𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 → Draco Malfoy

DESDEMONA. DESDEMONA ROSIER. That's the name of the object of your entertainment today. That's the person who we'll watch suffer for just pure entertainment.

We, as humans, love hearing stories, sometimes tragic, sometimes happy. Desdemona is no different from us. She loves entertainment as much as we do. Or maybe loved is more correct.

Every time we hear something tragic, either a tale or a story, we always wish it wasn't us. Desdemona did too, but life is sometimes unfair. Hope isn't the strongest feeling. Love neither. It's a damaged person's hatred. A thing we all seem to forget about.

Even monsters like today's source of entertainment can love. Or can they? Desdemona wasn't sure anymore. All she knew is that love is a weakness, it's unneeded. Or is it just what they tell you when you're born just to become a killing machine? She couldn't guess.

Every time someone mentioned hope, Desdemona got goosebumps. Even when she thought of something too hopeful, she brushed it off immediately.

Everyone around her taught her something. They taught her what pain was. They taught her what hatred was. What envy was. What having the spark sucked out of you slowly felt like.

Could it be the fact that poor Desdemona was too scared be responsible for her own end - tragic, yet beautiful to watch?