The Consummate Lover

She sat on Her throne abreast of Him, not as His noble subordinate, but as His vital accomplice.

Romance, sensuality, tenderness were of no significance to Them, for They were assassins of the meek and mild.

Their daggers lay concealed, as They walked alongside the docile and domesticated with murderous intent.

They found satisfaction in eradication.

Eradication of surplus meat.

Eradication of rotting ideas.

Every evening Their love was consummated in the blood of others.