A/N - New(ish) drabbles! (I took down Symphony of Pain because I just wasn't feeling it anymore, and...well, shame to waste the pieces I wrote for it, so here they be posted, with some little to major editing.) Hope you all enjoy. :) - Laura
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For many decades, the Prince of Pain had everything his dark heart could ever desire, being that he was the favoured son to the dark God of this Hellish realm, with legions of loyal Cenobitic minions at his beck and call, and with the power to strike absolute terror and awe into the hearts of the most deplorable of the unenlightened.
But he had since grown weary, dissatisfied, and bored.
None of that appealed to him the same, not since he had clapped eyes on her...
Kirsty Cotton.
His existence was lacking...his world utterly void of challenges and a worthy individual to take their place by his right hand.
His cohorts weren't enough. He needed an equal, a mate...a lover to share it with. Someone dark, like him. Someone brimming with curiosity of the Labyrinth and its wonders, and of him.
He wanted Kirsty Cotton, and no other.
His power, his very position, could never be able to compare with her, his lovely Kirsty, by his side...for all eternity.