She was the prettiest woman I had ever laid eyes on with her wide marble eyes and full red lips. Angelic, heavenly, divine... Every word synonymous with paradise could bring to mind only the thought of her graceful figure, her luscious lips and her unnaturally bright eyes. 

It seemed as if God or whoever had created her had taken precarious care to craft each and every feature, chiseling a sculpture so perfect that it hurt to even lay eyes upon her.

Beautiful would be an understatement if used to describe the charm she possessed. 

She had the features of an angel; that heavenly smile, those sparkling eyes and that feathery touch. To everyone else, she was an ethereal vision cloaked in the velvets of purity and chaste silken skin.

To me, she was a prize beyond reach, a crown I could not covet, a throne I could not ascend.

And why would something be out of reach from Tom Riddle?

That was a question to which even I didn't know the answer.

Eleanor Troy was the prettiest woman I had seen by far but also the most dangerous.

She made my heart race, my thoughts spiral out of control, my actions cloud with lust. She made me mad just to be able to touch her and kiss her.

She drove me insane with lust such that even if I wanted to I couldn't stay away from her.

Never before had I felt that way for anyone yet it seemed that I could easily get drunk on Eleanor if she allowed me to get close. Such a pity that she didn't give me the liberty to do so.

I knew there was more to her heavenly presence, more to her divine beauty and I knew it would get tarnished by my darkness the first time I sealed my lips on hers.

But little did I know that unlike other angels I had toyed away with, she did not have the golden halo atop her head for me to break into a million pieces. 

She bore horns.

The devil's horns.

And though I should have stayed away the first time I caught a fleeting glimpse of those curving black horns on her head, it only lured me in deeper.

Deep enough for me to die at her hands.

But never deep enough for me to let go of her.

Even if she succeeded in killing me, I would never let her be free of me.

_Tom Marvolo Riddle.

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