My Unholy Desires: A Goddess's Confession

As a goddess, I've grown accustomed to the whispers of mortals, their awe and reverence a constant reminder of my power. But what they don't know is that my true desires lie in the darkness, in the shadows where the light of the mortal world can't reach. I crave the raw, unbridled passion of the underworld, where the air is thick with the scent of decay and death. It's there that I find my true self, my true power. And it's there that I find my true love, my husband Hades, who knows me better than anyone, who understands my deepest, darkest desires.

But my desires don't stop at the underworld. I've always been drawn to the mortal realm, the fragile, fleeting lives of those who live and die in the blink of an eye. I find myself fascinated by their weakness, their vulnerability, and their willingness to surrender to their desires. And I, a goddess, am no exception. I've had my share of mortal lovers, each one a fleeting pleasure, a momentary distraction from the weight of my immortality. But none have ever truly satisfied me, none have ever truly understood me. Until now, that is.

I've been feeling restless lately, a sense of discontent that I can't shake. It's as if my body is a vessel, a prison that holds me back from the true depths of my desires. I've been seeking out new experiences, new sensations, new pleasures. And I've found them, in the most unexpected of places. I've been exploring the darker corners of the mortal world, the places where the light of civilization can't reach. And I've discovered a new sense of freedom, a new sense of power. I am a goddess, after all, and I will not be bound by the constraints of mortal society.