The world was a cold and dark place and my presence only caused it to be darker. Most people described me as distinguished, driven, and shrewd. I was every one of those things and more; I was evil, cunning and hell, the fucking best. Then she happened. The plan was supposed to have been simple: take her to bed, turn her into the whore she was meant to be, then show the world the proof. One taste was all it took and plans were changed.