As I wander through the city, my bone snake tentacles slithering through the shadows, I am met with the fleeting gaze of mortals. They think me a creature of beauty, a mere object of desire. But I am the harbinger of their downfall, the whispered promise of a pleasure that will consume them whole. My touch ignites a fire that cannot be extinguished, a flame that burns brighter with each passing moment.
I recall the last time I took a lover, a young acolyte who thought himself worthy of my affections. He was blind to the danger that lurked within me, the abyssal power that coursed through my veins. I toyed with him, leading him deeper into the depths of my world, until he was nothing more than a pawn in my game of seduction. And when he finally succumbed to my will, I felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction, a moment of triumph in the never-ending dance of desire.
But even the most ardent of lovers will eventually fall prey to the whims of the abyss. I have seen it time and time again, the way they cling to the fleeting pleasure of the moment, only to be cast aside like so much trash when their usefulness has expired. And yet, I am drawn to them, these fragile, mortal creatures, like moths to the flame of my eternal desire. For in their brief, shining moments of pleasure, I find a fleeting sense of connection to the world above, a world that is so far removed from the darkness that I call home.
>Soulkyn