COOK. M. ( 32-35 ) Lee Soo Hyuk.
THE WORLD IS BUT A GAME AND YOU WILL TRIUMPH AS VICTOR OVER IT. A prodigy following in the footsteps of your renowned mother and father, it was only natural for you to surpass limits and break the rules that existed. You play with food, you turn it into a game, the natural swing of one movement to the next - ah yes, everything was easy. Egotism blossomed as did the nonchalance of your handsome demeanor. You laugh, you tease - another grin, cheekier than ever as you rise. They say the higher you climb, the greater you’d fall, but it runs in your blood, your veins, to alternate between the crossroads before you. An answer would always exist, all you have to do is find it.
Lackadaisical debauchee, even your mistakes and failures make you great. You were looked upon as a saint of bloodshed and of mercy, radiant in your demeanor - the calming presence right before one’s last breath. The ease of killing under the oath of an archaic King bored you, the loyalty you had pledged upon your tongue was regurgitated nonsense. The laws that presided over the country were a death sentence to freedom, to growth, to progress. The day you dared to gaze directly into the eyes of your sovereign, you smiled - bidding adieu to it all, no bow made in sight. He was not your King, not of the future that you desire. Your arrogance sentences you to treason but you smile - you already knew, every danger in society would come to challenge you. And you would do what you did best, rise again and again.
MADAME MASSACRE ⌱ APOLOGIES I MAKE WITH A KNIFE IN YOUR SKIN
Did you feel pity when you first saw her? Even you could barely remember if the girl was a child or a weapon awaiting to be sharpened. It was in a shared talent for violence that you two were put to use for the King himself. You remember the blood that dripped from the corners of her lips as she devoured, standing barefooted and hollow-eyed after each task. You deceived yourself into believing that you came to her aid - in truth, it was your own hubris, arrogance and superiority that drove you to do what you did. You offered an outstretched palm, you shared laughs and she learned to smile; it was sickeningly sweet. But then one day she stood in your way, and you remembered, what a stupid disposable nuisance - so you didn’t hesitate. Sorry, you said humorously between pointed teeth as you buried her alive with palms of blood. In another life, perhaps you would’ve liked to be friends. Another lie. You’d kill her again as a reminder of her place.
ANGEL OF TERROR ⌱ BLOODSHED BETWEEN BOYHOOD AND BROKEN BONES
In a godless place surrounded by the weight of your ancestors, it was only he who knew you from the very beginning. You were always made to feel special until you were introduced to him. He treated you without deference and the intrigue built a weave of endless competition - for the first time, another boy stood shoulder to shoulder with you in talent and reputation. He knew you as you knew him - all those hours spent fighting side by side, reveling in your triumphs together, a friendship built on the warmth of his arms around yours. You held him close and you believe he did too. But then he disappeared. For the first time in years, you felt the wretched grief of abandonment and loneliness. He changed when you saw him again, disregarding what once was shared, holding a blade to your throat as he reminded you of his ambitions. You have not forgotten the betrayal that made him into someone you despised. For that, you shall remind him of your pain with a fist to his bones. In your cruelty, you shall beg in the silence, between the smear of blood, murder me if you dare.
GOD KILLER ⌱ I NEVER DESIRED A GOD, BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS HUNGER
You, who knew life first in its most feral and humane nature, chased the world in curiosity. With him, you followed his footsteps since you learned his name - he, who stood tall under the legacy of a man made like God, dazzled with temptation. It was ironic how he saw nothing but prison in a life that permitted endless wandering and yet envied the leash that shackled you to a life that you never wanted. Was it greed or was it the cannibalization of yourself as you ate the dreams of the people you brought to death itself? The countless moments where your paths crossed had predestined your fate as enemies. But the more you came to understand the necessity of your roles - the more you came to understand the parasitic dependence of needing each other to survive. He became your unspoken brother of blood. Seeing the cold depth of a man who slaughtered his father cover your mistake, one worthy of your death, struck a chord in you of pathetic anguish. He chose to become what he despised for your preservation. It was then that you yearned to be something more than a pawn on the world stage.
SUNKEN WITCH ⌱ YOU CONSUME GOLD AS I INHALE BLOOD
It was she who came to you first with a proposition on her tongue. At first you had merely complied out of curiosity but it wasn’t long before you began to manipulate the framework of her game. While her connections touted notable figures, you found a way to persuade her of your preferred targets - she hardly relented to it when you made sure to line her pockets with the aftermath of your carefully selected carnage. It was a slow purge of the corrupt that seemed to cleanse court every so briefly. But you knew better than to trust the machinations of your own decisions and devices. When one devil was eliminated, another would replace it as its new head, the pieces only changed with a new face and name - their core still as rotten as ever. However, you kept such thoughts to yourself, knowing better than to work too closely with SUNKEN WITCH. You can see the corruption that shines in her eyes. You’ve always watched her without her knowledge to keep her in check. Should she stray beyond the boundaries, you wouldn’t hesitate to add her corpse to your ever-expanding graveyard.
SAINT GUILLOTINE IS OPEN & THEIR SPECIAL STAT IS STRENGTH.
