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Sat on his throne of ruin and bone of the both the new order and the final order, Ben looked over what was left and held in exhale and closed his eyes.
When he had come to from being thrown into an almost endless pit by the newly regenerated Palpatine, he had not felt Rey, he used a strength and power he did not know he had, was it the power of light, the power of love, the power of desperation? He didn't care, he simply moved himself up, climbing and cutting his palms on the hateful rock of the godforsaken black pit on Exogal.
Upon reaching the top he mentally called fully to Rey, maybe she was further away, maybe she was injured, he still didn't fully understand what they had, there was Jedi or Sith manual or guild for it, even Palpatine could't tell him.
When his eyes saw her, he knew straight away, she was gone, he knew what lay ahead was nothing but the empty shell of the bright star that was Rey. Moving as fast as he could towards her he tried to call out to her, using everything he had inside to call to her, then using all his physical energy to get to her.
"No..." he breathed exhaustedly as his hand touched her.
Cold, she was so cold. Nothing but coldness.
Ben pulled her to him. Crying and losing all control of his emotions.
"You let her die!" He said, his face resting on her shoulder, feeling the emptiness of her chest and its lifelessness.
Slowly he lowered her back down peacefully to the ground, looking at her as her lips turned blue and her skin begun to lose its golden hue."You all let her sacrifice herself and let her die!"
Tearing his eyes away from Rey, tears beginning to spill down his dirty cheeks, Ben looked all up to the sky. "The Jedi claimed to be for guardians of peace and good but only lie and do nothing!" Pointing at Rey but unable to look at her again. "Rey was the only good decent thing in the whole Galaxy, she was made of goodness and light, but you let her die."
Closing his eyes to contain his pain and anger, he lowered his hand back down to his side. With more venom than he had before Ben opened his eyes and looked ahead of himself to the rubble of the throne of Sith and spoke. "If Rey was my light, the other half part of my soul that give me humanity, my balance and you took her from me...then I am all the darkness that will destroy everything Jedi or Sith, I am the ruin of all everything now. Just-as-you-made-me-be."
Lifting both of his hands up to the sky where still the ships of The Resistance were Ben shot forth darkside lighting up towards and begun to fry the ships and their pilots within them. All round where Ben stood the power of Exogal absorbed into Ben, the ground beneath shook, what was left of the great all hall crumbled and begun to pull him upwards, raising him up the ground above.
Ben face was impassive, his anger was hollow and full, there was nothing around him that was not going to be destroy.
As he rose from the begun the ground, the ships begun to fall around him, crashing into the ground into explosions and flames. Around Ben nothing could penetrate him, the destruction did not touch him.
Those ships still above that were caught in the destruction begun to escape, the victory that they had minutes ago lost.
High above the ground now, now surround by a sphere of lighting that gave Ben the image of a living burning angry star, he lowered his hands, as more ships fell around him. Closing his eyes and embracing a darkness that he didn't know existed, Ben let go of every and become one with all the darkness.
If there was no Rey in the Galaxy, there was no light or goodness to or for Ben.
There was only the darkness.