"All the agony, misery and desperation warped and coalesced, was amplified through lack of venues for release, and slowly gave birth to him. He is all the undirectable hatred and aimless desire for revenge..."

Jackal, aye. And myself, in his eyes, a rabbit, aye. *grins softly* One with fangs, one aware that it'll die sooner or later anyway... so why not have some fun on the way, and go out with a bloody, screaming, sobbing, heartbroken bang? He fascinates me.

The child... that fragment too entrances, someone with energy to match my own (when I have it). Someone who understands the simplest joys and simplest pleasures can often be the best.

The submissive one... you know, have known, my tastes. That twisted-hungry Evil is still there, and will always be... given half a chance, I'll stalk and break and kill just as happily as would the jackal coiled around your heart.

Delicious.

Prey.

And not something I should have. You know that. *sighs softly* You know how much pleasure I would take in seeing just how far down I could take him. Isn't that always the way? Haven't you learned that yet?

You won't read this, oddly enough. You won't be digging back through, you don't read it regularly at all, and so I know these praises and threats and lustful momentary daydreams will slide past you and be forgotten by those who DO read them, unheard and unknown by you. That's why I am willing to write them.

You might not know that it is all of you that I... desire. But it's Drailith that keeps me coming back. It is the darkness inside you, a darkness that NO ONE else has ever matched, ever even come close to. Twisted, perverse, yet gods, attractive... you are the only person I honestly consider my better, in that area.

Most men, I am -briefly- amused by. Some I am attracted to. A rare few I love.

You... Drailith... I worship. *shrugs slowly* Disciple indeed. Worth it, deserving of it, not that you believe it most of the time. Part of you would flee from that darkness, throw it away, if you could... and perhaps someday you will, but I hope not.

Envy, too.

What you are, what you see, that horrid twisted world... I only get glimpses of it. Rare moments when the barriers go down and I can exist, however briefly, inside that heaven/hell. You take me there, you show me doorways and gateways and hidden paths that lead deep into the heart of it, you give me taste after taste of something I crave.

You... feed me.

Yes, I can take what I need from my boys, sometimes even from others.

From you, it's not a question of 'take'. I don't think I could avoid it if I tried. You speak, and I drown.

I miss you.