The ear-piercing shrieks of the distressed, were sufficient to strike astonishment into angels.
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TW
Gore
Cannibalism
Prison
Death
Graphic?
Being trapped?
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May I be set free, so the angels can eat my body delightedly.
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Name: Delusion
Description:
Human looking
Brown hair, just past shoulder length
Hand cuffs
Gray jacket, white lines on end of sleeves
Black pants
Gray shirt with black a flower design
Green, almost glowing, emerald eyes
Quirk: None
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I glanced over at the other person in the cell, who had just been thrown in.
"You've met a terrible fate, haven't you?" I asked, blankly.
They groaned, sitting up.
They had black hair, blue eyes, and wore a white shirt, jeans, and a black hoodie around their waist.
"What..?" They asked, confused.
"You've met a terrible fate, haven't you?" I repeated in the same tone.
".." They glanced at the floor, sitting up from laying down.
I smiled at them
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The gods may be merciful with you but unfortunately for you, I am not.
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I warned them
I warned them that would happen.
I put my cuffed hands up to the bars, and told the people blankly.
"Why do you believe we did it? I don't even have a quirk."
"You've killed and eaten 23 people." One responded.
".. Yes, but what about them?"
I asked after a moment.
".."
I didn't get a response..
"Answer me." I said, my voice slightly threatening.
".."
No response..
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May your god have the mercy of a hundred souls, because I know after this your god wont give you the mercy of bliss.
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Their flesh tore with a beautiful sound under my teeth.
My cuffed hands painted in warm, thick, blood.
The warm red covered the ground, me, and the two guards.
I bit into his arm, tearing another mouthful of warm, red, flesh.
I was on all fours, I knew I was eating like an animal, but I didn't care.
I haven't eaten proper food in weeks, I was going to tear my arm of.
Just for taste of that,
Warm,
Red,
Tasty,
Flesh.
I heard the door open, the desk hid me and part of the body I was hunched over. But the blood was everywhere and so was the other body.
It didn't matter anyway.
I heard them gasp, and cry out.
I tore into the flesh again, shifting so I was sitting on my legs/ knees, and my hands.
I heard the person's footsteps run away quickly.
I ate the red, warm, flesh some more.
This is the food I should be able to have.
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My misfortune has set me free from this prison of greed.
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