You understand, I got a plan for us

I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous

It must be fate, I found a place for us

I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous..

Chapter 1

Destiny Is For The Weak-Minded

There were very few things he enjoyed more than silence.

The welcoming shadows of his personal chambers enveloped him as he meditated. Here he could think. There were no unfortunate souls begging to be redeemed, no angry Olympians threatening to tear down his fortress if he didn't attend one of their atrocious dinner parties, no slimy handmaiden sprites begging for his undivided attention, and best of all..no Hux.

Hux was the thorn on the rose of his domain. Even the wanna-be God's bright auburn hair stood out like an eye sore in the foggy grey cloaked realm. Assistant Hux was once just a man; A Sith worshipper known for experimenting on old decaying bodies of dead Siths in an attempt to create an immortal. The Gods of Olympus were very displeased, and promptly murdered him when he almost succeeded. Zeus himself touched down to Earth for that one. Kylo ended up granting the wish of the damned man by making him into a Dvasia, an undead, as a thanks for his allegiance to the Sith, a group of humans that claimed to share small amounts of power that likened the Supreme Leader of the Underworld's.

Kylo had his reasons for keeping Hux around, to his own dismay. Hux gladly took charge in the day-to-day activities of the Supreme Leader of the Underworld whenever asked. His pale blotchy skin seemed to glow every time his leader gave him a turn on the stoney throne. Kylo would grow bored speaking to souls after a few hundred or so came to him, so why not have Hux finish it up? One by one they'd sing his praises and beg for mercy that may never come.

"Please, I've changed!"

"He deserved to die! He stepped out of our marriage!"

"I didn't mean to do it! She just looked..looked so..I just couldn't resist her!"

The dark lord had heard it all. If a soul found itself in his realm, it was there for a reason. There were no small sins being reaped here, except for maybe a few.

The Underworld was a vast, devastatingly dreary place. Colors bled together in a wash of blue and grey with the occasional crimson sparks of fire. Dark shadows clung to Kylo's shoulders down to his feet like a cloak, rolling off his heels as he walked. The limbotic circle of hell he called home held very few souls. The sparse wasteland housed not much more than light turquoise pools, tall blackened peeling trees and gray dry dirt that burst forth with ever step.

There were ten total circles of his realm. The first below his feet was Atitrazi, a world between worlds. This is where lost souls resided. Most of its population was made up of souls Kylo had decided would be their final resting place after they showed they served enough time as punishment for their sins. The rest were those who lived virtuous lives but denied the existence of the Gods. He rolled his eyes everytime that was brought up. He could care less if a human believed in him or any of the others. Their "punishment" was to live in a small drafty castle with nothing but each other, a home in which would always be undermined by Olympus itself.

The second ring was Geisti, home to those who's lust had ruled their lives. The third, Kristi, was for the gluttons. The fourth, Rajus, held the money-hungry as well as the selfish. The fifth circle, Pyktis, drowns the angry. The sixth, Isdav'kas, houses those that dared to go against the teachings of the Gods of Olympus. Kylo was most lenient to those banned to this ring. Most would be moved up to Atitrazi after their initial atonement. The seventh, Ziaurus, flames the most violent of humans. The eighth circle, Tash, was a prison for the fraudulent and false. The final ring was given the name Priaet. It seals its victims in a frozen lake. Victims being those that had lived by treachery and lies.

Kylo rarely visited the other rings. He preferred the solidarity of his gray castle in the wasteland between Atitrazi and the Earth's crust. More so, he preferred his secluded bed chambers deep in the castle above all. Zile, he called it; after the Sith word for grey. Fitting.

Solitude was his one and only friend in the Underworld, and he welcomed it with open arms. Here he could mediate, he could train, he could strengthen his abilities through the Force, something he knew he had mastered far better than any other Olympian though they would never admit it.

Kylo's right eye twitched slightly as he felt Hux's presence approach his door. Three quick knocks echoed through his chambers. He sat on nothing; levitating in the air cross-legged as he answered through his teeth, "What is it?"

"May I come in, Supreme Leader?"

He slowly stretched out his long legs, black clad boots softly touched the dark wooden floor.

"Yes." He replied begrudgingly.

Hux entered, wearing the expression of a frightened child. Something was wrong. Kylo didn't have to search his assistant's feelings to figure that.

"What is it?" Kylo barked.

Hux jumped slightly at the veracity of his leader's tone, but held himself at attention to relay the message; arms held tightly at his sides.

"Sir, the map to Olympus has been found."

"But you lost it." Kylo added.

Hux looked as if he were going to vomit, "Yes. But we know who has it now."

Kylo didn't answer, he waited for his assistant to finish while his dark eyes cut through the undead man like knives.

Hux regained his composure, "The map is in Jakku. One of the Sith stationed there sensed it being found. The Sith leaders attempted to find it but unfortunately their powers are too weak. They cannot track its exact location. Some say they are sure it is with a girl. They sense a female presence with it. We do have lookouts now on every corner of Jakk-" Hux's throat slammed shut as he gasped for air that never came. His pink face now flooded with red.

Kylo's gloved hand that controlled the Force choke came close to his pleading face, "What girl?"

….

"Come on! You're going to love it!"

Finn's voice rang in Rey's ears as he shook her awake. Sleep slowly faded from her as her vision cleared, "Why are you in my bunk?" she tried to ask through a raspy throat.

Finn sat atop her small bed, making its legs grit against the dirty tile floor with his shaking.

"Come. On. Come. On." He continued to shake her and the old bed with every word.

"Alright, alright! Okay, stop!" Rey swung her arms around her to hopefully stop him from breaking her bed, her only luxury nowadays.

Finn flashed her a large grin, "Get dressed, you're not going to want to miss this."

….

Rey exited the communal refresher to head back to her bunk to collect her boots. After tidying up the small bed she sat once again to tie her hair up into three small buns. She glanced around the now completely empty bed chamber. Beds as rickety as her own lined up the walls. Clothing and belongings littered the floor. She was amazed they all could keep up with what belonged to who. The orphanage was once meant for children under sixteen, but after the attack on Jakku five years ago that all changed. Young adults, geriatrics, and children alike called these dirty halls home now. Huts above ground were all but destroyed back then.

Many that sought shelter there had now moved on. But she and Finn had remained. They couldn't leave old Maz behind to upkeep the home herself. Rey was fifteen when the attack of the Sith happened. They destroyed, pillaged, murdered. She had already been living at the orphanage for as long as she could remember. It was her that opened its doors in spite of Maz's requests not to. It was then she met a young boy not much older than her who had defected from the Sith's troops. A young boy that would soon after become her best friend.

She detested the Sith and everything to do with their religion. She didn't know much about them at first, so she dedicated her time to stealing archaic books on them wherever she could find them while also piecing together the stories Maz told her as a child. They worshipped the God of the Underworld, Kylo Ren; a fierce and cruel deity that humans would come face to face with if they lived their lives improperly. To the Sith, he was someone to respect. A judge that passed proper sentences to the meak human race. He possessed a certain power, the Force. She attempted to find whatever info she could on the Force, but always found nothing or missing pages that had been ripped from the binds. Sith leaders boasted of how they also possessed this power of their God. She had seen it only once. The day of the massacre, she saw a tall slender old man cloaked in black raise his hand to control the body of the baker's son. The young boy was choking and floating mid-air, before being thrusted into a nearby shop door all by the hand of the cloaked man. All without being touched. She shivered at the memory.

They were heretics; Monsters hiding behind their "moral code" of following a deity that may not even exist or care about them. And even if this Kylo Ren did exist, why would anyone want to worship him? Why would anyone want to boast of sharing a demon's power? As far as Sith and their worshippers were concerned, anyone that turned their back against their teachings or the Olympic God's teachings would find themselves being judged by the demon of the Underworld.

Maz would tell her stories at night when she was young about the Olympic Gods; Of how Zeus himself once took Kylo Ren under his wing. He was his teacher for quite a while before banishing him to the depths beneath the Earth. Maz never said why really, only that Kylo had been destined to become the demon below.

Legend says Zeus, in his shame, left Olympus in the clouds to become a hermit somewhere on Earth. He couldn't bare to face anyone after having to banish his own pupil. This happened millenia ago, if true.

Rey believed none of it.

The Sith were psychotic power-hungry tyrants that used a religion to mask their selfish ways and to gain popularity among the weaker-minded who would grow to worship them.

She hated them all.

"Are you going to sit there all morning or are you coming with me?"

Finn poked his head through the open doorway of the bedchamber. She straightened her tunic down and pushed a stray hair behind her ear, "No, no I'm coming!"

….

The desert never looked so..so alive.

The town was covered in pinks and purples and blues with merchant tents set up down every street. The usual dusty market was now exploding with color and life. People from all over came for the festival. "The Festival of Light." they deemed it. Endorians travelled across the globe every year to a new town, celebrating their city's triumph against the Sith in a bloody battle many years ago in Endor. They attempted to bring light and happiness to all those that had seen the terrible darkness that followed the Sith's empire. Rey had always heard of it, but they never came to Jakku before. It was exactly like she had pictured it.

"Okay that just doesn't make sense." Finn's temper was rising as he bartered with an Ewok over a leather belt.

"This isn't even that nice. Why would you charge that much? Isn't this festival supposed to make people happy? This isn't making me happy sir!"

Rey giggled as she pulled on her friend's right shoulder, "Come on, you're being mean."

"Wha-No I'm not!" He then leaned in to whisper, "Shut up don't you see I'm trying to get a good deal?"

Rey laughed and threw her hands up in defeat, "Alright, good luck! I'm going to get us some breakfast"

Rey scanned the line of merchants filling up the sandy street in an attempt to find something edible. Ewok food didn't sound very appetizing from what she had seen so far.

"Rey."

Rey spun around to find the source of the feminine voice that called to her.

"Here."

She locked eyes with the source of the voice, an old woman with tanned skin and long blue hair tucked under a purple sheer hood. She was seated behind a small table between two human merchants that were yelling for someone to buy their beads and fresh meats.

"Come."

The woman spoke a third time, but her lips did not move.

Rey, entranced, slowly approached the woman's table.

"How do you know me?"

The elder smiled, "I know everyone, but not everyone knows me."

Rey rolled her eyes. It was a trick. She was probably a half-wit fortune teller. She had been warned about these types.

"Ma'am I apologize, but I'm not interested in my fortune." She spun on her heel to find something to help her grumbling stomach.

"I do not know your fortune. It is still far too early to tell. There are so many paths for you, little Rey. So many paths. Some beautiful, filled with love and passion. Some dark, seeping with destruction and angst. Some, both."

"Sorry, truly, but I'm not interested. I don't have much money to pay you anyway." Rey started in the opposite direction of the teller.

The woman's voice grew serious and cold, "The Underworld awaits. His lust will furrow around you until you can no longer withstand it. His fingers will dig in so deep that you will not dare deny him. The seed will be fed and you will be forever owned. He awaits. You await. Fate will intervene. Two will become one. The dyad will be done to never be undone. The destruction. The love. The hate. The peace. All can be yours. Your choice alone."

Rey slowly turned to the woman after she spoke, but she was gone.

The fortune teller's table was no longer in front of her. There was nothing more than sand and two loud merchants. And a box.

Rey slowly knelt to examine it. It was small and coated in a shiny black color. There was no way of opening it; no creases or key holes; nothing. She picked it up.

The small box began buzzing in her hands, glowing a dark menacing red, then deep blue, before finally settling on a light bluish-white. It wasn't heavy, it felt so oddly light in her palms. She wondered why she didn't feel afraid; why she felt like she needed to keep it. She felt attached to it somehow.

Rey ran through the crowd searching for Finn, wondering how the hell she was going to explain what just happened. She crashed into something hard.

"Finn!"

Finn heaved with exhaustion as he backed away, apologizing for running into her so hard.

"Rey!" he got out between breaths, "It's them. They're coming."

Rey's eyes widened in understanding. "Why? Why now?! Because of the festival?!"

He shook his head, "No. Or at least I don't think so. There was this man, he was undercover I think. I heard him speaking into a radio that he found 'it' and to bring everything they've got. I heard the voice that answered him, Rey. It was her."

Rey nodded, she knew what he had meant. One of the Siths that attacked Jakku years ago was responsible for Finn's abandonment of his post. He was a trooper, dressed in red armor, stolen and raised to be a soldier for them. One of the Sith leaders, Phasma, a silver armored woman, had ordered him to "clear out" a house full of nothing but elders and children. He refused.

It was her voice he heard over the radio now.

"Okay, we've got to find Maz. We need to tell everyon-" Rey was interrupted by screams.

"Look! Look in the sky!" A woman close by pointed upwards.

Rey followed the woman's finger. Large black and silver spacecrafts now littered the sky.

They're already here.

….

He almost forgot the stench of the Earth. Its dirty perfume filled his head, making it ache. If you want something done correctly, you must do it yourself.

Of course when the time came for the Sith to be of some use, they fail him. Their so-called powers were probably giving them false information. The map was most likely not even here.

The sand city of Jakku looked peaceful and empty in the cool night air. He had slipped into the land of the living through a cloud of thick black smog, unnoticed.

The second his feet touched the sand, he felt it. It was like a shockwave from a bolt of Zeus' lightning. It made his spine shiver and his fingertips numb. He locked onto the map's location instantly. It wasn't far. It was the source of this feeling.

….

The troopers now patrolled the city. Jakku was under Sith control now. The Sith troops had swept through them like a tsunami. There wasn't any bloodshed and pillaging this time, but Rey knew it was coming. She watched from a small dirt window as troopers passed by.

"You have to get rid of it." Finn whispered as he walked over to join her.

"They've got to be looking for it. It's no coincidence."

"I know." she finally answered. She already knew that, and was already planning.

"I'll go with you." he knew her all too well.

She turned to her friend, "No, we can't risk it. If I get caught at least this place will still have you to protect it. For their sake, we can't both be taken."

Finn took a deep breath, preparing to argue. She interrupted with a smile, "I'll be fine. I'll be quick. I'll sneak out back, run out far into the junkyard and bury it deep."

Finn nodded, "Alright. But please be careful, Rey."

She hugged her closest friend tight, a small tear crept out of her left eye.

….

Rey crouched in the open doorway of the back of the orphanage, counting the seconds between each passing trooper. 34. 34 seconds almost exactly. She slipped away into the night after one passed, counting in her head.

She knew if this box was what they were searching for, they would stop at nothing to find it. They were not the type to just go digging out in the desert for it. They'd kill them all one by one until someone spoke up or found it themself.

She was going to face them. She was going to their base camp on the outskirts of town to pay them a visit personally. Maybe she could take a couple of them down with her.

She knew it was suicide. Even if they weren't looking for the stupid box they'd kill her for being anywhere close to their camp. Well maybe they should've stayed in their warm safe spacecraft instead of camping down here with the peasants. She smiled to herself.

A hot bolt of electricity flitted up her spine. She bit her lip as to not cry out in surprise. Her hands shook and her body almost went numb. What the hell is this? Her stomach twisted in anticipation. She remembered this feeling. She had only felt something sort of like this once. When she was twelve, a boy at the orphanage had asked to hold her hand while they listened to Maz's stories one night. She had blushed and nodded. Why the hell was she feeling something like that, now?

….

She was perfect.

He couldn't recall ever being stunned by anything, truly. He struggled to let go of the breath he was holding. She was painfully beautiful. And strong.

He could sense her resolve. Her bravery. Her confidence. It was maddening. He needed more. He needed to hear her speak, to touch her, to..

She was sneaking behind dirt huts, avoiding crimson Sith troopers. Without a weapon, without a real plan. She was being so reckless. He felt something twitch on his lips. A smile?

The electricity in him intensified as he watched her from a tall sand dune. It was her. He had finally found the map to his old Master.

He let himself dig around in her mind, not really knowing what he was looking for.

Rey.

….

Rey stepped out of the sights of the troopers, straightening her back as she was finally able to walk upright as she headed towards the dim lights of the Sith leaders' camp. The tall thick black and red tents looked like a stain on the landscape.

The electricity had finally subsided, leaving her with a faint numbness in her fingers and toes. Was it adrenaline, maybe?

She felt as if she had been walking for at least an hour, far longer than she had expected. Yet the camp still seemed just as far away, if not further.

She broke out into a run, but it still never changed distance. She stopped, What was going on?

The electric current buzzed forth through her body once more as a deep voice from behind called to her, "Rey."

The masucline voice ran down her spine, making her tremor. She slowly turned to see nothing but the lights of the only town she's ever known. The voice didn't belong to a stormtrooper. The echoing vibrations off of it seemed to melt into her mind. How did he know her name? Was the current she felt part of the Sith power? So was this man one of them?

She heard a 'hmph.' answer her thoughts in the darkness. A black boot came forth from the dark, followed by another. Then legs formed, then a torso, then the face.

He was beautiful. His long black curls danced down half of his neck. His strong facial structure and piercing dark brown eyes bore holes into her. He was..big. He was so much taller than she was. He could kill her with just a flick of the wrist.

"Probably." His voice came out of thick lips, it made her tremble again. Did he read her mind?

She pushed down the knot in her stomach and regained her composure. She had promptly closed her mouth after noticing it hanging slightly ajar at the sight of him.

"I have what you're looking for." She barked.

He tilted his head up, taking her in. She cursed at herself as she fought the blush while he looked her up and down.

"I believe you do."

She held her arm out, stupid black box in hand, "Here. Now leave this place."

He gave her a small 'hmph' again.

She lost herself to her hatred of the Sith. His beauty paled in comparison to that. She felt fury bubble up in her chest.

She watched as his brows furrowed together, "How are you doing that?"

"Doing what?" She asked, confused and annoyed.

"I could read your mind before. I can't now."

"Well maybe you shouldn't be trying to read it at all! It's rude anyway." She felt herself make fists. "Now take this and leave!"

"I'll leave. I'll make sure they all do. If you come with me."

Rey's eyebrows raised, "W-What? Why?"

"Come with me. Or the orphanage will be in flames by dawn." He had definitely been digging inside her mind. He'll pay for that.

"You monster! You would burn down a home for the downtrodden all for a little box and a random girl?"

He deadpanned, "Yes."

She took a step back. The electric current sweeping through her that beckoned her to him; that almost begged her to reach out and touch him was slowly being replaced by sheer terror. He was a monster. This wasn't a man. This was no Sith. This was something else.

"You're right. I am a monster." he took a step closer.

"Don't!" She backed up another step, he was terrifying. She had never felt so hopeless.

"Make your decision, Rey." He stepped again.

She stayed put, running the scenarios in her head. He was capable of doing exactly what he said. But what if she went and he did it anyway?

"What are you thinking?"

She yelled this time, "What if I go with you and you burn the city to the ground anyway? What then?"

"You're just going to have to trust me." his face wore such a serious mask. He seemed not at all interested in getting her to trust him.

She let out a sarcastic laugh, "Fine. Fine! Have it your way!"

She looked at the sand at her feet in as silent farewell before she fully surrendered, "Fine."

"Good." he answered as she felt her body stiffen as it was being pulled towards him. She slammed into his chest before a concrete arm closed around her. A low rumble started below them before the sands began to split. The Earth itself broke apart beneath them, sending sand falls down into the black abyss. Then they were falling.

The fear of the unknown gave her a rush she had never felt before. She heard herself screaming. It suddenly disintegrated into ringing in her ears as she slipped into unconsciousness. She felt the box almost slip out of her hand before being taken by someone else.

That box.

That stupid fucking box.