Lord Ozu, in the last days before his death, was known as a terrifyingly pitiable madman. His descent into madness had all been triggered by the death of his beloved, Sheila—an enchanting woman who had been just as mad, just as terrifying, and just as pitiable.
Lord Ozu knew, in the early days of his marriage, that he had ordered his wife's previous lover mercilessly slaughtered. He had watched the man's death with his own eyes and savored the bloodshed. He had achieved vengeance for the man's audacity to claim his Sheila, his beloved, his property.
But even after the man's murder, he felt a niggling sense of dread in the very core of his being.
He saw the man's face in his mind's eye.
His eyes trailing down his Sheila's body.
His hand upon his Sheila's slender, dainty fingers.
His lips caressing his Sheila's pale, alabaster skin.
It all became too much for him. He vented his righteous fury through acts of immense cruelty towards his subjects, his servants, his civilians, his kin. And it was just barely enough to prevent his blood from boiling too high, keeping it at a low simmer.
And when one day Sheila escaped his grasp via poison, those gruesomely accurate images plagued his mind once more until he descended down, down, down into a much darker place than hell could ever provide.
(A/N): I forgot to mention, the first drabble's song was "Wind" from Naruto (yah, I know they don't really match). I was listening to "El Tango de Roxanne" from Moulin Rouge for this one. Kudos to those who notice the three sentences which moderately resemble part of the lyrics.