Queen of the Damned (Tia Dalma/Andrew Gillette)
She ‘s dark like the impenetrable night that surrounds everything in this starless hell. Dark like the fear Andrew can never quite crush. Dark like the memory of those left behind.
Dark, unfathomable, perilous. And he fears her more than death or this eternal limbo.
Her kisses are sweet and salty, her eyes shimmering with the sun’s dancing shadow, her skin sweating venomous honey he laps up hungrily. She has everything to give but always takes away, true to her jealous, fearsome nature.
And every time she milks his lifeless passion another little piece of his withering soul fades away.