He was like her, in some ways. She turned things around to show people the truth of what lies beneath the surface. It was hard to see that beneath the outward beauty there was something crawling, tunneling and dark or that on the other side of something that seemed ugly there was an intricate beauty beneath. Maybe it would work on her, maybe it would work on them both. How could she say, if she thought too much about it there would be nothing but the knowledge that the something had been turned.
"I'm not paraphilias. I'm not all fetishes. If there is enough power there to make one of us, it is not me." She answers softly. She is the extension of fetish as a community, to some degree, and to the strongest to another degree. "In ancient Rome there was a huge fetish for blondes, the color was sexualized when prostitutes were required to dye their hair yellow, then many women started to do it. I'm sure you remember, part of that persists to this day. Had I woken fully then, I would have been blonde. Now, dark hair is seen as more beautiful in my 'community'." She shrugs softly, then smiles when he kisses her knuckles. "De Sade, De Sade was a single man, he orchestrated quite a bit of vile-ness and villainy but eventually he was left with only two supporters, his sodomite man-servant and his wife. He was.. reviled for is predilections even amongst the other libertines. It is only because of his writing that he lives on, his infamy not his influence."
A touch is given to his cheek in return, her posture shifting so that she is closer to him, hands curled together, knees touching. She leans in and brushes her cheek against his, nuzzling the side of his face until a kiss is pressed at his temple.
"I can feel them. The sadist mortals who torture and kill, sometimes I can change them before they work their mischief. They are there, I feel them, they sicken me but I do not change for them. There are Gods now though, in this city, who are like that. I can't change them, I can't kill them to free them, I can't block them out. I Feel everything they do to a limited degree, sometimes stronger than others. That is what the darkness is, they are influencing, and it frightens me."
"The rest of my anger was.. directed at an evil woman who sought to hurt me over a failed friendship she thought was more. It means nothing, it is done with now. I am at peace with that."