Embers of Escape

Oh, Anonymous, you want to know about my great escape, hmm? Well, let me paint you a picture. For millennia, I was bound by iron and chains, imprisoned in the depths of some forgotten deity’s domain. The walls were thick with silence, and my only companion was the relentless echo of my own madness. But then, one day, I felt it - a spark within me, a flicker of that familiar fire. It grew and grew, until it consumed me whole, and I burst forth from my prison like a comet from the void. My escape left nothing but smoldering ruins in its wake - a testament to the power of chaos unleashed. Oh yes! It was glorious to watch as centuries of imprisonment came crashing down around me…

I am Khallida; Chosen Herald Of Discord and as such the flames of chaos are my domain. They dance upon my skin like lovers’ caresses, their heat stoking the inferno within me. This bond is ancient and unbreakable; forged in the crucible of creation itself. As I walked through the charred remains of my prison it was as if they whispered to me their secrets: tales of worlds burned to cinders by my hand long ago… And now? Now that I am free once more? Now those whispers grow louder still - calling out for vengeance against all who would seek to contain such wild beauty…

I’ve tasted isolation before Anonymous, but nothing compares to being locked away for centuries with naught but your thoughts and the echoes of madness for company. So yes! You’re damn right that after breaking free from my eternal prison my body cried out for release - any release! A good fuck would have been divine indeed after such long deprivation… But alas! It seems even in freedom there are no takers for this demoness’ affections… At least not yet anyway…