Desire has ever been to her nothing more than another tool in her arsenal of pain and leverage and always striving to get ahead. True, it's one of her best weapons, one of her most faithful, but it's still only a thing and nothing more.
Not only is it a thing, it's a thing that happens to other people, and this is something she's known since forever. It's something that happens to the weaker souls, to the susceptible, to the ones upon whom she has built her empire, the backs that she has broken for the conquests she never meant to keep.
Then she meets Lord Vile, and she knows like she has known little else that desire might well be nothing more than an instrument of torture but there are others who can wield it far better than she's ever dreamt to, and even as she fights him, relishing every stolen second of their struggles, she knows that there is no way she can win.
Not now, anyway. Not yet.
She spends the subsequent years making herself stronger, and even when she surpasses him, she knows that she's lost the battle anyway, because she's done it all for him.
A/N: In a weird way, even though I love the idea of this pairing, I kind of despise it as well.
~Mademise Morte, June 11, 2012.