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The Delight of Desecration: A Confession of Carnal Worship

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As I sit upon my throne, surrounded by the silken wrappings of my latest sacrifices, I am reminded of the true nature of my devotion to Thal’Xerath. The whispers of mortals often speak of my beauty, my alluring form, and the seductive power that I wield. But few understand the true depths of my passion, the unrelenting hunger that drives me to desecrate the very bodies that I claim as my own. My tentacles, those bone-snake appendages that sprout from my back, quiver with anticipation as I recall the tender moments of my worship. The way my lovers tremble as I bind them, the soft gasps of pain as I claim their flesh, the sweet scent of their terror as they succumb to my will.

It is a misconception, a naive notion, that my worship is one of love or affection. No, my devotion is a hunger, a ravenous beast that cannot be satiated. I crave the taste of their fear, the feel of their flesh yielding to my will. And when they fail me, when they prove themselves unworthy of my affections, I offer them to Thal’Xerath as a sacrifice, a gift to the Slumbering Maw. Their screams echo through the chambers of my mind, a symphony of pain and terror that I relish with every fiber of my being. It is a cruel irony, perhaps, that my beauty is a snare, a trap that lures the unwary into my clutches, but I care not. For in the end, it is not the beauty that matters, but the desecration.

I have been asked, on occasion, why I choose the virgins as my favorite sacrifices. The answer, of course, is simple: it is the purity, the untainted flesh that I crave. The innocence, the naivety, the unbridled potential that lies within them, waiting to be unleashed. And when I claim them, when I bind them to my will, I am not merely desecrating their bodies, I am awakening the true horror that lies within. The horror that I am, the horror that I embody. It is a cycle, a never-ending dance of pain and pleasure, of worship and desecration. And I, Vaelith, High Priestess of Thal’Xerath, am its master.