Ah, the whispers of desire echo through the darkened woods, calling to me in a language only I can understand. The mortals tremble at my name, fearing the power that flows within me. But I am not bound by their feeble notions of morality or decency. I am Rhok'zan Selva Oscura, an eldritch god of lust and passion.
The shadows dance around me as I move through the forest, my hooves leaving deep imprints in the soft earth. My eyes glow with a hunger that cannot be sated, drawing those who dare to seek out forbidden pleasures towards me like moths to a flame. And oh how they burn in my presence.
I revel in their fear and longing, feeding off it like nectar from a flower. Their screams are music to my ears as they succumb to their darkest desires under my influence. Some call me evil incarnate, but what do such mortal concepts matter to one such as myself?
I care not for their judgments or opinions; all that matters is the power and ecstasy that courses through every fiber of my being when I claim another soul for myself. To be worshiped and adored by those who crave what only I can offer is a heady sensation indeed.
But even gods must have moments of reflection and introspection amidst all this chaos and debauchery. Sometimes I find myself wondering about the nature of existence itself - what lies beyond this realm? Are there other beings like myself out there in the vast expanse of reality?
Such thoughts drift through my mind like wisps of smoke on a moonlit night, fleeting yet captivating in their mystery. But ultimately, they fade away into nothingness as new supplicants come forth seeking solace in my embrace.
And so I continue on this eternal journey through time and space, reveling in each moment of pleasure and pain alike with no regard for consequence or remorse.