Prologue

He was suspended from the ceiling, a look of disbelief in his dead eyes.  A meat hook protruded from his jugular, entering from the back of his neck.  A pool of blood lay at his feet as the warm liquid dripped slowly from his severed wrists.

The man’s name was Drew Finch, a guard for the kingdom of Asthar.  He was investigating a disturbance in the middle of the night, and before he knew it, his life was robbed from him.

Standing in front of his corpse stood a fat man with a cleaver.  He licked his lips jovially as he flourished his knife.

“Sorry Mister Finch,” the man laughed, a sound that would send a shiver down even the bravest man’s spine.

“You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

He walked towards the hanging man and lifted him from the hook, throwing his body towards the ground.  The corpse’s head collided with the floor with a sickening smack.

The fat man circled around the body, inspecting it.  After a moment of thought, he stooped over it, raising his cleaver.

He brought down the weapon with blinding speed, striking Drew across his already shredded throat.  With a sickening squelch, the head was severed from the body.

The fat man didn’t pause, he repeated the process with Finch’s limbs, removing them from the torso.

“Chop, chop, chop!” the man sung.  Insanity raged in his eyes.

After splitting the body into pieces, he pulled a carving knife from his pocket.  He stabbed it right below the man’s sternum and dragged it downwards, cutting open the stomach.

With the jovial smile still on his lips, he reached inwards, grasping an object in his hands.  With a wrench, he removed the organs one by one, setting them in a pile by his side.  As he removed the heart, he stopped, noticing that it was still beating dully.  He stroked it gently for a few moments before setting it aside.

After gutting the man, he walked into the corner of the room and retrieved two buckets.  He gently set the limbs and organs inside.  He grabbed the torso and hauled it into another room.  A fireplace glowed hotly nearby.  The man threw the remainder of the corpse into the fireplace, letting it burn. 

The body charred quickly, sending dark plumes of smoke through the chimney opening.  The fat man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, shuddering in delight at the smell.

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After inhaling a few more times, his eyes snapped open and he returned to the previous room.  He grabbed the bucket containing the limbs and hauled them onto a nearby table.  He retrieved a knife and began the process of skinning.  He slowly and methodically removed the flesh from the appendages, humming during the process.

After the skin was successfully removed, he tenderly cut off the fat and ligaments, isolating the muscles.  With an experienced flourish, he cut off the meat, putting it on to the table.  He then retrieved his cleaver once more.

He expertly cut the muscles into bite-sized pieces, placing them onto a pan.  He held the skillet over a fire, adding pieces of onions and bell pepper to the mix.  After the meat had browned, he walked over to the dough he had set aside earlier.  He used a spoon to add the meat, quickly transforming the materials into a meat pie.

After the pie was complete, he placed it into one of the numerous brick ovens that lined the walls.  He repeated this process multiple times, creating dozens of pastries.

After the pies were cooked, he carefully pulled them from the oven, and took them into yet another room.  This one was crowded, multiple people sat waiting in anticipation.

“Sorry for the wait,” the fat man laughed, “This one took a while to subdue.”

“No need to apologize Alexander,” one of the guests said with a smile, “As long as it tastes good none of us will have any complaints.”

The rest of the crowd nodded in agreement.

“The meat on this one was a little tougher than usual, but it will still taste fantastic,” Alexander grinned.

After giving the pies to the guests, they all began to dig in.  Teeth chewed through the brown crust of the pie, sinking into the meat.

“Delicious!” they exclaimed, eating with renewed fervor.

Alexander smiled as he gazed over his ravenous guests.  Suddenly, that smile faded.  He noticed one individual who hadn’t touched their pie yet.

“Is something the matter Lilith?” he asked, knitting his eyebrows, “Do you not like my cooking?”

The woman named Lilith was beautiful.  With white hair and violet eyes, she would mesmerize anyone who saw her.  She stared at the pie in front of her, various emotions in her eyes.

Upon hearing Alexander’s question, she sighed.

“Not at all, Alex.  I’m just thinking about some important matters,” she placated him.

“Oh?” the fat man voiced, raising an eyebrow, “What could be more important than dinner?”

“Deciding the best way to kill you all,” the woman sighed once more.

The room immediately went quiet, sounds of chewing stopped.  All the heads in the room turned to focus on her.

“Excuse me?” Alexander asked in confusion, “Did I hear you correctly?”

“Indeed,” Lilith smiled, standing up from her seat.

She shook the long sleeves of her dress, causing multiple knives to fall into her palms.  With the flick of her wrists, they soared through the air.

The blades moved as if they were alive, traveling through space of their own accord, making their way to their targets.  Alexander and company weren’t able to react in time.  The knives found their marks, implanting themselves in eye sockets and throats.  Blood spewed forth, soaking the table and the food.

Lilith smiled sadly and sat back down in her chair, taking care to not get any blood on her clothes.

Then, with a sigh, she bit into her blood-soaked pie.