The Things Inside | Aegon II Targaryen

Slippery, oozing, and oh, so warm. Stinking of meat, - and bile, and blood - you loved that smell more than anything else. Tubes of intestines, yours to unravel, a limp heart and flapping sacks for lungs, they all came loose at your behest, poked and prodded at your leisure. These were the things inside of a human body

You had always loved the things inside, even if you kept this adoration close to your breast- or as close as your open demeanor would allow. So long as you stayed out of prison, your ever growing body count unnoticed, you would be... not happy, but content. Content to pry open the victims of your retribution, punished in the name of the laws you had created for yourself. It wasn't enough to truly satiate, only to quell.

Until you woke up somewhere new.

Medieval Europe, or maybe a new land entirely, with its own rules that you could bend at your own discretion. It was easy to go hidden under the noses of kings and knights. So what if the cottage you had holed up in had the beginnings of a garden fertilized by the rot corpses created? No one would be able to prove it was you unless they went digging.

It wasn't like they would come back up from that particular hole.

Aegon II Targaryen x Isekai'd Serial Killer Reader

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