A/N: Okay. This is just a little something to tide me over, until I get Bloodstained posted. It’s just a random (And, hell, do I mean random) little drabble. I have no idea where it came from. The deep, dark pits of my mind, I suppose. Anyway, please read and review. I’m a review whore.

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This demon girl, dark and cruel and cold. Incapable of love, or affection. Incapable of anything other than lust and sadism and destruction.

Evil. Pure and unadulterated, to a scale that most can never even comprehend. Cruel, so very cruel, and so very good at causing misery, and the way she laughed at his infatuation with her, led him on.

So why did he like her laughing? Why was it still so attractive? Why was laughter at his pain better than no acknowledgement at all? Why was she so appealing, this moral trash on legs? What lay behind smirking lips and a sheet of dark hair he would never stop stroking if he could? What was it about this…monster…that just drove him wild?

Why did he want her, need her, and why (Oh god, why) couldn't she have a moment of common decency to want him too?

He lets her sleep with him, do things with their bodies that most people could never imagine. He lets her fuck him until he is sore for days. He lets her toy with his heart, lets her tear him apart, lets her get her claws into his chest and rip and rip and rip until he’s not sure how much he has left of him. He lets her seep into his soul and taint him, destroy him so cruelly. He lets himself be at her beck and call, dropping everything to rush to her place, so she can take what she wants. He lets her have everything she wants.

And in return, she lets him kiss her soft lips and gaze into her grey eyes. She lets him want her, lets him need her. She takes him to the peak of ecstasy and lets him, in that brief moment, just at the height of carnal pleasure, to pretend that she needs him too.