I have always loved youkai. Be it as a mother nursing her daughter or a predator catching its prey, life without them is akin to an earth without wildlife, leaving only humanity, only me. I have never been brought up alongside them as if they were my brothers or sisters, mothers or fathers, nor even as friends or acquaintances, but they will not get out of my head, I cannot cease my adoration for them, each and every one of them, I want them here with me, I want to show how much I love them so internally, I want to have them inside of me, where they belong, where I need them. My stomach may be full, but my mind is always starving.
No matter where I am I can still see them, hear them, smell them, perhaps even feel them, but I wish I could not taste them. There is a sanctity in the time I spend with them before sinking in my teeth. The sheer life they put into just running and flying about, battling and playing with each other, the reality they give to the notion of a never-ending childhood. The scent they often have with their sweat, their breath, their sweetness and the tinge brought forth by what they could have consumed themselves. I also see the energy they put into their figures, their one of a kind vessels akin to one short of adulthood and yet not quite that of a child, the often slim and short compositions of meat and bone, the curious notions of childbearing I have with their forms and the kinds of futures set out for them, they have only ever been that of youkai. They may not be exceptional among themselves, but any one of them certainly are to me.
Every meal I am served, every piece that is cut, I refuse to denote them as simply "youkai". This was once a living, thriving girl who lived a life mere humans would certainly envy. The only thing they grind in their day-to-day existence is not having to care for a thing in the world, let alone Gensokyo. They were likely happy with the land and the life they have been given, that would ensure that they would have no humans trudging into their happiness, and that would give them the opportunity to create a future for themselves that a youkai would not have been able to bring about otherwise. Even if they have not appreciated it themselves most of the time, they were given a paradise where they were finally able to roam freely and happily without any input from humans. I always remind myself of this notion every time I dine on such a bubbly little specimen.
I also tend to wonder what this meal in particular could have brought about had it not been for me. They could have just been another youkai that was simple in character and description, causing whatever kind of trouble would suit their whims. I can also see an exceptional character from what I have culled, someone that offered a kind of influence that no other youkai could likely conjure up themselves. Perhaps even the simple ones could conjure such influence? Were the exceptional ones just shy of achieving greatness? Could these girls have loved someone else? Did anyone in particular truly care about them in return? My mind runs miles imagining just what it is that I have taken away from Gensokyo, and that boosts my appetite even further.
I love youkai both on the inside and on the outside, how both the inside and the outside taste. The scrumptious muscle that was once that of a gentle, wholesome youkai that enriched the lives of everyone that knew her. The bountiful breasts of a fair maiden among youkai that screamed for the life she did not know she had as I extracted it from her, that cried for the family she did not know she wanted as I took that future away from her, that had the perfect kind of body to service a man as to bear his children, which I would make a feast out of for myself. It is not only the body I want out of my prey, it is the life, the soul, the essence of their former place in the world that I want to consume, to digest, to hunt. Even though it is a world of man-eating youkai I inhabit, my main dish is the one thing that nobody in Gensokyo wants to so much as entertain, and it makes me foam at the mouth, I am foaming at the mouth right as I am writing this. I am foaming at the mouth. I must eat.
I still remember the pompous brat I once was. My heart tenses at the past existence that was once my own. I can still forgive myself, after all she might not have been brash enough to take a bite out of a scorched youkai finger. The youkai was already dead, and that was without consequence to itself or anyone else, but it was burned beyond recognition. What stood out the most was its left arm, which seemed as if it were cooked in a furnace to be eaten. That is what I thought when I first saw it, and then I had the notion that I could probably eat this thing without a problem. I had my doubts at the thought for a moment, but I was not one to think rationally. The instant I acquired my intent, I plucked the pinky finger off the apparent hand. It burned slightly to the touch, but my curiosity burned hotter. I at last ate the finger, but I did so quickly as it still burned my mouth.
From that instant and to this day, I cannot describe what it was like to have eaten anything like that. The best attempt I can make at such a feat would be to describe it as having a whole new world open to me for the first time. The satisfaction, the pleasure, the euphoria, it was at a level I had never experienced before, and I doubt I could have ever even imagined such a state of elation. The sensation shook my entire body, my mind, perhaps even my essence, and instantly made me view Gensokyo in a manner I doubt anyone else has viewed it before. I already knew at the time that this would not be the last meal of its kind.
Acquiring more of this meat was easier done than said. I already knew this before carrying the task out, but I was still left surprised at my success, and especially how nobody else seemed to mind. I picked off from the tree of life whatever little youkai came my way, mainly the ones that were already causing trouble. My pacing throughout this time was rather slow, since I could only handle one body so fast, and not to mention somebody may notice a suspicious amount of youkai missing all the sudden. Even if someone did see what I was doing it's hard to say they would be all that frightened. Humans already get hunted by youkai, so why not give them a little payback? Even with this justification, this notion was not one of the first few thoughts that came to mind as I was doing this.
The reward following an incident solved does not compare to that of hunting a youkai. The starting phase just brings so much to mind so quickly, so much that I want. Seeing what proportions a youkai had, their breasts, their buttocks, their thighs, their waist, their skin, seeing what was already edible presenting much more than mere sustenance. Then came observing their character: their cute little names, their playfulness, their silly occupations, their liveliness, and especially the friends they may have, it all gives me a special kind of intimacy for my prey. I have felt more love for them than I ever had for anyone else, as if each and every one of them were my significant other.
For one, there was Rumia. She was always such an unexceptional little creature. She was simple-minded, lightsome, predictable, just a shallow character to anyone that bore witness to her. Once she became my target, however, I came to develop a peculiar kind of fondness for the girl. Her shallowness soon became quite endearing to me, it became one of the facets that I came to cherish the most about her. I didn't cherish it quite as much as her body though. I could go on about it incessantly. Having her simplicity in mind made it irresistible, clouding any and all logic that came to detract my lust. Where to begin: she was blonde for one, had unkempt hair, unkempt breath, an unkempt face, was followed by the scent of sweat and vegetation, her eyes were red and affable, her dress concealed an efficient petite figure that could very well please a man, and to top it all off, she was usually hot. I could not help but get close to her as often as I could, to the point where she came to acknowledge my vicinity. She eventually came to appreciate my company and we forged quite a close bond with each other, making either of us ecstatic upon meeting up with the other. Thus came that fated play-date, where we started our commonplace play-fight with danmaku. I could see her spirit change before my eyes, her glee turned to slight apprehension, and before she could realize it, full-blown terror as I came down upon her. I can still produce vivid images of her wailing, her screaming mixed with her crying at the notion of being slaughtered by such a close friend. I made sure to make her as crispy as possible, and reveal as much of her body as possible at that, but just intact enough to make a good meal out of. The shear horror that was flashing through her mind made me even more tenacious in my culling. It also came as quite a surprise to me, seeing a youkai of all beings fearing for their lives as much as that child did. Dying is rarely ever an actual concern for the youkai here in Gensokyo, although I never did see Rumia ever come back to us since that night.
There was no going back after what had transpired that night. The meal I had not only engorged my sense of taste, but also my sense of love. I felt more of an intimate, passionate, and carnal attachment to the culled Rumia than any other way I could conceive of her. I deduced that I would almost certainly regain these sensations if I hunt for more prey like her. I needed to regain these sensations. There was nothing else on my mind other than devouring another fair maiden. I cared not if they were human or youkai, I had just discovered a luxury that I cannot afford to live onward without. I was not the same ordinary magician after this, I had become something greater, something that bore even more potential than the repugnant brat I once was. No amount of logic, whims, reasoning, or will could water down this euphoria, or the need to feel this euphoria again. I had little to no incentive to hold myself back. I was about to go maniacal with my appetite. There was only the matter of whose bounty I should fulfill next, and I did not ponder for long.
Alice Margatroid was already desirable enough for whom I once was. I could very well tell that she desired me in return tenfold, even with our banter. We were simply destined to be drawn together with the two of us being young and upcoming magicians, and yet we managed to connect with each other even deeper than that. Aside from the equally fair miko, the puppeteer might just be my dearest friend. I wanted more out of her still, even back then. I wanted both her and her body all to myself, by what means I could not decipher. No matter how hard and long I tried I could never summarize my infatuation with Alice. Now that I am as good as an adult, probably more so, I understand all that I loved about her. On the surface for one, she was blonde, gentle, polite, elegant, and always quite the beauty. There was also her affinity for magic and her own dolls, making her quite competent and formidable in the field we shared. Then, my goodness, there was her physique, tall but not towering, thin but not starving, a fragrance that was pleasant yet not intoxicating, fertility that was humble yet plentiful, her breasts, buttocks, thighs, hips, skin, my goodness do their image make me foam at the mouth. She was the ideal fair maiden. Even with her apparent independence, it is not hard to imagine her subjecting herself unto a man, fulfilling her orders to please him, bear his offspring, and be the only sort of wife he would ever want. She had the proportions, the personality, and the prowess to act as a wife and a mother already. She handles her dolls sublimely, so why can she not do the same with children? As much as I let this fantasy run amok in my head, there is one notion that presents itself to completely overpower it, and that is, in a sense, I already have her all to myself.
That was my infatuation with her then. I had acquired an entirely new means of love for Alice at this point. It is a kind of interest I realized I had with Rumia beforehand after narrowing it down. One time when I was with Kourin, I came across a strange toy he had found. It was made in the image of a rabbit and it bawled out a cry whenever I gave it a squeeze. Neither of us knew the purpose of it, but then I came across the youkai of boundaries and asked for her input. She said that it was a toy meant for domestic dogs in the outside world, that it was meant to be chewed as a means of excitement, with the squeaking adding onto it. I deduced that this toy was meant to satisfy the carnivorous instincts of the dog, it was to be chewed after all. The squeaking, however, gave me a strange feeling whenever I thought about it. Was the dog really sadistic enough to reap joy out of the wailing of its prey? Was this something that all predators had ingrained within them? Were youkai here in Gensokyo no different? Why is it like this? Then I finally realized what the wailing meant to the party responsible for it. Nature is anyone's game, the goal is to survive and that is all there is to it. We already have integral behaviors built into our instincts, otherwise no species would get so far. There are some species however that have emotions built into their instincts as well. For one, it makes us happy whenever we come across something that ensures our survival, and just like that I understood completely why a dog would reap joy out of a suffering rabbit. The crying meant that it was succeeding in life, that it was doing what it was meant to do, that it was doing a rather fine job at it, that it should do it again. They may enjoy playing with their chew toys, but perhaps they will never hold up to the sheer ecstasy that is released when they catch a live rabbit. I can at least speak for myself on that.
Alice had to come to my house. I lured her over here with the offer of a simple and clean evening dinner. I would fix a few dishes myself and she could bring some of her own cooking, perhaps even teach me how to cook better myself in the future. As usual, she displayed little enthusiasm, but little incentive to say no. We had done this sort of waltz before, even if we did so mostly at her own house rather than mine. Once she finally arrived, she added onto her traditional bickering about my place with how different my appearance has become recently. All of a sudden I looked as if I put on a bit of weight, and I seemed to age inappropriately in face and perhaps even physique, but rest assured I told her, I was still Marisa Kirisame. I made sure our dialogue for that night would be special, and I wanted a narrow view of her in that fair dress. It would be the last time I would ever see her wearing it. She kept up her uptight facade as she does in my vicinity, but we still shared a period of intimacy with each other. We got to tell each other things that we have not shared before, got deeper into each other's character than we ever had before, discussed what we really thought about each other, talk about why we were friends, and why we liked being friends. Alice really must have thought that our relationship was going somewhere rather special following this night. Our openness with each other really made us appreciate each other more than we already had, and both of us could only want to hear more about ourselves and wanted to see where we were going. It was a pungent, yet pleasant kind of love we have come to share. With her spirits at their height, I served her the Mushroom Stew I had prepared for tonight, and I watched as she slowly but surely lost her grip on her consciousness and fell from this waking reality into a droning dreamland. Now we would finally become one.
I had Alice completely undressed before fastening her down onto my worktable. I spent a little bit of time groping her, making my fantasies run amok yet again. Her skin was so soft, smooth, clean, lively, I could not fathom how I could eviscerate this beautiful coat. Before long enough I noticed that I had been salivating quite a bit, at least enough for me to notice. It turns out I had actually been drooling enough to leave large wet spots on the floor. Feeling the dehydration and hunger, I quickly got all of my equipment ready. Now I only needed her to wake up and experience this harvesting with me. Her awareness returned as her eyes became uncovered, even then it took her a while to process what was happening right now. She seemed shocked to find herself nude, then shocked to find herself bound to a table, then shocked to see me and my tools. She asked me what I was doing with her, to which I replied by being even more open about myself than even before that same night. I was making myself vulnerable this way, but Alice was completely defenseless. She could not conjure up any magic, any dolls, and her grimoire was ought of her reach. She had no chance of getting anyone outside to help either. I kept telling her how I felt about her until she started to panic, at which I was finally ready to begin the slaughter.
I cut into her flesh slowly and precisely as to not tarnish its purity and was rewarded with the whimpers of my patient. I then pulled away the coats I had formed with my cuts and started work on the next few layers. Alice continued to entice me with her shrill voice, but I kept my head and continued my work. Soon I had finally reached the muscles of her left arm, but I let them be for now. I then went on to do the same procedure with her right arm, as the scent from her breathing and her body mingled playfully for my sinuses. I was tempted to start on the torso and down to the pelvis, but I brought myself together to save the best for last, for both the harvest and the wailing. I took my time with her legs and finished up with them in one attempt, I would not let anything else distract my workflow. Then finally came time for the machinery of her life, her respiration, digestion, reproduction, blood flow, the real meat of her being. Alice was already in a stupor, but her terror reached untold levels once I was getting ready to strip away the last of her fair flesh. She screamed as she had never before in her life, and it was a meal satisfying enough on its own. I revealed the breasts to be the awkward, spongey material they truly were, and I left only the surrounding muscles in its wake. I had placed the harvested skin away and in tender sustenance, but not that of her neck or her head, I would keep them intact.
I finally readied myself to harvest the meat, edible and inedible, from the body, and I even told this body of my intentions. Alice, perhaps knowing this was the end, started to cry incessantly, perhaps for the person she once thought she knew and desired, and to think that they desired her in return like this. The notion makes me feel drunk. She continued to cry as I extracted each and every piece I sought for, getting softer and quieter as I went on. I wanted to make sure she would wail to the very end, so that I would get as much of a bounty as I could from her. Finally, after a good amount of work done, she fell silent, and I checked to see if she had any energy left to endure this anymore. Surely enough, it was over. Only for her, not for me. I then harvested the head and made sure to do so more delicately and efficiently than I had been previous. This would be my most prized harvest. The last of the fairest maiden in all of Gensokyo, all to myself, forever.
Alice Margatroid will forever be my most prized catch. The meat was as fair as she was, she would always be the same puppeteer she always was with her preserved head, and everything she left behind was mine. I always had a habit of plundering from others, but never from Alice. Since Alice was mine now, so was everything that was hers. There was her house, all of her dolls, her books, her antiques, her magic, but above all else, there was her grimoire. She had been carrying it by her side just about every time I saw her, and I am sure that she carried it every time she left her house. After acquiring the key to the grimoire and looking through it for myself, I now understand why. It revealed itself to have a vulgar control over reality itself, too vulgar for either I or Alice. When you write a line of dialogue into its pages, it will rehearse your lines in the real world, word for word. You could even write in it without a pen or pencil, you could just put your mind to the task, and you would be at work already. I dared not to dwell on this object any longer. Even with my insatiable appetite I am not juvenile enough to live in a world of my design, with characters of my design, absolutely everything of my design. I did however make sure to utilize it. Now nobody would wonder what happened to Alice, even if she is no longer with them. Besides, I did not need the grimoire to become a god. I was already figuring out the means to achieve that on my own. I was about to take yet another leap forward in my own transcendence.
My next target was Nitori Kawashiro. We've bonded quite a few times in the past, which gave me an insight into her work in mechanics. She has shown me impressive feats of engineering and she often felt comfortable enough to gloat about her prowess in the field. Her work was a combination of youkai magic and machinery found from the outside world which wounded up in Gensokyo. Their unification created a force that nobody in this world should take lightly, not even the gods themselves if the kappa went far enough with it. Nitori, for being such a shy and reclusive girl, is among the most gifted of the kappa and an invaluable asset to not only the Youkai Mountain, but perhaps even Gensokyo as a whole. I sought out to acquire this exceptional machinery and continue her work for myself, but first I required Nitori herself. I could not let such a fine specimen leave my clutch.
I opted to seek her out for myself rather than lure her to my home like I did with Alice. She was hardly one to leave her comfort zone anyways. I arrived uninvited and without consent, which was not unordinary, but especially enticing at this moment. I wandered about her warehouse, and then I found her sitting in front of a wall eating a cucumber, perhaps taking a break. I had originally intended to inquire her about the thought she puts into her work and gather as much of her insight as possible before taking her for myself. Once I saw her figure, however, I was no longer thinking with that objective in mind. I was instead frolicking in my head about how small and petite the kappa was, how precious it may be to some habitants of Gensokyo, how much life it had within its spirit and how much life it exchanged with others. Once the kappa noticed my presence and turned around, her voice then implanted the first impression she gave me when we first met. She was timid, cute, yet competent and caring, such a swell little girl, prey like no other. I craved for the kappa right then and there, not having the patience to cook her or even prepare her. For the first time I foamed at the mouth, my saliva quivering for this girl. Nitori became unsettled at my uprising frenzy and addressed me in a tone just one step away from utter panic. Before she even finished her dialogue, I went ahead and lunged for her, managing to catch her right before she could fly away. She started screaming even before I forced my teeth into her, which appeased my immediate appetite, and caused my strength to surge much harder than before. Struggle as she might, the kappa was like a small child compared to me. Even the larger kappa cannot physically compare to what I now was. I reaped every bit of terror and despair from my prey before I finally took a bite out of her. She had not seemed to realize why I was doing this up until this point, and her terror ascended even higher once she did. Out of her right arm I took bite after bite after bite, reaching the blood-stained bone before I had even realized it. The kappa was already crying once I bit into her shoulder, crushing it with my feral maw. I then stripped her down while in my grasp, and I saw her fertility in all its limited, but soft and supple glory. I then took a bite out of her left breast, then the lower left side of her torso, then her abdominal region, then her left thigh, and then I devoured both of her inner and outer labia in a few consecutive chomps. The shock was becoming far too much for the kappa to bear, even though she was a youkai, and she was running out of the energy needed to continue wailing. By the time I released her from my grip, she could not move away from me no matter her effort. I turned her once again to her back and resumed my gnawing away at her belly. I got much faster once I surpassed the layer of skin and reached the muscle. It was a raw meal, but such a special and precious meal that I could not go without it. The kappa gave me a side dish of her final pleas of mercy and the last tears she was able to shed. Oh so sweet was everything about her. I love that kappa.
Nitori Kawashiro was now mine, and as with Alice, so was everything that was once hers. I now had a whole gallery of contraptions to marvel upon, from the more basic to masterpieces in technology. I did not, however, acquire the knowledge of the kappa to reproduce their likeness myself. I was hoping I could figure this out from observing how she used to work, but in the end, I had no choice but to use the grimoire to enrich myself with this knowledge. I was bound to use it anyway so as to not arouse suspicion around the kappa's absence. With all of her technical prowess now mine, I had also acquired her glee for this arena of creativity. My brain also seems to have been enhanced to accommodate for all of this knowledge. I already had most of the material needed to bring my plans to fruition. There was still one thing that I deduced would make this all the more potent, and that was the magical prowess of a genuine mage. It was not a necessity, but it would certainly help quite a bit. When I considered that outcome of storming the Scarlet Devil Mansion and acquiring the essence of Patchouli Knowledge, alongside a plethora of other persons in the residence, with the grimoire I would almost surely be victorious. With quite a bit of time to prepare myself, I set myself on my way to my next buffet. After quite the achievement with Nitori, I figured that I may as well indulge myself for a little while.
I first sought out the mansion's gatekeeper. Hong Meiling seemed to be taking her duties easy, as you would come to expect of her. Still, it was not long before she noticed my distant arrival, and of course I had little reason to be elsewhere nearby the great misty lake, so she would bring her guard back up just in case. She came to expect the usual bit of trouble that followed in my wake, headache inducing yet still endearing in a sense, at least that was what I could determine observing her stance. I was expecting this kind of reaction, but I was especially waiting for the reaction to my new gruesome image. Once she realized that I was not of the same appearance or physique that she became familiar with all too well, Meiling got quite unnerved. At the slightest hint of uneasiness would be the moment of my first strike, as it would begin the spike of my hunger. I did quick work of the gate keeper, but not too quick as to not have her experience it herself.
I could not make a meal out of Meiling just yet. I had to advance without any sort of delay. The only thing that could trouble me at this point was that I shot down upon the gate keeper so hard as to leave no trace of her former character. I still managed to put aside my frustration and move on towards the mage. Once inside the mansion I was greeted with surprisingly little resistance from the housekeeping. I suppose at least most of them had not yet noticed what had entered the premises. I was in a rush all throughout as I entered the library and sought out Patchouli Knowledge. The library was very large, larger than I remember at that, but it only made me quicken my pace. At the alarm of the security books and the maid fairies, Patchouli found out my position by the time I found out hers, and at that instant she flew up to face me. She started to complain as usual about the books I had recently stolen from her, and with a peculiar kind of light in her eyes she only ever shines around me. Said light vanished as she made eye contact with her intruder, only vaguely resembling the rowdy magician she both hated and loved. Before she could arm herself, I closed the space keeping us apart, and I commenced my plans for thrashing her. She was a potent magician, but a physically frail girl and suffered from asthma at that. There is no possibility of her defeating an opponent without any of her magic. I picked her up with ease, carried her around like a sack of wheat, and bludgeoned her body against the various bookshelves and the floor. I made sure to steer clear of her face if I could, as I wanted to preserve it like I did for Alice and Nitori. We flew around the place erratically, even for me, and before long I decided to bring the mage to the ground and finish the job with her. I made several jabs at her chest and stomped on her arms and legs, hearing them crack and break apart, giving me a forlorn taste of her bone marrow. I then reached into her right sleave, clutched her bruised and bloodied arm up to the shoulder, and tore it off in a messily an agonizing manner. She was now screaming for the whole mansion to hear, but I still had time. I then grabbed her other arm, sleave and all, and did away with it even more brashly than I did with the other. Patchouli seemed to already be succumbing to shock, and to make matters worse for her she had an asthma attack, leaving her in a heaping struggle to cough and to yell, all with blood building up in her throat. I was losing my time with the mage, so I finished it by making several stomps on her chest and throat until she could no longer utter a sound and grabbed her head with both hands as I yanked it away from her shoulders. I marveled as much as I could at my new catch, and took a few bites out of her arms, but I had little time to do either. The rest of the mansion was coming my way.
I went and scurried about the rest of the mansion on my way out of the library, waiting for the first inhabitant to come in my way. That first inhabitant, to my surprise, was Flandre Scarlet, the younger sister to the Scarlet Devil. It was clear to me that she had no idea what was going on as she was filled to the brim with glee as she came to see me. Only one as brash as Marisa Kirisame would make such a bold entrance into the library, as she seemed to think. She would waste no time in order to play with me. I could see the glee drain from her spirit little by little as she took in the being she that was now observing her. The western-styled magician she once knew was now in the form of what was perhaps a legitimate witch. I was now brimming with thickness from the tip of my scalp to the soles of my feet, and yet I also seemed to be brimming with energy from my posture. My skin was now a deep, visually striking yellow, and I appeared to be much older than I actually was. My eyes were now basically entirely black, as my iris and pupil now dominated the breadth of my eyelids, and what was once white within my eyes was now yellow as well. Adding onto all of that, I was currently foaming at the mouth and covered in blood. The little sister unnervingly asked me what I was doing with the librarian, and she then tried asking me if I really was the same Marisa she had come to know. I responded with no hint of uneasiness in my voice saying that I was not the same Marisa, that I was now something much greater than before, that I had acquired an ecstatic life as a genuine predator. I need not tell her of my desire to devour her, as the way I conducted myself made that apparent enough. Without a second thought, Flandre tried squeezing her hand and tried to annihilate me, but to no avail. Overcome with shock and horror, she fled away from me to go get help, and I chased after her at a parallel pace.
I could tell when Flandre reached Remilia, and perhaps even Sakuya. She started to wail to them about what was approaching them. They must have told her she could destroy them with ease because I heard her cry out that she could not and said in particular: "She has no eyes! She has no eyes! She has no eyes!". It was right around this point where I caught sight of the little sister again, to which she and the other two I already inferred flew away from me. Not one of them tried to confront me, but it was not hard to imagine why if Flandre could not dispose of them. It was not long before I used the grimoire to catch Flandre, stopping her in the air and forcing her down to earth. Remilia looked back sternly for a moment, but she and Sakuya had no choice but to leave the little one behind so as to not have to deal with whatever she could not even destroy. Flandre continued to cry out for her sister and her maid as they flew out of sight, and ultimately out of the mansion, leaving her all to myself. I then poured a stream of running water all throughout her body with the grimoire, borderline incapacitating her. With her belly on the ground and her back and wings facing up into the air, I grabbed both wings and stomped down on her spine as I pulled out both of her ornamented appendages, as I did with the arms of the mage. They took longer and were much sturdier than the latter of course, but that made it all the more agonizing for my subject, and all the more delightful to myself. I wanted to force out every last scream I could out of Flandre before parting ways with her, and even though her kind has the physicality akin to an Oni, her voice ending up becoming hoarse, dry, worn out beyond repair from screaming. I now had both of her wings, muscles and nerves still attached as they were removed from the spine, and I left Flandre to get herself back up and wander off into the unfamiliar depths of my new domain. I would not make a meal of her until I savored every last bit of misery possible from this undying species, so that I could taste a special dish that transcends mortality, even among the average youkai. We were still playmates after all.
After my task had been completed, I took to acquiring everything that was left to myself in the Scarlet Devil Mansion. For one I used the grimoire to inherit all of the magical prowess of Patchouli as I did with Nitori. I then kept all of the maid fairies for myself to either continue housekeeping or as an occasional side-dish. There was also a strange essence hidden deep within the mansion. One that I can only assume must have been used by Remilia to give Sakuya her ability to control time and space. With this now out of her reach as far as I know, I acquired much more than I bargained for. I then utilized this essence for myself in order to manipulate space-time around the mansion as the maid did herself. Now I can do this sort of dance without the aid of the grimoire. With the main spoils being reaped, I set out to fulfill the main ambition that led me to my acquisition.
I stopped time inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion in order to create and prepare my very own dolls, inspired by none other than Alice. I went back to the Forest of Magic and the Youkai Mountain to regain all of my equipment from myself, Alice, and Nitori and returned to the equipment of Patchouli to begin construction on a new, special kind of doll to aid me in my new way of life. After a considerable amount of time, although not in real time, I created my first autonomous doll, which I named "Boston". It stood at two meters tall and weighed two hundred kilograms, and was specialized to hunt potent youkai mostly on its own. It had several thrusters at the back to aid in its flight, and even a minihakero to go along with them, giving it a formidable amount of firepower. It was also able to withstand the heat it produces within its built-in furnace for cooking raw meat and for heating up its kanabo, which it uses to bludgeon its prey for easier work later on. To top everything off, it had been given a spirit with complete loyalty and regard for me and a burning hatred for any and all things it can feasibly hunt for me. She will always be one of my favorite dolls. My second autonomous doll was also a beautiful specimen, which I named "New York". This doll was three meters tall and weighed three hundred kilograms. It was specifically designed to disarm its prey by a variety of means, either by the various chemicals and magic it released into the air, enduring its prey long enough for them to tire themselves out, or by coercing them into embracing its motherly love. It has a built in cavity used to store whatever prey it has caught and return them to me for future culling. To top everything off, it has also been given a spirit, one that is also utterly loyal and considerate of me, as well as bearing an unparalleled loved for whatever prey it is able to hold within itself. In a short amount of time, I will have built dolls that are able to reproduce themselves, and I am working on my very own Goliath Doll, which I have already named "Philadelphia". Even by then, Boston and New York will always be my favorite among them all. They are like legitimate daughters to me, and I a legitimate mother to them.
Even with how I expected my designs to perform, I still managed to be impressed with what my creations have accomplished. For one, New York managed to capture the night sparrow without much difficulty at all from what I have observed of their interaction with each other. Mystia Lorelei seemingly had the stupor to seize the first opportunity to climb right into the cavity without so much as a second thought. As for Boston, we managed to make quite a big catch together. Through a chase and with coercion, we managed to take out that corvid girl that always bothered everyone. Albeit Aya Shameimaru was an appreciated figure in Gensokyo, she is even more so to me now, especially with the damage Boston was able to deal to her in one surprise blow. In the meantime, I have continued my everlasting playdate with Flandre, bringing her psyche further down each time I took a peak at her. Aside from that, apparently Daiyousei was employed here as a fairy maid, so I had the idea of capturing her and using her as a lure for the ice fairy. Cirno was always adamant about getting her friend out of this hellhole, but I was more adamant about having both of them stay for dinner. She would always regenerate; thus she would always come back, thus she would always delight my appetite. There is also apparently another guest in the mansion I am still not very knowledgeable about. All I can infer is that she is the younger sister of a certain someone. Whoever she may be, I hope I can make her feel quite at home and have at least a sample of her flavor. Life is good for me. Life is much better than it once was. Life is about to become so much better pretty soon.
I have avoided the clutches of death to an incalculable degree due to the grimoire. I simply do not want to use it as a shortcut to anything and everything I want, but I have to more often than I am pleased with. I could bring that degree of often down quite a bit, however, if I had acquired the Hourai Elixir. With it, I will yield to absolutely no power in Gensokyo or beyond to forfeit my life. I will have everything I need to live eternally in my buffet in my very own Nirvana, forever and ever, always happy. I already have preparations for the long-term. There is Koakuma, who is just one of many youkai in Gensokyo that I have deemed more than suitable for routine reproduction and eventual domestication of the species to make for a much greater meal. I have already started the first few steps with her and several other little devils in the mansion with summoning male devils to procreate with them. The procedure is already a success, and I already have plans to acquire more suitable youkai for ceaseless breeding, such as Kagerou, Urumi, and Nemuno, just to name a few. I can have them even without the Hourai Elixir, but with the Hourai Elixir, I can have them forever. I will be able to hold onto my precious world and my precious family for the rest of time and whatever comes after it. I will have an endless feast to my insatiable delight. Nobody yet knows where the elixir is at this moment, and I would make myself quite a big target if I inquired after all I have done up to this point, but I welcome such a fierce kind of competition. I look forward to doing battle with those who still attempt to uphold their draconian ideals of order for Gensokyo. I look forward to coming up to face who is bound to be my most prized meal yet, even after Alice herself. I cannot waste to taste another one of the fairest maidens in all Gensokyo, no, every world there is. Fair miko, let us dine.
