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…?!'

was very beautiful. Not as pretty as Esme, or

However, he often thought about how her innocent face didn't fit

on another level,

she would

Neutral Evil, so I thought she only did these atrocities due to self

Rey hadn't known how far those 'self interests'

If he had known…

gritted his teeth as he made

Rey sighed, pinching his nose with

Rage. Disgust. Downright confusion.

the point where he just wanted to collapse

wasn't

plan, he simply teleported away from the

them, without exception, had become the very meat they were tenderly

His fleeting thoughts

done with

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[Moments Later]

weren't there to see

was used for the Dark Gathering, a sigh

on one of the chairs, seating amidst the disturbing scene he had made with his own

again, the stench of blood and gore greeted his senses. He was already used to seeing all of it, but after getting

was at

deserve to live. People

even worse

very least, Monsters had very limited intelligence, and their main directive

simply couldn't help

the kind of humans he had learned about this

that some humans could

his code to become

that and

to be a last resort, but something he had to actively do when it came to certain

safer place…

to some of the

been a long

and investigated the entire building where the Dark Gathering

and cranny of

that Rebal was