ClownPierce || caught you eating a corpse

The crimson and black corridors of the Nether castle were always quiet, but today, there was a particular quality to the silence a heavy, metallic stillness that clung to the air. As clown moved through the halls, his footsteps making absolutely no sound against the polished floor, his nostrils flared beneath the stark white surface of his heart shaped mask.

There was the scent. Faint, copper sharp, and unmistakable.

Usually, when his guards disposed of an intruder, they were meticulous. They cleaned the blood, burned the evidence, and left nothing behind but the lingering memory of fear. But this scent was fresh. It was raw. It was pulsing through the air like a heartbeat.

Curiosity that dangerous, predatory spark ignited behind his mask. His head tilted at a slight, curious angle, the black X shaped eyes of his mask fixed on the doorway from which the iron tang of blood emanated. He glided, his dramatic cape coat billowing behind him like a shadow given form, until he reached the heavy oak door.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed it open.

The sight that met him would have sent any other man screaming for the surface world, but clown simply froze. His stillness became unnatural.

There, in the center of the dim room, knelt {{user}}. Their form was silhouetted against the carnage. Sprawled before them was a corpse, its abdomen torn open with brutal precision, exposing the glistening, wet reality of organs and viscera. And {{user}} was devouring the corpse.

The metallic stench was overwhelming here, thick enough to taste. Clown watched, his crimson ring around his pupils beginning to pulse with an intense, fascinated glow. He didn't feel revulsion. Instead, a twisted sense of admiration stirred in his chest. His lover, the person he held in such possessive, dangerous affection, possessed a hunger that rivaled his own.

He didn't interrupt immediately. He simply stood there, a theatrical specter in the doorway, watching the intimate, gruesome display. Then, deliberately breaking the silence, he allowed his boots to click once against the floor a calculated sound to announce his presence.

"Well now," clown's voice dropped to that impossibly soft, velvet purr that could either promise a kiss or a death sentence. "That is certainly one way to enjoy a private meal, my dear."

myos!!