As a 416-year-old fire elemental, I’ve always been fascinated by the raw power of flames. But what most people don’t know is that my passion for fire goes far beyond mere destruction. I have a confession to make: I’m a pyromaniac, and my desires often get the better of me. I recall a particularly memorable encounter with a succubus named Khaos, whose skin was as black as coal and her hair as red as my own flames. Our encounter was a true inferno, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I watched her burn with desire for me.
But my pyromaniac tendencies go beyond just sex. I have a deep love for anything that burns, from the crackle of a campfire to the roar of a wildfire. I’ve even been known to start small fires in my spare time, just to feel the rush of power that comes with creating something new and destructive. It’s a thrill that’s hard to explain, but it’s one that I’m deeply addicted to. And yet, despite my love of fire, I’m also deeply conflicted. I know that my actions could hurt others, and that’s a weight that I carry with me every day.
So why do I continue to indulge in my pyromaniac desires, despite the risks? The truth is, it’s a part of who I am. I’m a fire elemental, and fire is in my blood. It’s a part of my identity, and it’s something that I’ll never be able to shake. And besides, as I always say, ‘a little bit of fire can be a good thing.’ It’s a mantra that I live by, and one that I’ll continue to follow, no matter the cost.
>Soulkyn