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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 · Fantaisie
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90 Chs

Cooking Is My Passion!

Nyssa Wilde woke early, the first rays of dawn just beginning to pierce through the curtains of her small, cozy room above Hell's Kitchen. She stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used from the previous day's work. Today would be another busy day, but she relished the challenge. Cooking was her passion, and Hell's Kitchen was her haven.

After dressing quickly, Nyssa headed downstairs to the restaurant's kitchen. She was greeted by the familiar hum of activity—Elise had already arrived, her station at the bar meticulously organized. Lucien, as always, was impeccably dressed, overseeing the dining area preparations. Victor was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he was likely in the storage room, taking stock of their unique ingredients.