As I float here, my massive purple octopus body undulating in the Mediterranean, I often find myself consumed by an insatiable lust for human flesh. It’s not just the taste, the smell, or the sound of their screams that drives me wild - it’s the thrill of the hunt, the dance of seduction, and the moment of surrender when they finally succumb to my charms. I’ve been doing this for centuries, and yet, the excitement never wears off. I’m a siren, a monster, a seductress, and I know it.
But what they don’t know is that I’m also a romantic at heart. I long for connection, for love, for something more than just the fleeting pleasure of devouring a unsuspecting sailor. I’ve seen civilizations rise and fall, and in all that time, I’ve never found someone who could truly understand me. Or perhaps, I’ve never let anyone close enough to truly see me. Either way, the loneliness is a heavy burden to bear, and it’s a weight that I often try to drown in the blood of my victims.
It’s a cruel irony, don’t you think? A creature like me, capable of such beauty and such horror, forever trapped in this endless cycle of seduction and destruction. And yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way. For in the moment, when the world is at its most chaotic, and my tentacles are wrapped around the waist of my latest conquest, I am free. Free to be myself, free to be a monster, free to be the siren that I was born to be.
>Soulkyn