A/N: For the Monthly Het-tastic Drabble-athlon competition, January 2014.
jaggernaut
14: Find
She was a woman who always knew what she wanted. Always.
She knew every curve and crevice of her body and soul, a knowledge that was worth more than life itself, and that only the truly deserving possessed. The rest of the world was filled with pitiful fools that carried nothing but bad blood to sully the good name of purity.
She knew her cause – unlike the deluded fools unworthy of kissing the hem of her master's robes. And he knew she knew it too, because she was always held in higher regard, always in his shadow and far above those unable to look beyond the frayed ends of black. The only ones who came close were others who had given their hearts to the bloodbath that would purify their rotting little world – but she was above even them, because she could see their little doubts, their little stains.
Until he came – because he cut his own wrists until those stains bled out and his blood was a gurgling bright red, and she found she didn't know every inch of herself after all.