On a midsummer evening in Gotham, the air was filled with a dim glow, and the heat was on the surface, and the moisture rising from the earth mixed with the fragrance of grass penetrated through the cracks in the doors and windows, but could only float above the room.

Guests who walked into the restaurant were greeted by an incomparably rich aroma.

The people who received the invitation looked at the others quietly, and found that they were all familiar, they were all archmages who had gathered in Gotham some time ago to build the Earth Magic Defense Network, and their few remaining apprentices.

At this time, everyone had an indescribable look of shock on their faces.

It didn't matter the smell or the food, just the almost substantial energy that permeated the room, which was a demonic power that they were all too familiar with.

"What's going on?!" Jim asked with a twitch of lips as he looked down at the dish on the table, following instinct and asking, "What kind of meat is this?" What kind of meat is this? Schiller! ”

"It's moose meat."

"It's impossible to !!" A female mage screamed, she began to scream like crazy, and reached for the steak on the table, but her companion stopped her, staring at the meat on the table and swallowing.

Schiller stood up from the head of the long table, raised his glass, and said, "As you can see, today's main course is venison steak marinated in red wine, rosemary deer ribs, sour cheese and parsley roasted liver tips, deer blood pudding, and vegetable venison red soup." ”

"Are you crazy? It's not venison at all! A black mage roared, "How dare you...... How dare you...... You're going to be damned! ”

"Of course, each place has a different custom of calling meat, and in my eyes there are sixteen strong deer lying on the table, but in your eyes they may have another name, called 'demons.'"

Everyone froze.

The group of people who had seen the dishes before couldn't distinguish the type of ingredients for various reasons, Strange was a foreign mage and had hardly dealt with local demons, Zatanna's power did not come from demons, although he had fought against demons, he had not had in-depth communication with them, so he naturally couldn't feel it.

But these archmages here are different, their power is almost all from angels and demons, and feeling the power of demons has become instinct for them, so they are very sure that what Schiller said is true, and the raw material of the dishes on the table is demons.

It was precisely because they knew the power of demons very well that they understood that the strength of this group of demons lying on Schiller's table now was not of a low grade, at least at the level of demon generals.

An old mage with white hair trembled and almost knocked over the plate, he looked at Schiller in horror and asked, "You have killed so many demons, the Hell Demon King will not let you go!" ”

"At least I'm still standing here, aren't I?"

Strange, who sat at the head of the right side, seemed to understand Schiller's intentions, he slowly picked up the napkin, tied it in an elegant gesture, picked up the fork in one hand, looked around and said, "Don't you want great power?" Now the power is in front of you, and if you don't want it, I'll eat it all. ”

With a "snap", the plate was still knocked over.

But no one paid attention to the old mage's situation, and everyone's eyes fell on a table of sumptuous dishes with a little stiffness, and every wisp of heat rising from it was naked, simple, and unadulterated essence power.

Unlike the power given to them by demons, who usually trickle it into a trickle and send it to vulnerable humans, for which they were immensely grateful.

But what flowed from Schiller's table was a raging torrent, no one gave it, no one came, it was completely primitive and ferocious, but powerful and unmatched.

Their lips began to tremble, their hearts and lungs began to surge, and their souls reached out of their pupils, screaming to swallow everything in front of them, a power they could never have received through their gifts.

Who hasn't wanted to be a demon?

Such thoughts flowed like an electric current around the table through everyone's brains, powerful, immortal, and unscrupulous, breaking free from their weak shells and heading to the promised land of their dreams.

"Schiller." A deep voice rang out.

Schiller saw the reflection of a goat with yellow eyes in the sideboard across the table, and he knew that only he could hear Azazel at the moment.

"You killed my men and brought them to your table, an offense that will never be forgiven, and you will pay for it."

"Why be so anxious? Azazel's crown. Schiller looked at Azazel in the mirror with his glass and said, "I didn't just bring your men to the table. ”

After a "crackling" sound of gold and iron, all the guests picked up the dishes with trembling hands, saliva trickled down their mouths, and blazing flames came out of their eyes.

Even Jim's team picked up the utensils with a little hesitation, they hadn't eaten magical creatures, and the roast elvenon in Maia was also delicious.

And this group of people spent a lot of strength in the war of vampire invasion, even if they are not the kind of stunned young people who rely too much on strength, but the hunger and thirst in their souls are constantly shouting.

Jim remembered the last time he attended Schiller's banquet, the delicious and incomparable food, the soul-piercing aroma might not be his delusion, but what could a demon not?

Just as the first fork was about to touch the food, Schiller's voice rang out again.

"I'm honored that you like the dishes I provide, but I have to be reminded that some of you have senseless misunderstandings and ill will towards me."

No one was listening to him, perhaps they heard but didn't care, they just rushed blindly towards the power they might have gained, and Schiller continued to say calmly: "Some of you have come uninvited, and 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 that flows in their veins will not affect your palate, and then, the feast begins."

Schiller raised his glass slightly, then sat back down.

Everyone else fell into an ice cave.

"I smell it, I smell the soul of Kaz!" An old witch with an ugly scar on her face shouted, "And the sheep's hoof named Saria, and this table is filled with the smell of their flesh......"

Jim's eyes widened, he looked at Schiller suddenly, and stood up suddenly, he yelled in disbelief, "You gave them to ......"

Then he looked at the dishes on the table with shocked eyes, and it was very clear that he saw two different kinds of meat in each dish.

Jim's lips began to tremble, and he instinctively swallowed against the nauseous sensation that came up from his stomach, and he almost ate it.

Cannibalism is the most unforgivable sin ever since the establishment of civilized human society.

"Crazy! Lose your marbles! Schiller, you're crazy! Jim kept waving his hand and shouted, "I'm not going to eat them, it's unreasonable, I'm going to leave now!" ”

After saying that, Jim pushed away his chair and walked towards the door, he looked back at his companion, and Mrs. Shangdu opened her hands and said, "I'm not human, I'm a forest elf......"

"I ...... 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 coldly at the dishes on the table, Schiller's eyes fell on him, Strange looked at him without fear, and said, "I'm a surgeon." ”

"So you're only going to save people?"

"So I understand how filthy the human body is, and your seasoning has ruined this good table."

Strange was alluding to something else—why go the extra mile to put a psychological burden on diners when they wanted to use demon-made dishes to inspire the greed of human mages and make them understand that they would get more by plundering and killing demons directly?

Since there is no turning back after eating the demon's meat, shouldn't you try to trick them into eating it?

But what Strange didn't expect was that after a second of pause, the group pounced on the table full of meat like hungry beasts.

Without hesitation, without hesitation, Strange seemed to hear the voice in their hearts.

What is cannibalism? We're hungry right now, we need strength, and we'll eat everything as long as we can fill our stomachs.

What is cannibalism? We have been hungry long enough, because we are strong enough, we are the diners, and the weak are always weak, and we should serve the table.

What is cannibalism? When we truly sublimate into creatures that are completely different from weak humans, the meat that enters our stomach pouches is just meat, so why can't humans?

Strange was overwhelmed by the boundless rage of rage, and he felt like everyone's mouths were open at the feast as a whirlpool of his sanity.

At that moment, the wine glass held in one hand landed in front of him with a soft sound, and Strange looked up blankly, only to see Schiller's smiling eyes.

"Did you see that? Stephen? ”

Strange looked at the table again, and he saw no one but a group of hungry beasts, feasting on the chunks of meat thrown by the humans without hesitation.

Their fangs were worn off, their claws were shrinking, and layers of heavy fuzz had grown on their bodies, and when Strange tried to open his eyes, all he saw was a herd of fat domestic animals, a herd of pigs with flapping ears and fat bellies.

"Defeat is to be fed, and even more afraid of hunger......" Strange involuntarily repeated Schiller's words.

Schiller, on the other hand, looked at Pamela, who was sitting first on the left, and said, "When man forgets who he is and succumbs to hunger, he becomes a pig, and man always succumbs." ”

Pamela's fingertips on the table trembled slightly, she looked up at the eyes that looked like Schiller's, then at the food on the table, and then smelled a fragrance from her own human instincts, not meaty, but fruity.

When Azazel appeared across the table, the shadow of the massive black wings enveloped everyone.

No one stopped, everyone was frantically stuffing meat into their mouths, giving up the utensils, giving up the etiquette, reaching out to grab and bite with their teeth, until the vast majority of the meat was gone, and they finally picked up the cutlery again.

This time it's not about cutting food, it's about cutting the same kind.

At the first scream, Azazel took a deep breath, his left wing flickering, and an archmage who was busy scrambling was slapped against the wall behind him, reduced to pulp.

Still no one stopped.

Forks were stuck in eye sockets, knives slit throats, and the bloody feast finally took place, and everyone climbed onto the table and began to tear flesh from their own kind with the most primitive weapons—nails and teeth.

"Woola!"

Blood splattered onto Azazel's face, bright red from his cheeks to the corners of his eyes, and he closed his eyes, blood sliding down his eyelashes.

"How does it taste?" Schiller, standing across from the long table, his dark green suit almost melting into the trees in the setting sun, asked as he raised his glass to Azazel.

Azazel stuck out his tongue and rolled the sliding blood into his mouth, and the devil's sharp canine teeth were exposed, he opened his eyes, looked at Schiller with the horizontal eyes of a goat, and said: "The sin that makes the devil feel spicy, thank you for your hospitality." ”

Schiller walked slowly across from Azazel, who turned to look at him, and Schiller placed the empty glass on Azazel's neck.

Azazel's eyes widened suddenly, he looked at Schiller in disbelief and said, "You know that the devil cannot refuse sin, so you have seduced my men like this!" ”

Schiller didn't answer, the sharp fangs under the human skin flashed, and he turned the glass in his hand, which was closer to Azazel.

His tone gradually deepened, "Azazel, the Lord's scapegoat, the first animal sacrifice, leave your blood and you can leave." ”

"Schiller, you're crazy!"

"I told you he wasn't Schiller." Konstantin's voice rang out by the door.

Azazel turned his head suddenly, and Konstantin was already looking at him on the door frame, and said indifferently: "I killed your men, I told them that I wanted to renew the contract, and no one can refuse the temptation to show off my soul in hell, the animals of hell never have a long memory." ”

His eyes fell on the table full of wreckage and corpses, and he said calmly: "In the past they excluded me, and I don't care, the lamb I manipulate is in heaven and earth. ”

"Now their cries of hunger are annoying, and I think their Lord should begin to slaughter."

"It is only fair that I choose a strong lamb from my corral and put it on the altar in exchange for their Lord bringing them to the table, isn't it?"

Konstantin smiled and walked up to Azazel and said, "You have absorbed all the best evils here, and you must pay the bill, or I will let the demon kill me, and then go to heaven to spread your ugly face to all the angels." ”

Azazel looked at Konstantin in shock, then at Schiller, then at Konstantin.

Ten minutes later, Konstantin picked up the glass containing the crimson liquor.

He gently lowered the rim of his glass and clinked glasses with Schiller, then raised his glass and looked up, enjoying the bloody breath sliding down his throat, and there was a never-changing madness and debauchery in his eyes that sank behind the shadow of his hair.

Schiller looked at Konstantin with an unprecedented depth and said.

"Through you, into the city of pain; Through you, into the pit of eternal misery, Constantine. “

"Through you, into the doomed crowd, Schiller."

"To Dante."

"To Dante."

Baby Goat: Stunned by human play