Kankaku

I don’t see the need of me doing this, but I follow the orders of the chief primordial under any circumstance. Hecate has ordered me and all other emotion gods to write our backstories for you all. Since we all have love stories (besides me) she asked us to simply wait to write until this collection was set up for you all. Eurydice tells us there’s one above us all writing us in these experiences, but they’ve always been seen as crazy so why stop believing that now? Anyways, my stories are far darker than the rest. Being the God of Desires and Greed makes sense once you hear this “love” story. Have fun, if you’re sadistic.

“Listen, you’re here only because I want you to be. You aren’t in my dungeon simply because I’m trying to give this ‘loving and caring’ thing a try. You’re making it really hard,” I tried to reason to a fellow patron at a bar. They scoffed and spoke rudely, “You won’t ever find love by trying to force me in your arms.” I rolled my eyes, angry but trying to understand. People always say finding love is nice, though it’s so much nicer to force that love. I yawned and waved a wing, then spoke,” You want to follow me home and will sleep with me.” Suddenly her expression turned into that stone-cold face I love. I smirked and offered my hand, which she took and simply stared straight as I walked her to my home in the mortal realm. It was a cute little cabin that had brick walls, a wooden ceiling with green clay on it, a farm on the side filled with carrots and berries of all assortments, and a tiny pool in the back dug out and walled with clay. I pushed her inside and locked the door. Being nude, I didn’t need to worry about undressing, though she would. I ordered her to get undressed and took a line of coke as she did. I told her to come to me and have fun on me. Suddenly, I awoke. I got up and sliced my wall as hard as I could with my wing, piercing a hole in it. Why does this happen every time I’m about to have fun? I threw my hands up in defeat and put on a tuxedo fit for me. I looked amazing and did a very long line of coke. My morning medication I would say. I walked out to my farm and grabbed some carrots, berries, and water. I threw them into a pot under fire and walked around looking for game. It wasn’t hard and very quickly killed it. It was a decently sized deer and I put it in my stew too after chopping it up a bit. Bones are a nice addition, but I needed more than just meat. I yawned and flew up in search of fruits or vegetables to put in it. I found some tomatoes and potatoes but nothing else. I grunted in frustration but went back to my cabin and continued cooking. I put in a few local herbs and spices, smiling as I waited for it to cook. I’d need to get one of my toys to do anything lewd right now, so I simply relaxed and allowed my line to do what I wanted. It’s not hard to make coke, so long as you have a good supplier. I ain’t got money, but my ingredients can be exchanged for food. I could even get some people if I exchanged my stamp card. It’s quite comical. Anyways, I went out south and went inside a rotten tree, sliding down its hollow trunk and landing inside their lair. I flew past their guards and went into their backroom to communicate. I told their boss that my food supply is currently being prepped and that they’ll get it so long as my ingredients are ready. He gave me a nod and I walked away, going back to my soup and finishing it up. After adding a few extra things, I brought the warm soup pot with me to the fire. In return for my soup, they gave me my ingredients and I used my card to get a free slave. A really nice and cute teenager. 15, named Zelda, and about my height. I had strap-ons, and I generally find females easier to take care of. I entered my cabin with her following and ordered her onto my bed. I told her to lie down and play with herself while I do some cooking, forcing her body to do exactly that. While she did that, I was cooking my coke. It was really easy and I made quite a lot with what I was given. Once I was done, I gave her some to use and we began to have fun. I pulled out a big and long dildo and threw it at her. “Pleasure me,” is all I said. I smiled as she picked me up, beginning to lick inside of my cloaca. She pinned me against the wall, pushing her tongue as deep as my body would allow her to, making me cum quickly. After squirting a few times, she put on her strap-on and began to thrust it into me relentlessly, not even giving me time to think from the last orgasm. She hugged me close, and pinned me to the wall and floor, making me cum all over my home. Once I ordered her to stop, she laid me on the bed and laid next to me, making out with me. I knew I made people around me horny, but damn was that something. Anyways, after all that fun, we laid together and cuddled. Being rough is all I’ve ever known. When you’re born and raised to be the evil sibling, everything in your life goes wrong. I want love so badly, but Jesus is it hard to do so. I think I should give my life story, not just that “love” story. First off, I was born from the Deity of Emotions. She gave birth to the gods that control all emotions, and she controls us. She looks down on us simply because she gave birth to us. Did I ask to be born? No! I’d much rather not be here, but my mother forced me to be the one always in trouble. Always the one that my siblings would cry about. It’s why I live in a fucking remote area close to only drug dealers. I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE. Being born a god is terrible, you’re treated like a pureblood. I don’t want to be anything but normal, find a partner for love and move on in life. But how can I do that when they all leave? I can’t find love because all I know is the hatred and pain my family has brought me. Jesus, I’m crying now while writing this. That 15-year-old? I took her to the nearest village and released her after we had fun. I just, wanna be good. why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? why can’t i just be good? why can’t i be good? I just… am sorry. I need a minute. Anyways, after crying for some time, I think you should know how I feel about everyone and everything

Currently, I feel like shit. My life, as stated before, has been shit. All I know is pain and all I know is how to inflict the pain I’ve felt. My brothers and sisters? I hate every single one of them. Every single one of them hit me and hate me, simply because of a title I was born with. I just want to be normal, and I’m crying right now because I know I’ll always be broken.