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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
Not enough ratings
90 Chs

The Game's Afoot

In the heart of a dimly lit chamber, far beneath the bustling streets of New Albion, Gabriel Thorn stood before a figure cloaked in shadow. The room was cold, the air thick with an eerie silence that seemed to swallow any sound. The only light came from a single flickering candle on a stone table, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.

"Gabriel," the figure spoke, her voice a smooth, commanding whisper. "Report."

"Lady Seraphine," Gabriel began, his tone respectful but firm. "I have concerns regarding Victor Delacroix. The resurgence of The Butcher—"

Seraphine, a senior member of the Crimson Veil, interrupted him with a dismissive wave. "Spare me your grievances, Thorn. We all know about your... history with Delacroix. Is this truly about the organization, or is it personal?"

Gabriel's jaw tightened. "It's both. The Butcher's resurgence threatens our agreement. Victor Delacroix hasn't adhered to the terms—"