Hell Hath No Fury
(Like a women scorned)
Disclaimer: I don't own Sandman. That honour belongs to Neil Gaiman.
Ch. 1: Prologue
It had been so easy, Desire had thought with a self-satisfied smile at the time. Make a good girl fall in love with her boyfriend's best friend, who was a known charmer, then cause them to have a complicated love affair while the girl was still in love with her now ex-boyfriend, who Desire had caused to fall in love with the girl's best friend since middle school and was now dating after his breakup. To be sure, it was a complicated mess of hormones and lies, but Desire excelled at causing those types of situations. Especially when the people involved in It's plan were hormonal teenagers in high school. So sure was Desire that It's plan would work, in fact, that It disguised itself as the boyfriend's best friend the entire time the affair was taking place.
When Desire had It's fun, It brought the affair to an end, leaving a now-suicidal ex-boyfriend, two confused best friends, and a furious girl in Its wake. Desire did not head the girl's angry words, however.
"One day, I'll make you pay for ruining my life. I swear on my honor that I will make your life a living hell. I will make it so that you never get what you desire again. I will make you feel the pain that you caused me."
Desire ignored this solemn vow of anger, however. It always got what It wanted, and nothing was going to change that, Desire decided with a smirk. Not even an angry girl with a broken heart.
See the button down there? Please press it. It will make my day.