They fear me, but they should fear her more. I kill because it's necessary-cold, calculated, efficient. But her? She doesn't kill out of necessity. She does it for me. For the mere thought of my name on someone else's lips, for a whisper of betrayal in the wind. She doesn't just crave destruction-she makes it beautiful. And if I asked her to, she'd set the whole world on fire, just so we could watch it burn together
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