𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖

*checks wiki*

They're like a divorced couple

is/has been an active suicide risk

So I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I'm having and she can tell him she's trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.

She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy. So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro's reaction when she tells him she's trans, and that she understands if he doesn't want to keep dating her it's no big deal.

He's baffled, so we explain what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn't had bottom surgery yet...

"Oh you have a dick?"

"... yeah."

He look's around at the room full of people with baited breath, his clearly a little afraid girl friend says

"Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don't worry Babe! Watch this!"

And ya'll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we had for grilling and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at the group absolutely beaming with pride.

"Honey, I must tell you, i am in fact trans and I have not had bottom surgery."

Porottaa = to shine scorchingly

The All-Too-Gleeful Executioner of the Cult of Eyes.

Once, a humble butcher struggling to get by was found by a man who would pour honey in his ear with the promise of success at the cost of his individual freedom. Moral and social suicide in the pursuit of his ambitions. Complete loss of humanity.

Thought to be merely a remarkably skilled and naïve countryman, but proved to have a much more wicked mind underneath layers of charm. Whether he was already twisted before the Cult found him is anyone's guess. But one thing is for certain: his prestige was only earned through the brutality and effectiveness of his handiwork.

Ceaseless, inhuman appetite came as a byproduct of his role.

But who was he truly after? In a town with only hundreds of denizens, eventually the population would grow. And so would the Cult's potential ranks...A pressing level of control or surveillance would have come into place.

He would become the town's omen. The last thing one would ever want to encounter. Those who defy would face punishment by crossing the underground gates to meet their new god— a death far more dignified than becoming prey for the Cult's ravenous mad dog. The beast who takes great pleasure in devouring indiscriminately, laughing and boasting as it proves no one shall be spared.

Perhaps even if it were an undesirable role, the powers that be would rather keep the valued monster entertained, while his peers turn the other way as long as the task is completed.