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Hell's Kitchen

Meet Chef Victor Delacroix, a culinary genius with a chilling secret! By night, he was known as "The Butcher", a ruthless serial killer and assassin wielding a blood-stained meat cleaver. His grotesque talent? He gains the abilities and attributes of whatever – or whomever – he eats. This macabre skill set made him one of the most feared figures in the criminal underworld. Fed up with his gruesome life of crime, Victor decides to vanish from the radar and start fresh. He moves to the capital and opens an exclusive restaurant called "Hell's Kitchen." His dishes are unparalleled, attracting an elite clientele: the wealthy, the corrupt, and the morally bankrupt, each harboring their own dark tastes... In Hell's Kitchen, every dish tells a story, and every meal is an experience - often literally a slice of life. Yet, his patrons are blissfully unaware of Victor’s true identity as The Butcher, concealed behind the charming facade of a master chef. As Victor tries to carve out a new existence, the ghosts of his past start to close in. Sinister patrons with dangerous appetites, old enemies seeking revenge, and the lure of his own monstrous cravings threaten to drag him back into the abyss. The line between his dual lives blurs, and each night becomes a battle to keep his sinister nature at bay. "Hell's Kitchen" is a twisted tale of redemption and temptation, where humanity and monstrosity collide. In a world where darkness is served on a silver platter, can Victor ever truly escape his blood-soaked past, or will the shadows consume him once again?

deadmandreaming · Fantasy
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42 Chs

Liam's Fourth Mistake

Joahna Moriarty pushed open the doors of Hell's Kitchen, the soft murmur of conversation and clinking of glasses enveloping her as she stepped inside. The warm, inviting atmosphere of the bar was a stark contrast to the cold night outside. She shrugged off her coat and made her way to the bar, her eyes scanning the room.

Elise was behind the counter, mixing a drink with practiced ease. Her eyes met Joahna's, and a charming smile spread across her face. Joahna took a seat at the bar, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and caution.

"Good evening, detective," Elise said, her voice smooth and inviting. "What can I get you tonight?"

Joahna lit a cigarette, taking a drag before answering. "Bourbon, neat."

Elise nodded and poured the drink, sliding the glass across the bar with a deft hand. "Rough day?" she asked with an earnest smile.

Joahna chuckled softly. "You could say that. This case has been quite the puzzle."