An Extra’s POV

Scylla was a cannibal.

Personally, she enjoyed her meat slightly undercooked, so she could get the moisture just right, and her spices were also milder than usual.

She also didn't like her food preserves prior to being served, which meant every time she was hungry… someone had to die.

There was no preserving her meal afterwards.

Scylla had friends who shared in her twisted hobbies and enjoyed the same delicacy as her, so she turned her disgusting practice into a business.

She would procure, process, and even sometimes cook the meals that her comrades would enjoy, and they would give her money or small favors in exchange.

Of course, these people readily agreed.

They were too high-profile to risk their names being marred by murder or some kind of illegal activity. Also, since most of them weren't particularly deep into the criminal Underworld of the Alliance, they didn't know how to properly go about killing and processing humans.

In the end, it was far better for Scylla to do the dirty work.

There was something else too…

Out of all the clients Scylla had, none had managed to outmatch her own cruelty.

She was the worst of them all.

Since she preferred her meat to be very tender, her favorite maal was the meat of young ones—the younger the better.

Imagination could go wild on that, but it was exactly how it sounded.

Her twisted nature knew no limits.

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'What… the fuck?!'

The more Rey got to know about Scylla, the more the disgust in his stomach bit at him.

His bloodshot eyes couldn't stop twitching as he tried his hardest to process the information he was receiving.

'Even… babies…?!'

very beautiful. Not as pretty as Esme, or even Alicia—in his opinion—but she was a very

let that distract him from his task. However, he often thought

on another

thought she would be such

thought she

that was still true, Rey hadn't known how far those 'self interests' would take her, and just how much she

If he had known…

killed her myself!' He gritted his teeth

enough." Rey sighed, pinching his nose with

Rage. Disgust. Downright confusion.

to the point where

he wasn't

gotten to the final stages of his plan, he simply teleported away from the kitchen, leaving the sliced

them, without exception, had become the very

fleeting thoughts

Almost done

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[Moments Later]

happy you weren't there to

reappeared in the hall that was used for the Dark Gathering, a

on one of the chairs, seating amidst the disturbing

and gore greeted his senses. He was already used to seeing all

at his

people who do not deserve to live. People who

worse than

intelligence, and their main directive was to kill

couldn't help

learned about this very

just proven to him that some humans

caused his code to

difference between killing people like that and

shouldn't have to be a last resort, but something he had to actively do

better, safer place…

he should pay visits to some of the names he saw

been a

world of Scylla, he went around and

searched every nook and

find that Curse Item that Rebal was referring to.