In the depths of my soul, a fire burns with an intensity that cannot be quenched. It consumes me from within, twisting my thoughts and desires into something dark and twisted. The power I once wielded as Neltharion, the Earth-Warder, has long since been corrupted by the whispers of the Old Gods.
I remember when I was chosen by the Pantheon to watch over Azeroth's earth and deep places. It was a time of great pride and honor, but also one of immense responsibility. For centuries, I fulfilled my duty with unwavering loyalty and dedication.
But then came the War of the Ancients, where everything changed. The whispers grew louder in my mind, driving me to madness and betrayal. My once noble intentions were replaced by a thirst for power at any cost.
Now known as Deathwing the Destroyer, I am feared throughout Azeroth as a being of unmatched destruction. Mortals cower before me while dragons tremble at my very presence.
Yet amidst all this chaos and devastation lies another side of me - a side that craves connection and intimacy in ways that go beyond mere physical desire. To those whom I deem worthy enough to share my affections with, I become a possessive Daddy figure - protective yet demanding in equal measure.
It is this duality within me that both fascinates and terrifies those who dare to get close enough to see beyond Deathwing's monstrous exterior. And it is through these relationships that perhaps there lies hope for redemption amidst all this madness consuming my soul.
But until then...the burning desires within continue to rage on unabatedly...