In Flew Madness

He stared at her casually—the beautiful elven maid, and his captive. She lay unconscious, her raven-black hair spread out around her head, revealing her pointed ears.

Her eyes, usually a brilliant shade of green, were now hidden from the world. How he longed to see them again—that forest gleam, so full of fiery youth and so wise at the same time. Yes…it had been her eyes which had first drawn him to her. Drawn him, not because she carried the sapphire stone whose fate decided the fate of them all. No…he had been drawn only to her: that porcelain face, that ebony hair…those eyes. When she glanced up from her slain companions, the night breeze brushing aside her flowing hair, he had first glimpsed those glowing orbs, reflecting the surrounding flames. Indeed, if it hadn't been for the heat of the fire he'd created accompanied by that tiny breeze which had revealed to him just how strong this woman was, she would already be dead.

But now that he had realized her fighting spirit, he knew he could not rest until he conquered it. He'd inquire about the location of the egg for his Majesty's sake and he would make her talk--but in the meantime, all he longed for was to see this woman writhing before him, those bright green gems inflicted with intense agony.

His crimson eyes glinted with delight as he shivered in sweet anticipation. The more he thought about his intentions, the more he was reminded of a rather distant human emotion: desire. Desire not just to be pleased, but to please in return. Yes…

Even as he cupped her slender face in his pallid fingers and glanced along the length of her helpless, sleeping form…Durza the Shade felt the spark of passion reignite itself within his heart.