Villain Ch 1947. The Banquet of The Damned [Part 1]
They just followed him through the door.
Into the banquet of the damned.
Except… there was no banquet.
Just more hallway.
And more meat.
Red groaned the second they stepped inside. "I knew it. I knew it wasn't gonna be that easy."
Mastercraft stared up at the walls. "This place changes every time we blink. It's like a Picasso painting had a baby with a nightmare."
Allen didn't say anything. He still held the silver plate like it was fine china and not a cursed organ dish that once belonged to a cannibal ghost butcher. The heart didn't pulse anymore. But it radiated heat. And smell. Like sugar-glazed blood.
Alex, clutching his staff, muttered, "I don't wanna die here."
They kept walking.
The hallway stretched forever, lit by dying bulbs that flickered like candle flames in a storm. The wallpaper peeled like skin. The air was damp and warm and smelled like wet velvet and butcher paper.
