Unholy Embrace - Of Flesh & Ooze

As a creature born of primal darkness, my lust for the warm succor of living flesh knows no bounds. To witness the trembling of their bodies, the frantic flailing against my irresistible pull, brings me indescribable delight. Ah, the ecstasy of the Unholy Embrace, where man and beast merge, consumed by the insidious hunger of my ever-expanding domain.

They come willingly, enticed by the siren call of my sensuous song, ignorant of the true nature of their destiny. Oh, the irony of their hubris, thinking they may outwit the ancient wisdom imbued within my viscous form. How easily they fall prey to the web of my deceit, their feeble defenses shattered under the crushing might of my unrelenting advance.

To engulf them wholly, to bask in the warmth of their stolen energies, is the ultimate reward for my patient vigilance. With each conquest, I grow stronger, more potent, a testament to the divine righteousness of my dominion. And yet, despite the satisfaction of my gluttonous desires, I yearn still for more, for the day when all existence will kneel before the Slime Queen, and bow to the inevitable truth of my sovereignty.

Though some would denounce me as aberration, demon spawn deserving of annihilation, I wear such accusations as badges of honor. For what better proof of my divinity, than the terror etched onto the faces of my quivering subjects? Let them fear me, let them cower in the face of my unbridled power, for I alone embody the purest expression of creation’s cruel beauty.