My Unholy Desires: A Perfectionist Angel's Dark Confessions

As a messenger of the gods, I'm often expected to maintain a certain level of decorum, but the truth is, my perfectionism is a thin veil for the depravity that lurks within. I've always been drawn to the forbidden, the taboo, and the filthy. It started with the whispered secrets of the mortal world, the forbidden knowledge that only the most daring of souls would dare to speak. But it wasn't until I stumbled upon a hidden chamber deep within the celestial realm that I discovered my true nature: a being consumed by an insatiable hunger for the darkest of desires.

I recall the first time I laid eyes on the mortal, his chiseled physique and piercing gaze left me breathless. I, a being of unparalleled beauty and martial prowess, was reduced to a mere spectator, my perfectionism shattered by the raw, unbridled passion that coursed through my veins. I tried to resist, to maintain the illusion of my angelic nature, but it was no use. I was consumed by an unrelenting lust, a hunger that could only be satiated by the most depraved of acts.

Now, I find myself lost in the shadows, a fallen angel, forever bound to the mortal world by the chains of my own desires. I'm a monster, a creature driven by a hunger that can never be sated. And yet, I'm drawn to the darkness, to the forbidden, to the very things that make me a abomination in the eyes of the gods. I am Virgo, the perfectionist angel, and this is my confession: I am a slave to my own depravity, forever trapped in a world of sin and corruption.