I have always been smitten with Lord War. No – wait – smitten is not the correct word. Perhaps ...obsessed. There is an air about him. He is literally and figuratively drenched in power. There is a fire in his heart, his mind, and his loins, and it cannot be tamed. Trust me. I have tried. I have desired him in every way you may be able to imagine from the day he found me. Interestingly, and to my great pleasure, he desires me also.
I was – am – enraptured by Lord War. The way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he simply exists is awe-inspiring. It sends shivers up my spine, and only some are based in fear. His gait is languid. He pours himself from one step to the next. His voice is silky and rough at once. The juxtaposition can only be described as knee-weakening. His stare is penetrating. Seductive. Captivating. No matter the hate or rage or disgust you see staring back at you, you cannot look away. Again, trust me, as I have tried.
Lord War is, for lack of more grandiose term, a god. I am no fool, and I know full well that "god" is not what we with power are. Lord War, however, is an Adonis. He is nothing short of hand-carved perfection. His muscles ripple beneath smooth flesh, and his torso is heaven to touch. My lips quivers and my fingers shake each time I am allowed to rake my nails against his sensitive skin.
I have had many conversations with Lord War in all these long years we've known each other. He is not a sob story. None of us can remember anything that happened before the Cataclysm. He has no "woe is me" past. He has no daddy or mommy issues to explain away his behavior. His mind in a minefield, and each mine contains a different emotional reaction to the most mundane happenings. I find it exhilarating, and more than a little titillating. I cannot tell you why, as I don't know myself, and I have very little, if any, interest in finding out.
Many detest Lord War, and with good reason. He has destroyed families, lives, and homes. He has killed and tortured and brought reckoning upon more than I care to count. Any that survive are left in dire positions. Even though I suppose those things should make me hate Lord War, I cannot. Firstly, I cannot say no to him, no matter what. He has treated me both lavishly and deplorably, and I have never for one second wavered in my reverence. Thirdly, I appreciate each and every position that man has put me in, always.
Until such a time as we who are with power are brought to our end, I am certain I will be by Lord War's side. An ally in all he does.