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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
90 Chs

Elf On The Shelf, Part Two (ft. Sauce)

Victor stood in his home kitchen, a bubbling pot of sauce on the stove in front of him, the scent of herbs and spices filling the air. His focus was intense as he stirred the pot, occasionally tasting the sauce with a wooden spoon and making minor adjustments. On a chair next to him, bound and gagged, was an elf with wide, terrified eyes. The elf squirmed and groaned, trying desperately to escape, but the ropes were tied too tightly.

Victor didn't seem to notice the elf's distress, or if he did, he didn't care. He was too engrossed in his cooking. "You see," he began, addressing the elf as if they were having a casual conversation, "the key to a perfect sauce is balance. You need to find that delicate harmony between acidity and sweetness, between spice and savor. Too much of one, and you'll overpower the dish. Too little, and it'll be bland."