#expatri8

The Handmaid was not supposed to feel pity. She was not supposed to feel affection. And yet she did. After countless rampages, she would often times find herself in the company of Darkleer. Darkleer resented the Demoness, and yet something pulled him to her. He hated how she lacked no remorse for her actions, how she simply went along with this strange man in the moon she spoke of. The Handmaid would risk her life for this man, but would he do the same? The truth is, he would. Darkleer despised this woman, but in the pit of his heart had remorse for her. A desire for her to be better, even if he found the Handmaid somewhat overbearing. The Handmaid noted every word the man spoke in her mind, hatching a plan to free herself, and to finally be with Darkleer. It was all she wanted, and while Darkleer convinced himself he was glad she was gone, reduced to a myth, he still felt a sense of emptiness, one he hadn't quite felt before.