His Dark Materials, Lord Asriel/Marisa Coulter, devils & gods, "they are you and I"
She hated him because the sight of him, the sound of his voice always had and always would burst through her like radiant, divine light bursting through the clouds, punching pretty, illuminated holes in everything she was.
For his touch she’d thwarted her own ambitions with scandal and motherhood. His touch was enough to make her cruel and clever little daemon whimper and beg for a nuzzle from his damned leopard.
She hated him because at the thought of him she imploded into a fathomless emptiness needing to pull sustenance from him, to take in his power and his brightness, to be however fleetingly, his only focus, his vessel and his vassal. . It was a need stronger even than her pride and for it’s sake, she allowed his master plan to master her.