Butchers, open for business; 02 [open, EVENT]
[Trigger warning: gore and torture]
The announcement had carried through Fuyuki City for the last 24 hours, and probably wouldn’t cease until all those involved were aware that the time for fighting was near. For Uryuu however, there was little for him to do: his servant had not yet materialise, and judging by the company he already had bumped into he was well aware he would not stand against most of those who were currently participating in the Holy Grail War.
However, that didn’t mean that the young serial killer’s reign of terror had to slow down…
Within the confides of his hideout, a cave-like area dug into the sewers of Fuyuki City, a bonfire and candles were the only thing which illuminated the otherwise dark base of operations. A new addition, though, were a series of signs placed so that they directed to Uryuu’s location. Usually he would want to keep it concealed: he was a wanted fugitive hunted by police and vigilantes. But tonight, that was going away - there were more important things than being concealed.
Uryuu hummed away as he laboured around the area, making sure everything was perfectly in place. On a table right beside him, crudely crafted bowls of what appeared to be human skulls were filled to the brim with intestines - thinly sliced and cut into a mock pasta dish. They were neatly aligned, some older than others showing how fresh the produce was, as if they were behind a display counter at a food store.
Additionally, hanging by meat hooks from piping near the roof, human arms and legs were scattered all around the room. Fresh, cooked, burned: once again a variety to choose from, depending on personal preference. By now, it was evident by the preparation of the organs and limbs that Uryuu was passing them off as food to restore prana.
Of course, he didn’t expect to sell any of this. Uryuu thought of it more as an exhibition of his ‘talents’ to anyone who would deem it necessary to visit him. For good measure, however, there were various signs at the entrances of the sewer system promising free food for prana restoration. Disguised as a pit stop provided by the Church, since their announcement so desperately urged participants to rejuvenate their prana supply.
The coup de grace, however, was still on it’s way to completion. On either side of the bonfire were supports - both holding up a firm, steel pipe. Similar to one which you would place a pig on when you spit roasted it before eating. On one of the ends was a handle, which Uryuu moved towards with a sinister grin and started rotating.
Hog tied to the pipe? A still-breathing man, ungagged, screaming for his life as the fire slow roasted his body. The man’s desperate yells did nothing make Uryuu rethink his actions - he just continued to chug along as if he was cooking an ordinary animal. Doing the best impression of a French chef’s accent, like he had seen on TV, Uryuu shouted at the top of his lungs so that it echoed to anyone in the sewer system:
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