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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

The Valley Of Loathing, Finale

Joahna Moriarty sat across from Victor LeClair in the dimly lit booth of the Black Raven, hanging on his every word. His voice was low and cautious, the murmurs of the club's patrons fading into the background as he shared what he knew.

"The Temple of the Second Order," LeClair began, "wasn't just a criminal organization. It was a brotherhood, built on loyalty and secrecy. When your mentor, Sherlock Holmes, started dismantling it, those who escaped went underground. They've been rebuilding, slowly and carefully."

Joahna nodded, her mind racing. "And now they're back, mimicking old crimes to send a message. But why now? And why target me?"

LeClair sighed, glancing around to ensure they weren't being overheard. "It's personal. The new leader of the Order has a vendetta against you."

Joahna's eyes narrowed. "And who is this leader?"