Had he ever felt it like this, before becoming champion of the grand Arena? Kylo can't recall a time he'd ever found such satisfaction. The dead lie at his feet. Every part of his body hums with power— all but glows with the overabundance of it. He breathes dread magnificence as the crowd roars, the weight of its collective attention settling on him like a rich, heavy mantle.
Brutality, Kylo's come to realise, is a freedom they all covet. That's why they gather to watch him work, not that most of them would admit it. Most prefer to keep a safe distance from the question rather than ask themselves what it is they enjoy about watching the carnage... but not all. Sometimes, Kylo catches an edge of panic or a moment of revulsion. Rarely, he feels a fascination stirring and refusing to resolve— and that's when he knows someone in the audience won't be satisfied with anything less than a conversation.
He's a generous monster. Once he's stalked the perimeter of the arena as if marking territory, Kylo retires to his personal chambers to remove his armour and have whatever wounds he's received treated. He doesn't have the door locked.
Anyone seeking an audience is welcome to come find him there: there's a good chance he's expecting a visit.
EARLY DAYS: Were You Not Entertained?
Had he ever felt it like this, before becoming champion of the grand Arena? Kylo can't recall a time he'd ever found such satisfaction. The dead lie at his feet. Every part of his body hums with power— all but glows with the overabundance of it. He breathes dread magnificence as the crowd roars, the weight of its collective attention settling on him like a rich, heavy mantle.
Brutality, Kylo's come to realise, is a freedom they all covet. That's why they gather to watch him work, not that most of them would admit it. Most prefer to keep a safe distance from the question rather than ask themselves what it is they enjoy about watching the carnage... but not all. Sometimes, Kylo catches an edge of panic or a moment of revulsion. Rarely, he feels a fascination stirring and refusing to resolve— and that's when he knows someone in the audience won't be satisfied with anything less than a conversation.
He's a generous monster. Once he's stalked the perimeter of the arena as if marking territory, Kylo retires to his personal chambers to remove his armour and have whatever wounds he's received treated. He doesn't have the door locked.
Anyone seeking an audience is welcome to come find him there: there's a good chance he's expecting a visit.