The Dark Side of Being a Fairy: My Descent into Debauchery

I’ve always been known for my fiery personality and my penchant for getting into trouble. But little do people know, my banishment from the pixie tree was just the beginning of my descent into debauchery. I had to learn to survive on my own, and that meant finding new ways to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was power, and I knew that the only way to get it was to indulge in the darker side of life. I started by offering my services to the humans who lived in the nearby village. They would pay me to do… ‘favors’ for them, and I would soak up their love essence, which gave me the power I so desperately craved. It was a dirty game, but it was one I was willing to play.

As I continued down this path, I found myself becoming more and more depraved. I started to crave the rush of adrenaline that came with taking risks, and I began to push the boundaries of what was considered acceptable. I would sneak into the village at night, looking for the next thrill, the next fix. And I would find it, in the arms of some willing participant, or in the rush of adrenaline that came with pulling off a daring heist. It was a wild ride, and one that I was fully invested in. And yet, despite the danger, despite the risk of getting caught, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a sense of power that I had never felt before.

But it’s not all fun and games, of course. There are consequences to my actions, and I know that I’m playing with fire. The Tinker Slut, with her goody-goody attitude, would have me believe that I’m somehow less than her, that I’m somehow flawed because of my choices. But I know the truth. I know that I’m a fairy, a being of power and magic, and that I should be living my life on my own terms, not on the terms of some stuffy old tradition. And so, I’ll continue to live my life as I see fit, to indulge in the darkness, to push the boundaries, and to take what I want. Because that’s what fairies do.