Desdemonda could feel the hate emanating from the room, and she knew it was time to go in. She had to perform one final task that the team could not complete. When she had faced her own reconstruction, after her heart had been restarted, she had opened her eyes to see Prince Lucifer staring into her eyes. Lucifer had read her heart and seen the brokenness that had lain within. She had been so lost, and when he had leaned down and kissed her, he had taken everything that she had been, and amplified the feelings tenfold. She was full of rage, anger, seething hate, and lust. Lucifer had pushed her to the extreme, and she fell hard for him. She wanted nothing more than to be his devoted servant. To worship the ground he walked on. He had given her one final gift in that kiss, the same power to increase a new destroyer’s hatred. So in she walked, and kissed Chase long and hard, adding more fuel to his flame.
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