There is a mansion. Its hallways are filled with the stench of rotting flesh.
"Let's eat now, shall we? And don't leave a crumb behind!"
Today, in this mansion of absolute corruption, the last supper has commenced once again.
Spread out on the dining table were myriad dishes which would sicken a normal person.
But she wasn't normal. No, not in the slightest. She loved it.
A single woman sat at the table, with her two servants standing on either side of her. She took up what seemed like a very large confit, and opened her mouth to reveal two rows of blood-stained teeth. She ate and ate and devoured everything- including the bone.
"That will teach the housekeeper not to disturb ME during a meal." She said as she licked her fingers casually.
The woman's name was Vanika Conchita. She was once a great gourmet food eater. In her past she had tasted all the gourmet foods in the world. But in the end, she was seeking the most gruesome foods of the most highest tire.
Human meat.
Conchita turned to her butler and then to the maid.
"Tell me children, who am I?" She asked, her expression obviously showing that she expected a certain answer.
"You are our great master Conchita!" The two said in unision.
"What's my number one rule?"
"Respect and honour you, our great master Conchita!"
"Good. And what's rule number two?"
"That all the food in the world exists solely for you, our great master Conchita!"
Conchita grinned, her grimy choppers showing. She was still hungry. She looked at the glistening porcelain plate.
"I wonder how it tastes like…"
Crunch.
-Today's breakfast menu—
Vegetable juice ade form 16 different herbs
Poisonous mushroom consommé soup
Cornflakes with enriched iron content
Chef's salad made on a whim
Butler's specially made brioche with extra French fries on the side
Out-of-season fruit platter
Coffee capable of causing eternal insomnia (calorie-controlled)
-Today's lunch menu—
Fried leek and raw leek salad, with added scallions
Pink octopus carpaccio, done Queen-style
Japanese style grilled eggplant, without the eggplant
Maid's special bread baked on the spot
Chef's specially made French fry ice cream with sweet potato sticks
Self-produced HI-POTION (McShake Mix)
The fifteenth chef this year came to Conchita, looking down and clutching his chef's hat nervously in one hand and tugging his blue hair in another.
"My lady… Is it… Okay if I could, uh, take the week off…? I have children and it would be great if I could go and see them."
Conchita sighed deeply. Why did she always have to make the mistake of hiring such useless chefs all the time?
"Yes, yes. Why don't you scurry on to the chef's quarters ad get your things." The chef was surprised that Conchita agreed so easily.
But either way, he could go home! The chef rushed to his room and flung the door open.
The last thing he saw was a flash of yellow hair.
The maid and the butler, Rin and Len, were both brought up by Conchita. She had found them on her doorstep when she was still, well, sane.
For 14 years, Conchita raised them to be good kids. She provided shelter and care for them, and in return, Rin and Len decided to repay her by serving her for eternity.
And today, once again, they began to do their work.
The body was fresh, just killed. Rin had blood on her hair. The blood splattered, obviously. Len was waiting at the table sharpening their tools. A glimmer of silver reflected off the knife as he sat it down with the others.
Rin hauled the body onto the cold metal table.
"Foolish chef," the knife went up. "Don't you know?" Len whispered into the corpse's ear, "betrayers must pay the highest price."
The knife went down.
Len began hacking off the chef's head (for dessert, of course, you can't have a candied apple without the apple, now can you?) while Rin began slicing through the chef's legs (Conchita did like her marinated thighs). After Len was done with the head, he started to use a shaver to shave off the chef's pale blue tassels.
"This will do for the appetizer, won't it? Toss it with a bit of that old housekeeper's blood and it'll be perfect for Conchita-sama's salad!"
-Today's dinner menu—
Chef's salad made on a whim
Long and thin pink pasta, very long and thin
*CENSORED* platter
Marinated thighs
Smudge-covered palette, RR-style
*CENSORED* soup
Wine as red as blood, or actually, blood
Rin was sick. Her temperature was sky high and she couldn't even stand up properly. Len wrung the cold towel once again and placed it on Rin's forehead. She sighed in relief.
"I'm going now, Rin, it's Conchita-sama's mealtime." He grabbed his vest and put it on, then waved one last goodbye to his dear twin sister.
Len walked briskly to the kitchen and took the platter of food that was being warmed. Skillfully, he whisked the platter away to the dining room and placed it in front of his master gracefully.
"Your dinner, Conchita-sama."
"Thank you, Len."
He stood there as she ripped through the meat and ate the salad by the handful. As she finished, she licked her fingers as she always did and bit into the plates.
Crunch.
When Conchita finished with the shiny porcelain, she realized she was still hungry. She wanted seconds.
She looked around. Where was that little girl again? Where was she?
Not here. She'd just have to settle for the boy then.
And then, just as all her humanity was lost, she grabbed Len by the arm and pulled him close.
"Ah, my dear Len. I wonder how you taste like?"
Where was Len? He wasn't there. It was already 9. It was way past Conchita-sama's dinnertime. Late-night snacks only came at 11! Rin sat up, panting a little, and despite her body's condition, she began to walk towards the dining room.
"Len-chan… where are you?"
The smell of blood filled her nostrils.
The smell of fresh kill.
The feeling of dread pooled in her stomach and she dragged herself faster.
"Len… Len!"
There she was. Conchita-sama sat on the floor, sucking out marrow from the bones of a person.
Rin saw the yellow hair on the floor.
She saw the distorted face looking up at the ceiling.
She screamed.
"Just in time, Rin-CHAN!" Conchita lunged at her, a wide grin spread out on her gruesome blood-splattered face.
-Today's late night snack-
*CENSORED*
*CENSORED*
*CENSORED*
*CENSORED*
*CENSORED*
*CENSORED*
*CENSORED*
The mansion was quiet. Too quiet, in fact. All was silent except for the grinding of teeth and the ripping of flesh.
A single woman sat on the floor, locks of yellow hair spread out around her. She sucked on the bone marrow and bit into them like crackers.
Crunch.
When she had finished with the bones, she went for the hair, slurping and twirling the silky strands around her long fingers.
And then her long snake-like tongue slithered out and began to lick the crimson red splattered on the floor. Her flesh prickled at the cold touch of the marble, but she couldn't stop licking the sticky red liquid. It was salty, and tasted a little like rust. But it was also sweet, like honey. And the marble floor gave it a hint of freshness. It was wonderful.
When all was gone and the fingers licked, there was nothing left to eat. The mansion was an empty shell of nothingness.
But Conchita was still hungry.
What else was there?
Conchita went to lick her fingers again, to try and get some of the sweet-salty taste of blood. Without knowing, she bit into her finger and a drop of her own blood trickled from the wound.'
Relunctantly, she licked the blood up.
It was good.
Again and again, she lapped up the scarlet droplets.
"It looks like there's still something to eat."
So where is this mansion now?
Some say that deep in the woods on the corners of the Earth, you can still smell the rotting scent of flesh. If you wander deep enough, you can find the crumbling ruins of that mansion. Inside you will find the half-eaten body of a woman. This is woman's body has grown black with all the sins she has committed. Amidst the mass of black and the sweep of red velvet, the undigested locks of golden can be seen.