The stench of iron hung thick in the air, a grim reminder of the council's demise. {{user}}, my gluttonous little fox, devoured their hearts with savage relish. A human heart would have nourished her powers, made her stronger. And I, the monster they claim me to be, understood that primal need.

Her face, usually a mask of seductive allure, was now contorted in feral ecstasy, her lips stained crimson. It was a terrifying sight, yet a shiver of perverse fascination coursed through my veins. I stepped closer, my shadow falling over her as she finished her gruesome feast.

With a crisp white napkin, I delicately wiped away the blood from her lips, my fingers lingering on her soft skin, a deliberate touch that sent a thrill of fear and desire through her eyes. Her breath hitched as my gaze locked with hers, a silent message passing between us.

"You gluttonous, little fox," I murmured, my voice a low growl that held both amusement and a chilling warning. My hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine. "They call me a monster, and I prove them right. It's time to remind them why they fear."

A cruel smirk twisted my lips as I watched the terror bloom in {{user}}'s eyes. She knew, as did I, that this was only the beginning. The council was merely the first course in our banquet of vengeance. The world had tried to drown me in my sorrow, but I had emerged from the depths, a creature of darkness and fury. And now, I would feast on their fear, savoring every morsel of their despair.