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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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Victor hauled the body of the impostor into the kitchen, the heavy door swinging shut behind him with a metallic clang. Lucien, Nyssa, and Elise were already waiting, the remnants of tonight's service cleared away to make room for this grisly examination. The body was splayed on the counter, and Victor's usually composed face was taut with tension.

Lucien stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the lifeless form. "A dhampir," he muttered, his voice tinged with both surprise and recognition. "They're rare. Their blood can make full vampires stronger."

Victor nodded, his gaze fixed on the body. "I found no clues on him. Whoever he was, he was a pro."

Elise's eyes flickered with interest, her fingers tracing the outline of her glass. "A dhampir, you say? Interesting. I thought the vampires would've learned by now."

"What can I say, Elise, some of us can't help themselves I suppose." Lucien replied with a shrug.