MasteroftheMidnightYard: WE'RE SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!
TruDivination: It's mostly my fault. I got back from spring break, and immediately had to rush to complete all of those essays and presentations that I was supposed to be doing earlier, and then my teachers gave me even MORE homework (9th grade isn't always fun…). Anyway, my younger sisters can't do anything without moi, so that is why there were no updates.
FlyingElephants: Hey, that's not true!
MasteroftheMidnightYard: I can write stories perfectly well on my own, thank you very much!
TruDivination: Well then why didn't you update without me?
MasteroftheMidnightYard: Not my job.
FlyingElephants: You're both wrong in whatever argument it is this time. Lets get back to the story!
MasteroftheMidnightYard: *sigh* fine. Which one is it today…HELL YES!
FlyingElephants: Huh? What is it?
TruDivination: Sweet, it's Conchita! I've been looking forward to writing this one (even if it does gross me out at times)
All: Readers be warned, beyond this sentence is stuff that can be a bit disturbing if you get a mental picture of it. Also beyond this sentence is the review button. Please press it.
The Hetallious Chronicles
Chapter 7
Repulsive Food Eater Conchita
Year 325
Bow down and worship our great Conchita…
In the heart of the Belzenian Empire lies a mansion. A very large and lavish house that is a beauty to behold to outsiders. A house that speaks of the ancient days of their empire of greatness.
A mansion that locals will not approach.
According to those brave enough (or foolish enough) to go near the gate that encircles the property, claimed that a rotten stench emanated from the grounds. It was also said that the carts that delivered food and other supplies to the mansion were at one time filled with the finest foods from all over the world.
But now they were filled with the most gruesome food items possible.
Inside the mansion lived the great Belzenian warlord Emellia Conchita. Long ago, she had been known for her strong personality and beauty, with her dusty blonde hair that had one strand at the front that would always stick up. Her glasses that somehow added further to her beauty, and striking blue eyes, quite common in that region of the Belzenian Empire, unlike the conquered Asmodean region to the north.
Once one of the strongest powers in the Empire, she had now become incredibly focused on tasting everything in the world. It was her personal goal to eat everything that there was in the world. It was her sick obsession.
At first, she had sought after the finest gourmet foods. There was not an edible of the highest quality that had not gone past her blood red lips. Every delicacy from every land seemed to require her taste and approval.
However, soon she grew tired of these foods. When there was finally nothing left the gourmet chefs could offer her, she set her desires to a new focus.
It was now her goal to find and eat the most repulsive food that the world had to offer.
The foods that were now delivered to her dwelling were enough to give any normal human goose bumps. Still, she devoured them without hesitation, her everlasting hunger never satiated.
Emellia's food materials were never delivered to the mansion itself. Instead, her butler and maid would receive the carts at the gate of the grounds. This was because the horses pulling the carts world never dare to go past the fence, as if they were spooked terribly by the presence of the mansion. Even when the butler and maid unloaded the materials to take to the kitchen, the horses would draw away from them.
The two servants were very unusual themselves in their own way. They were two twins, a boy and a girl, who looked eerily like Emellia. The only differences in their appearances and Emellia's was that they had a slightly lighter shade of hair, eyes a soft shade of violet, and a long strand of hair that, instead of sticking straight up like Emellia's, dangled down in a small curl. However, the glasses and the face was the same. Both of them had repeatedly been confused for the warlord herself. Otherwise, they faded into the background, serving their master without a second thought.
That was what confused others the most about the two. Their incredible loyalty to their master. The girl, Madeline, seemed to take wicked delight in serving Emellia, as she poured the new wine, called Blood Grave, into a dark red glass (this wine was rumored by the locals to be actual blood…). The male twin, Matthew, seemed oblivious to what exactly it was he was preparing with the cook for Emellia's meals. He could have been cooking humans themselves and he wouldn't have noticed. The mystery of their loyalty was never solved though.
As time went on, Conchita's tastes grew more and more strange. Soon, poison itself became a spice in her dishes. Strangely enough, this did not affect her in the slightest. And even when she had finished all that had been prepared for her, she would sometimes gnaw on the plates themselves so as to try to fulfill her hunger.
Eventually, her whole day became one never-ending meal.
Very soon after the meals grew longer and longer, Emellia's fifteenth personal chef this year (all the others had quit very soon after being hired) grew tired of all of his work. He soon attempted something that was unheard of in that mansion. He approached Emellia without permission, and trembling, he asked her…
"My Lady, would it be possible for me to take a few days off for a vacation?"
Emellia Conchita turned from her current meal and looked at him, disdain obvious on her face. She stood up. She walked slowly around him, sizing him up, as he stood shaking in the center of the room. Then she suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his oriental clothes and dragged him off to the kitchen. She grabbed one of the knives from the counter, forced her chef's head and neck over the sink, the twin servants watching with interest…
Soon, the chef's blood started pooling into the sink. Emellia then turned to her servants and pondered to herself, I wonder what this useless chef tastes like… That dark brown hair that was in a ponytail would look good on an appetizer salad.
She looked pointedly to her servants and they nodded, already knowing what was being asked of them. Well, at least Madeline knew. Matthew probably was just following his sister as usual.
Later that day, after that useless Chef was truly gone, Emellia found herself craving the taste of human flesh again. She looked out the window where she could see her servants unloading the newest shipments from the carts. Emellia shook her head, she wanted none of that filth now that she had found another taste, but where to find more of it? It would be unlikely that another chef would be willing to work for her, especially because of her reputation. Her eyes fell on those funny twins that worked for her. It would be such a shame to lose them, but she was so hungry.
"Butler, what do you taste like?"
Even those two had also found their way into her stomach, following all that they had sent there themselves.
Emellia Conchita was alone in the large mansion now, but there was no more food! The carts had stopped coming, and she knew it would be purely torture to go into town and eat the plain and normal edibles that she had long since grown past the taste of!
Lamenting the fact that there was nothing left to eat, she stared at her most prized possession, her blood red glass. For some strange reason, the man who sold it to her, who was quite eager to be rid of it, claimed that it had been formed from a large red pomegranate seed. But the glass was pure crystal. Funny, her hunger had started soon after the glass came into her possession…
Emellia picked up the glass and twirled it between her fingers. As she stopped, she held it up to her face to see her reflection. Suddenly, a revelation dawned on her. She looked at her right hand that was holding the glass, realizing that, yes, there was one more thing left to eat in this mansion.
Emellia Conchita finally found the most repulsive food in the world. That food was none other than herself, the one who had tasted everything the world had to offer.
However, no one will ever know what she tasted like.
TruDivination: Wow! That was more fun than I expected! But it does take away the creepy mood if you are listening to "Po Pi Po" at the same time.
MasteroftheMidnightYard: Yes, yes, I am a genius. Heard that all before. Now FlyingElephants just needs to proofread it. Get over here!
FlyingElephants: *zzzzzzz…*
MasteroftheMidnightYard: O_O Can I wake her up?
TruDivination: Sure. I'll read the new character listings.
MasteroftheMidnightYard: Sweet. *Grabs baseball bat*
TruDivination: Right. Also, little heads up. Characters can play more than one role if they are gender bended. The new characters are:
Emellia Conchita: America (You know, he's always eating those hamburgers, and if he can eat all of that food without getting fat, that's one major thing he has in common with Conchita)
Wicked Maid/Madeline: Fem Canada (I hope you could tell from the description)
Stupid Butler/Matthew: Canada (We couldn't find any more twins, so we used both Canada's. Please don't kill us.)
Useless Chef: China (I just figured to put him here because all the other nations are making him cook for them. And we were bored.)
TruDivination: And as a bonus treat (no pun intended), I have the menus from the last meals Conchita ate!
Today's Breakfast Menu~
- vegetable juice made from 16 types of herbs
- corn flakes with enriched iron content
- poisonous mushroom consommé soup
- chef's salad made on a whim
- servant's specially made brioche
- 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, queen-style
- Japanese-style grilled eggplant, without the eggplant
- maid's bread baked on the spot
- chef's specially made ice-cream with dried sweet potato sticks
- self-produced HI-POTION (McShake Mix)
Today's Dinner Menu~
- chef's salad made on a whim
- long and thin pasta, very long and very thin
- platter (unable to be revealed due to adult content)
- smudge-covered gazette, RR-style
- soup (unable to be revealed due to adult content)
- wine as red as blood, or actually, blood
Today's Late-Night Snack~
- (unable to be revealed due to adult content)
- (unable to be revealed due to adult content)
- (unable to be revealed due to adult content)
- (unable to be revealed due to adult content)
- (unable to be revealed due to adult content)
*sounds of pain heard from other side of room*
MasteroftheMidnightYard: Now, proofread it, or your teddy bear gets it again!
FlyingElephants: I don't have a teddy bear! And that's the cat you're hitting, not me!
All: THANKS!