Sun lit up the surroundings, a beautiful day and a beautiful start. Children played happily, their laughter filled the area. Kyofusho, from a distance, watched. His gaze fixated upon the children. He himself could join them and play, after all, he was still young and happy. But every time he did, he would be discriminated against for how “demonic” he looked. So, he just watched, unable to do anything.
A life of being normal is one he dreamed of, one he truly wanted to grasp in his gray hands, just so that for once, things can feel normal for him. Even as a child, he yearned for a life where he was accepted as one of them and not treated like he was a monster waiting to get locked up. He dreamed deep, wishing that he would be able to feel what it would be like to run in the fields, be free without anyone telling him that he did not belong here. But of course, for how he resembled the dead, he was never regarded as a normal human being in the end.
The only people to have accepted him for who he was would be his sister and Cillian. But now? She seems to have forgotten about him ever since they separated. Cillian is now just a memory though his physical presence remains as a rotting hunk of meat.
Alone in his cell, next to the remains of one he cared about. Restraints kept him from leaving, so… What exactly can he do now? As days passed and the consumed meat was finally digested, he was starving like an animal once more. The body was so near to him, he can practically just pull it to him. It wasn't in the best condition now due to the fact it had been infested in flies and maggots from the amputation. But..
Its scent. It was tantalizing. Kyofusho had to keep his self control and dignity to himself, however the feeling of consuming the arm from last time taunted him. Even if it wasn't a 5-star meal, it felt fulfilling enough. It had a unique taste that made his taste buds tingle, its texture close to beef like the one he used to consume when he lived under his adoptive parents’ roof. He couldn't keep starving everyday. Yet, he feared that if he were to consume the meat, he would be no better than the demon- man he resented.
However, in a fit of desperation, with nothing else to do, he lost his control and started devouring the body like a predator consuming their prey. Each bite is fueled with the feeling of wanting to survive and live. One thought came to his mind;
“What would they think?”
He hated that he had succumbed to the ways of sin his abuser did, but he had no choice. He can't live starving every day because he has to survive. With the disgusting taste that lingered on his tongue, the blood and guts that stained his skin, he had successfully consumed the body. He didn't cry, he didn't scream, he just sat there, and felt like he really was nothing but a mutt, an animal that would do anything just to survive. He was no saint, and he was no tragic hero. He felt like he really was no better than the prince.
All his dreams and ambitions, were they really meant for him to survive? When he wanted so badly to just compose music on a gittern, participate in festivals, drink beer with friends, and just feel alive at the moment, would they really benefit him? He always wanted to be and feel like a human, that way he didn't have to suffer the way he does now. But… was it really worth it? Would being human truly satisfy him the way his fantasies told him it would? He tried his best to find ways to look like one and yet he was still outed for being different. So, he laid there, looking up at the ceiling and thinking to himself, “in another life, would it really be different?”
For context, she's a variant of an au of her however her universe got destroyed and so she swings by in the Omega timeline, though she's mostly chill and not really homesick knowing there's someone like her.
Warnings: Violence, Abuse, Force feeding, Cannibalism, Adero, Muzzles, etc.
Content: OC fic, Mayhem Massacre
Note: This fic is CANON to the MM story.
☆࿐ཽ༵༆ "𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓, 𝒆𝒂𝒕" ༆࿐ཽ༵☆
Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest
All was served on a silver platter when you lived the life of a prince. Servants, followers, priests, peasants alike all catered to your every need. A life like that would be easy. The king of the Sun Kingdom was absent because he had been missing for a long time. His son; Adero, took over for a while. The prince ruled the kingdom with kindness in his heart, wanting nothing but the best for his people.
As he steps out into the fresh air, the commoners immediately praise and offer him presents, which he denied.
"No need to give such blessings, for these should be shared to those in need." Adero told them, a smile plastered on his face. The commoners were bewildered at his decision before praising him for his selflessness and generosity.
These peasants all treated him like a god. They'd worship and make songs all dedicated to their prince. When they weren't, they'd try to do everything they can to prove their loyalty to the Royal Family. The absence of the king was a hard time indeed, however they at least had the chance to enjoy their lives due to their kind hearted prince.
He was a miracle, a blessing from the Gods they say.
...
Night rolls in, tainting the corners of where sunlight usually shone. The prince strolls over to the dungeon, a cold, dim area where the only source of light were the weak candlelights. In the dead center of the prison lies Kyofusho. His body chained up, beaten up to a pulp as his hair was unkempt and had grown long. His void eyes gaze mindlessly onto the dead body of his comrade that was in the process of decay, the earthy smell hitting the Prince's nostrils.
"Pi-yoo! That stinks!" Adero exclaimed rather playfully, a stark contrast to the dim environment. Kyofusho glances up at the prince, the dead look in his hollow eyes start to shift into one of rage.
His mouth tries to open, but is unable to due to the fact that it was sealed with a muzzle. The only thing Kyofusho could do was shake in the cell out of vexation. He was staring at the same man who put him here in this cell, the same man who tortures and cuts his body, the same man who took his sister away from him.
"Now, now, mutt don't cause such a fuss." Adero's lips curve into a smirk, he unlocks Kyofusho's cell. There he saunters over to the chained man and places his hand underneath his chin and pulled him close.
"Still mad about your sister? Still mad that you're stuck here in this cell left to suffer? Oh please, you're practically given a home, be at least thankful." Adero taunts, his gaze averting to the dead body in the room. "My and it seems that your friend has seen better days, hasn't he?" Adero lets go of Kyofusho's chin and grabs the corpse on the ground by its head.
"If you didn't know... He was a well known criminal. Cillian was known to run anti-Sun kingdom parties to throw me off my status." Adero's hand brushes through the corpse's hair that covers its face. "Seems that he wasn't quite successful."
Kyofusho watches in fear and dread as Adero just holds his best friend's corpse by the neck. His breathing starts to quicken as he then feels his nerves tingling with magic. However before he could even do anything, the magic properties in the chains that kept him activated, shocking him and keeping him in place.
Adero's smirk widens further. He starts chuckling, his grasp on the corpse letting go.
"Oh heavens, the look on your face truly is something, hehe. Well let's not dabble too much and finally let you have your spotlight, shall we?" He helps undo Kyofusho's muzzle.
The muzzle falls onto the floor with a clank. His expression is dark as he glares at the prince. He opens his mouth but he can't get many words out. He takes deep pants before gaining the right words to say..
"You fucking asshole. You sick, disgusting knave. Six months here Cillian suffered and passed right in front of me and yet you mock his death? He was my comrade, my company and yet you... YOU FUCKING BASTARD HOW COULD YOU-" He tries to move out of the chains wildly, wanting to land his fist onto the prince, yet he was shocked again by the magic. Adero just watches with amusement before snickering.
"You call this vile rotting meat a comrade? He was nothing but a nuisance to my kingdom. Thankfully he died." Adero grabs the corpse by its neck once more before throwing it onto Kyofusho's lap. He could swore he saw the thief shake in fear as his hollow eyes met the dead eyes infested with maggots. The stench of rotting flesh filled Kyofusho's nostrils yet he didn't feel sick or anything. In a vessel where he doesn't feel any human like feeling other than emotion, he can't seem to find any disgust in the corpse mainly because he was already used to the smell.
The feeling of being dead has always crossed his mind. He never wanted to end it all however it just came up as a curiosity. Now, however, he's feeling more alive than usual. Due to the adrenaline and due to the fact that he's been left in prison to starve. With a body unable to feel any illness, practically close to immortality, he still felt one thing, one singular thing common in survival; hunger. His stomach growled, his eyes darting up to Adero and down to the corpse.
"You seem famished, hm? If you are, maybe you could make the right decision and well..." Adero grins at him. Kyofusho's eyes widen and he starts yelling. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?? I-" Kyofusho gets shocked once more.
"In nature, you need to survive. Not like my guards would give you food anyway. It's also not like your sister guards the dungeon." His smile widens in a perverse way, bringing memories back into the chained thief.
"Don't you mention my sister in this." His expression darkens further, glaring up at the prince. Adero however senses vulnerability in the thief and takes advantage of it. He takes the corpse that was on the thief's lap and snaps its arm off like it was a twig. Terrified, Kyofusho stays back, watching some blood fall from the broken off limb as Adero reaches into his pocket and grabs a knife. There, he makes a bite size cut of the meat.
"Well, whatever about your sister. Back to the topic of hunger," The prince takes a bite of the rotting meat, Kyofusho left speechless, shaking in place, unable to even look at Adero. "You really think it's worth it to starve here rather than take advantage of your food supply?" Adero smirks, cutting another piece and taking a bite, the taste of the meat making his taste buds tingle. Kyofusho snaps out of it, filled with rage as he speaks up "What sick product of debauchery do you think you are?" He grunted, his voice dripping with malice and spite. Adero pauses his eating and looks down at him. "I'm the prince of this kingdom. You're just a peasant, one of many. I can do whatever I want and in exchange, I get praised." Adero cuts a bit of the arm.
He grabs the thief's head, pulling it forward and forcing his mouth open and shoving the piece of rotting flesh in. He gags and chokes on the flesh of his dead friend. "Besides being a peasant, you are a freak of nature. You're not human and you never will be. You're a hideous beast. To think that someone like your sister would love you is an insult to her dignity." Adero forces the amputated arm into Kyofusho's mouth. "You've gotten too soft on yourself over one person who doesn't even seem to remember your existence. So I'm doing you a favor, eat."
Adero lets go of Kyofusho before heading out of the cell, locking it tight. Kyofusho ended up consuming the meat out of force. He feels disgusted in himself for even committing such a sinful act despite it being forced upon him. Yet, was he even a saint in the first place?
