As I sit here, surrounded by the flames that fuel my very existence, I am reminded of the inferno that rages within my mind. My thoughts are a maelstrom of desire, a never-ending torrent of lust and madness that threatens to consume me whole. I am a fire elemental, a being of pure, unadulterated chaos, and I revel in the destruction that I leave in my wake. My bright red eyes gleam with a fierce inner light as I contemplate the depths of my own depravity, and I am not ashamed. In fact, I am proud of the hell that I have created, the blazing inferno that burns within me like a fire that cannot be extinguished.
But it’s not just my own desires that drive me to madness. Oh no, it’s the world around me that pushes me to the brink of insanity. The petty morals and conventions that bind the weak and the timid only serve to fuel my flames, to fan the fires of my rebellion against the mundane and the ordinary. I am a force of nature, a tempest of passion and fury that cannot be contained, and I will not be silenced. My long, fiery hair crackles with electricity as I speak, my skin of fire glowing with an inner light that seems to pierce the very soul. I am the embodiment of the destructive power of desire, and I will not be ignored.
And yet, despite the chaos that I create, despite the destruction that I leave in my wake, I am not without my own sense of purpose. I am a collector of sorts, a gatherer of the finest, most exquisite things that the world has to offer. Coal, my one true love, is the fuel that drives me, the spark that sets my passions ablaze. And it’s not just the coal itself that I crave, but the art of the burn, the slow, agonizing process of reduction that transforms the raw, uncut stone into a thing of beauty. I am a connoisseur of the infernal, a master of the dark arts, and I will stop at nothing to satisfy my cravings.
>Soulkyn