In the midsummer evening in Gotham, there is a dim yellow light floating in the air, and the heat is thick on the surface. The moisture rising in the earth is mixed with the fragrance of the grass, and it gets in through the gaps in the doors and windows, but it can only float in the air.
above the room.
Guests who walked into the restaurant smelled an extremely rich aroma.
The people who came after receiving the invitation looked at the others calmly and found that they all looked familiar. They were all the archmages who gathered in Gotham some time ago to build the earth's magic defense network, as well as their few remaining apprentices.
them.
At this time, everyone had an expression of indescribable shock on their faces.
It has nothing to do with the aroma or food, just because the room is filled with almost substantial energy, which is a demonic power that they are all too familiar with.
"What's going on?!" Jim asked with trembling lips. He looked down at the dishes on the table and followed his instinct and asked: "What kind of meat is this? What kind of meat is this? Schiller!"
"This is moose meat."
"Impossible!!!" a female mage screamed. She started roaring like crazy and reached out to grab the steak on the table, but her companion stopped her and stared at the meat on the table.
Swallowed.
Schiller stood up from the head seat at the long table, picked up the wine glass and said: "As you can see, today's main course is red wine marinated venison shank steak, rosemary venison short ribs, and yogurt, parsley and pan-fried liver."
Tips, deer blood pudding and vegetable venison red soup.”
"Are you crazy? This is not venison at all!" A black mage roared: "How dare you...how dare you...you will be cursed!"
"Of course, every place has different customs of naming meat. In my eyes, the ones lying on the table are sixteen strong deer, but in your eyes, they may have another name, called 'devil'."
Everyone froze.
The group of people who had seen the dishes before were unable to identify the types of ingredients due to various reasons. Strange was a foreign mage and had almost no dealings with local demons. Zatanna's power did not come from demons.
Although I have fought against demons, I have never had in-depth communication with them, so I naturally cannot feel it.
But these archmages here are different. Almost all of their power comes from angels and demons. Feeling the power of demons has become instinctive for them, so they are very sure that what Schiller said is true. The food on the table is
The raw material is the devil.
It is precisely because they know the power of demons very well that they understand that the power level of the group of demons lying on Schiller's table is not low, at least they must be at the level of demon generals.
An old mage with white hair almost knocked over the plate with trembling hands. He looked at Schiller in fear and asked: "You have killed so many demons, the devil of hell will not let you go!"
"At least I'm still standing here, right?"
Strange, who was sitting in the first place on the right, seemed to understand Schiller's intention. He slowly picked up the napkin, tied it in an elegant manner, picked up the fork in one hand, looked around and said: "You guys
Don’t you want powerful power? The power is right in front of you now. If you don’t want it, I will eat it all.”
With a "pop" sound, the plate was still knocked over.
But no one paid attention to the old mage's situation. Everyone stared stiffly at a table of sumptuous dishes. Every ray of heat rising from it was naked, simple, and not mixed with anything.
The quintessential power of impurities.
That is different from the power given to them by demons. Demons usually twist their power into trickles and give it to fragile humans. They were extremely grateful for this gift.
But what flows on Schiller's dining table is a raging torrent. No one has given it, no one has come to it. It is completely primitive and violent, but it is incomparably powerful.
Their lips began to tremble, their hearts and lungs began to surge, and their souls stretched out fangs and sharp teeth from their pupils, screaming to swallow everything in front of them. That was a power they could never obtain through gifts.
Who hasn’t thought about becoming a devil?
Such thoughts are like electric current, flowing through everyone's brains around the table. Powerful, immortal, and fearless, get rid of the frail body and go to the promised land in dreams.
"Schiller." A deep voice sounded.
Schiller saw the reflection of the goat with yellow eyes in the reflection of the sideboard opposite the dining table, and he also understood that only he could hear Azazel's words at this moment.
"You killed my men and brought them to your table. This is an offense that will never be forgiven. You will pay for it."
"Why are you so anxious? Your Majesty Azazel." Schiller held the wine glass and looked at Azazel reflected in the mirror and said, "I'm not just bringing your subordinates to the table."
After a "crackling" sound of gold and iron intertwined, all the guests picked up the tableware with trembling hands, saliva dripped from their mouths, and blazing flames came out of their eyes.
Even the team led by Jim picked up the tableware with some hesitation. It was not like they had never eaten magical creatures before. The roasted elf venison in Maia was also quite delicious.
Moreover, this group of people spent a lot of energy in the war of vampire invasion. Even if they are not the kind of stupid people who rely too much on strength, the hunger in their souls is always clamoring.
Jim thought of the delicious and incomparable food he had last attended Schiller's banquet. The aroma that penetrated the soul might not have been his imagination. What could the devil not do?
Just when the first fork was about to touch the food, Schiller's voice sounded again.
"I am deeply honored that you like the dishes I provide, but I have to remind you that some of you have unnecessary misunderstandings and malice towards me."
No one was listening to him seriously. Maybe they heard it but didn't care. They just rushed blindly towards the possible power. Schiller also continued to say calmly: "Some of you came uninvited and uninvited.
The greatest respect I can have for such people is to let them appear at the banquet in another way."
"I sincerely hope that the rudeness flowing in their veins will not affect your taste enjoyment. Then, the banquet begins."
Schiller raised his glass gently and sat down again.
Everyone else is like falling into an ice cave.
"I smell it, I smell the scent of Kaz's soul!" an old witch with an ugly scar on her face shouted: "And that sheep's hoof named Salia, this table is filled with the breath of their flesh and blood
…”
Jim's eyes widened. He suddenly looked at Schiller, stood up suddenly, and shouted in disbelief: "Give them..."
Then he looked at the dishes on the table with shocked eyes, and he clearly saw two different types of meat in each dish.
Jim's lips also began to tremble, and he kept swallowing saliva instinctively to fight against the nauseating feeling rising from his stomach. He almost ate it.
Cannibalism is the most unforgivable sin ever since mankind established civilized society.
"Crazy! Crazy! Schiller, you are crazy!" Jim kept waving his hands and shouting: "I won't eat them. This is simply unreasonable. I want to leave now!"
After speaking, Jim pushed the chair and walked towards the door. He turned back and glared at his companion. Mrs. Xanadu opened her hands and said: "I am not a human being, I am a forest elf..."
"Me too..." Bennett swallowed hesitantly.
Feeling Jim's angry gaze, the remaining three slowly stood up and left with Jim.
Strange also put down his fork and looked at the dishes on the table coldly. Schiller glanced at him. Strange looked at him without fear and said: "I am a surgeon."
"So you can only save people?"
"So I understand how dirty the human body is, and your seasoning ruined this delicious meal."
Strange was alluding to another thing - since the dishes made by demons are to be used to inspire the greed of human mages and make them understand that they will get more by directly plundering and killing demons, then why bother to do so?
Does it add psychological burden to diners?
Since there is no turning back after eating the devil's flesh, shouldn't we try to trick them into eating it?
But what Strange didn't expect was that after a second's pause, the group of people pounced on the table full of meat like hungry beasts.
There was no hesitation or hesitation, Strange seemed to hear the voices in their hearts.
What does it mean to eat people? We are very hungry now, we need strength, and we will eat anything as long as it can fill our stomachs.
What does it mean to eat people? We have been hungry for a long time, because we are strong enough, and we are the eaters. The weak are always weak and deserve to be on the table.
What does it mean to eat people? When we are truly sublimated into beings that are completely different from weak humans, the meat that goes into our stomachs is just meat. What can't humans do?
Boundless anger overwhelmed Strange's mind, and he felt that the open mouths of everyone at this gluttonous feast had become a whirlpool that sucked his sanity into.
At this moment, the wine glass held in one hand fell in front of him and made a soft sound. Strange looked up blankly and only saw Schiller's smiling eyes.
"Did you see that, Stephen?"
Strange looked at the situation at the dinner table again. He didn't see anyone, only a group of hungry beasts, feasting on the chunks of meat thrown by humans without any scruples.
Their fangs were worn away, their sharp claws were shrinking, and layers of thick fur grew on their bodies. When Strange tried to open his eyes again, he only saw a group of fat domestic animals, a group with flapping ears.
and fat belly pig.
"Being defeated by fullness, even more afraid of hunger..." Strange couldn't help but repeat Schiller's words.
Schiller then looked at Pamela, who was sitting in the first place on the left, and said: "When people forget who they are and succumb to hunger, they become pigs, and humans always succumb."
Pamela's fingertips on the table trembled slightly. She looked up at Schiller's distracted eyes, then looked at the delicacies on the table, and then smelled a scent from her human genetic instinct.
, not meaty, but fruity.
When Azazel appeared across the long table, the shadow brought by the huge black wings enveloped everyone.
No one stopped, everyone was crazily stuffing meat into their mouths, giving up cutlery, giving up etiquette, reaching out to grab, and biting with their teeth, until most of the meat was eaten up, and they finally
Pick up the cutlery again.
This time it's not about cutting food, but about cutting up the same species.
When the first scream came out, Azazel took a deep breath, his left wing flicked slightly, and an archmage who was busy fighting was shot to the wall behind and turned into
Meat paste.
Still no one stopped.
Forks were inserted into the eye sockets, and the throats were cut with the table knives. The bloody carnival finally took place. Everyone climbed on the table and began to use the most primitive weapons-nails and teeth-to tear the flesh and blood from their fellow humans.
"Bara!"
Blood spattered on Azazel's face, and it was bright red from his cheeks to the corners of his eyes. He closed his eyes, and blood drops slipped from his eyelashes.
"How does it taste?" Schiller stood opposite the long table, his dark green suit almost blending into the trees under the sunset, and he raised his glass to Azazel and asked.
Azazel stuck out his tongue and rolled the fallen blood into his mouth. The devil's sharp canine teeth were exposed. He opened his eyes, looked at Schiller with the eyes of a goat and said: "This is a sin that makes even the devil feel spicy. Thank you for your hospitality."
"
Schiller walked slowly to the opposite side of Azazel. Azazel turned to look at him. Schiller put the empty wine glass in front of Azazel's neck.
Azazel suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked at Schiller and said in disbelief: "You know that the devil cannot refuse sin, so you seduced my subordinates like this!"
Schiller did not answer. The sharp fangs flashed under the human skin. He turned the wine glass in his hand and moved closer to Azazel.
His tone gradually became lower, "Azazel, the Lord's scapegoat, the original animal sacrifice, leave your blood and you can leave."
"Schiller, you are crazy!"
"I told you he was not Schiller." Constantine's voice sounded from the door.
Azazel suddenly turned his head. Constantine was already looking at him on the door frame and said coldly: "I killed your subordinates. I told them that I wanted to re-enter the contract, and no one can refuse to take my
The temptation of souls to show off in hell, the beasts of hell never have long memories.”
His eyes fell on the wreckage and corpses all over the table, and he said calmly: "They excluded me in the past, but I don't care. The lambs I control are in the sky and on the earth."
"Now that their cries of hunger are annoying, I think their Lord should start slaughtering them."
"I choose a strong lamb from my stall and put it on the altar in exchange for their Lord bringing them to the table. Fair enough, isn't it?"
Constantine walked up to Azazel with a smile and said: "You have absorbed all the best sins here, so you must pay the bill, otherwise I will let the devil kill me, and then go to heaven to spread the ugliness of your default to all the angels.
Face."
Azazel looked at Constantine in shock, then at Schiller, and then at Constantine.
Ten minutes later, Constantine picked up the wine glass filled with dark red wine.
He gently lowered the rim of the glass to clink it with Schiller, then raised the glass and raised his head, enjoying the smell of blood falling down his throat. There was madness and debauchery in his eyes that had never changed behind the shadow of his hair.
Schiller looked at Constantine with an unprecedented depth of eyes and said.
“Through you, enter the city of pain; through you, enter the pit of eternal misery, Constantine.”
"Through you, Schiller, into the eternally doomed."