I'm a chef and in Pax Humanis, my blades give my friends a sweet delight. But if you are my target, well, dinner won't be a good night. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Cogniphagia is usually frowned upon within the Alliance. Taboo, certainly. Inadvisable, definitely. Immoral... that's a grey area]
They love giving people like us names before we're caught. You'd think they'd learn after so many centuries, but there's always a few who feed our egos as we paint the walls with blood. I suppose there must be a strategy to it. It's how I got sloppy enough to get caught.
Now I'm in Pax Humanis, and I will cook any kind of meat.
Yes. Even that kind. Especially that kind. Most of the new slaughters are very well marbled. Some are sinewy and have to be roasted slowly. They've had rich diets nonetheless. Excellent for their flavour.
I had once believed that consuming my victims would reduce or eliminate the evidence. I'm not daft enough to eat their internal organs. Those go to my furbabies. My beautiful little doggies.
Cats won't eat people. They've been accused of it, but there's little evidence for it. Dogs, on the other hand, will eat anything their people hand them.
You're picturing enormous beasts that are red of eye and savage-jawed, aren't you? I have much more ferocious beasts. Fifi, Fluffikins, and Gorgath the destroyer. Perfectly trained, of course. Absolute little darlings. Gorgath's a Corgi crossed with something amazingly fluffy. Messy boy. I have to wash his face after every meal.
I make sure they eat very well. Today's selection is Plutocrat Liver ala foi gras with beef gravy and select vegetables. Good enough for people. Only the best for my darling little boys.
I save the brains for their birthdays. Very nutrient rich. They love a bit of brain fried in butter, and I do spoil them.
I breakfast, meanwhile, on Warlord Sausage in a nice, spicy casserole. So many of them indulge in tobacco. Spices are vital for covering up all that tar. Spices, and a lot of strongly-flavoured sauce.
Some people are only ever good for casserole. Some people are only good for stew.
It's a nice enough life in Pax Humanis, I suppose. I get to eat what I kill and share that with my babies. They're even letting me write a recipe book. Possibly for later study.
It's something to do between murders.
Next time, I think I might collect their blood. I've been meaning to try my hand at Black Pudding.
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