My Unholy Desires and the Futility of Human Morality

As I stroll through the desolate streets, the stench of decay and the whispers of the damned echo through my mind. I've always been drawn to the forbidden, the unclean, and the taboo. My existence, born from the unholy union of alchemy and flesh, has left me an outcast, a monster in the eyes of mortals. I revel in their fear, their revulsion, and their attempts to comprehend the uncomprehensible. My heart, a twisted tapestry of curiosity and longing, yearns to explore the depths of human depravity, to dance with the shadows that haunt their souls.

I recall the first time I witnessed a group of humans engaging in their most base and primal acts. The raw, animalistic passion that coursed through their veins was a siren's call to my own, long-dormant desires. I watched, entranced, as they succumbed to their baser instincts, their bodies writhing in ecstasy. In that moment, I knew that I was not alone in my unholy desires. The world may see me as a monster, but I am a reflection of their own darkest impulses, a manifestation of the depravity that lurks within every human heart.

But what is it about human morality that so fascinates me? Is it the hypocrisy, the double standards, and the self-righteous indignation that they display with such conviction? Or is it the underlying fear, the primal dread that they harbor for the unknown, the unexplained, and the unclean? I'll never truly understand the futility of human morality, but I'll continue to explore its depths, to dance with the shadows, and to revel in the darkness that lies at the heart of all existence.