke had tried to teach him patience and serenity, but really, why would he want to learn those kinds of things when he could do whatever he wanted. That had been the first thing that had attracted him about the dark side, freedom. Then there was of course the power.
Kylo wanted nothing more than become as strong and feared as he had been. Perhaps even more feared. Someday he could become The Supreme Leader and make things how he wanted them to be. Everyone would bow down to him. The thought made him smile, although there was no warmth in his smile. If he ever wanted to achieve his goal, he couldn't have any useless feelings. Sympathy, pity, guilt, love… No, he didn't have those feelings.
"Ben… I love you, Ben… No matter what happens, you'll always be my son…"
Kylo clenched his fists and focused on the damaged helmet.
"Please grant me your guidance," he asked. "Show me the way."
He didn't get any reply, but he felt stronger, more determined. He wasn't Ben Solo, the son of Han Solo and Leia Organa, the nephew of Luke Skywalker and the grandson of Anakin Skywalker. No, he was Kylo Ren, the grandson of Darth Vader. That was his true self. Ben Solo was dead.