How The King Met His Demise
Summary: Temptations prove too much for the chimera ant king, Meryem, to handle. Contains spoilers for chapter 299. Not related to the current plot.
The heat was overwhelming. There was not a slightest breath of wind in the stagnant atmosphere.
Meryem stood at the highest point of the tower, where Pitou usually stationed himself.
The king would have perspired, if he could. But he was the final and finest evolution of all living things, such a heat was, literally, not worth breaking a sweat over. Still, he felt uncomfortable at the stillness surrounding him, where even light seemed to travel slowly.
They say a hungry stomach meant an angry man. Well, Meryem was no ordinary man but neither was he invincible to the cravings of his body.
Ever since Pufu and Yupi had fed themselves to him, after that fateful explosion by that old geezer who refused to negotiate without resorting to fighting, Meryem had desired day and night to taste that heavenly delicacy once again.
Meryem's hunger pangs bothered him so much, he almost wished he had never tasted that. Almost, but not completely, because not experiencing such forbidden ecstasy would be equivalent to losing his purpose in life and nothing in this universe was ever quite forbidden to Meryem. Except allowing Komugi to die, of course.
The blind girl who had crazy hair and a constant supply of mucus was another source of the king's desire. Though the attraction may not be physical, Meryem experienced a different kind of euphoria whenever he engaged her in a game.
He recognized her tremendous, though highly specialised aura, limited to matters regarding shogi and idly wondered if she would taste as good as the highly skilled nen users he had eaten, or even his royal guards.
It did not take much thought to reach a conclusion; Meryem doubt he would get more pleasure consuming her as compared to enjoying the countless games of challenging shogi for as long as her life lasted. Pitou would see to that when the time came.
A sudden surge of hunger caused Meryem to bend over, clutching at his abdomen in agony.
His eyes widened in horror.
Such a pain was so foreign that it caught him unaware and resulted in a reaction extremely unbecoming of a King who dominated the Earth.
He considered recalling his royal guards and taking in some of their cells to sooth the withdrawal symptoms which were becoming unbearable.
But just a moment!
If his royal guards, who were born to serve him wholeheartedly all their lives, whom he was way superior to, tasted so good, imagine the whole new level of pleasure and enjoyment his own flesh would bring!
Staring at his muscular tail, Meryem licked his lips. He was confident that he possessed the self discipline and control required to stop, should his little experiment venture too far.
"Just a little bite wouldn't hurt, right?"
Right, or so he thought.
~End~
A/N: Hope you guys get the joke =D