A/N just a short ditty from DeLordy's POV, about what happened with Magenta
in ROTOQ.
I sat on my bed, smirking. But over what? The one thing that I had coveted was gone. I had almost killed her myself. But I knew why I was smirking. Because I had won. I had beaten him. I was still here, still sane, while he was barely hanging on to a single thread, having gone completely crazy.
I had forced him to kill her. I had pushed him farther and farther over the edge, until, he finally snapped, finally took her life, and came damn near close to taking his own. I still don't know why he didn't kill himself. It would've done us all a favor.
He'd already done the planet a favor, getting rid of that black haired bitch. He'd done everyone a favor when he got rid of that feminine freak. The only person who didn't see it my way was that old, ugly thing they called the queen. I was next in line to the throne, and that was the only reason why I would even think of being nice to the Royal Furter.
But that balding, blond haired bastard had also done me a disfavor when he killed her. I had loved her almost as much as him. And she deserved so much more than him. She deserved more than I could give her. But I could give her so much more that he could. I could give her power, riches, royalty.
He could give her nothing. Nothing more, nothing extra. Nothing that I could give her. but still, she turned to him, despite my many advances. I suppose it was because she feared him. Who wouldn't? He was a confirmed psychopath. Now look at him, he'd gone and killed her, because I acted as if I had actually gotten her. I had, in my dreams. But now she was gone. And I was the victor. Because if I couldn't have her, neither could he.
I sat on my bed, smirking. But over what? The one thing that I had coveted was gone. I had almost killed her myself. But I knew why I was smirking. Because I had won. I had beaten him. I was still here, still sane, while he was barely hanging on to a single thread, having gone completely crazy.
I had forced him to kill her. I had pushed him farther and farther over the edge, until, he finally snapped, finally took her life, and came damn near close to taking his own. I still don't know why he didn't kill himself. It would've done us all a favor.
He'd already done the planet a favor, getting rid of that black haired bitch. He'd done everyone a favor when he got rid of that feminine freak. The only person who didn't see it my way was that old, ugly thing they called the queen. I was next in line to the throne, and that was the only reason why I would even think of being nice to the Royal Furter.
But that balding, blond haired bastard had also done me a disfavor when he killed her. I had loved her almost as much as him. And she deserved so much more than him. She deserved more than I could give her. But I could give her so much more that he could. I could give her power, riches, royalty.
He could give her nothing. Nothing more, nothing extra. Nothing that I could give her. but still, she turned to him, despite my many advances. I suppose it was because she feared him. Who wouldn't? He was a confirmed psychopath. Now look at him, he'd gone and killed her, because I acted as if I had actually gotten her. I had, in my dreams. But now she was gone. And I was the victor. Because if I couldn't have her, neither could he.