divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

There was something fitting about an all-powerful overlord being killed in an empty alley. With their core essence now suffering in eternal torment to fuel his magic, Alastor turned his attention to the body.

Fresh, bloody meat. Always an excellent dinner. His ears twitched with pleasure as he tore into his prize. The delicate fish bones crunched in his jaws as he savored the flavor.

Once he'd had his fill, he'd take what was left back to properly cook.

Now now... Bee was paying Pride a visit. There'd been some tasty vibes coming from there, and while it turned out it wasn't Rosie on the hunt lately, the gluttonous glee was too irresistible. Bee had to find out where the party was! Now and then she'd find some food eating contest, or some orgy, or a particularly enthusiastic cannibal.

Well - looks like tonight, the answer is that last category! Bee'lzebub had found this particularly reclusive little dark alleyway, the perfect spot to capture cornered prey... her honey gave the brick a soft glow as she rounded the corner and spotted a very messy, very bloody and gory faced dance partner of hers hovering over another Sinner's corpse.

Damn, that was some damn good honey.

Alastor was certainly quite pleased with himself and happy to have something to help curb his eternal hunger. He was absently gnawing on and sucking the marrow out of one of his victim's ulnas when the soft glow caught his attention.

He looked up to see Bee standing there. Unsurprisingly, she didn't seem disturbed.

He swallowed his current bite.

"Ah, apologies, my dear! I was in the middle of dinner!"

"Looks delicious with how you're eatin' it, King Cake. Mind if I have a bite, too?" she winked at him, sashaying closer to join him. But hey, you don't swipe food off of someone else's plate - that's rude!

Alastor gestured to the corpse. "Go ahead, Sugar! Far be it from me to deny you at least a taste!"

The deer demon hadn't gotten very far into his consumption of the fish demon. His victim was still recognizable. Even without the face being in-tact, there was some very distinctive jewelry still hanging around her neck.

This was no ordinary sinner. This was an overlord that he'd managed to take down in the filthy alleyway.

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"Oh hoh, look at you... a little kitty taking down some big fish," Bee chuckled fondly as she walked closer and leaned over for a good look at the familiar face. "She's been around a while, too! She's gonna be pissed when she regenerates, King Cake, but who can argue with getting seconds?"

With a claw, Bee dug through the tortured eye socket and fished out (hah) an eye, popping it into her mouth like a grape.

"Unfortunately, this is a meal I'll only get to enjoy twice. She's not coming back."

Alastor took another bite out of the arm bone, tongue lapping away at any marrow that threatened to escape.

And Bee was powerful enough to tell that that wasn't just confidence. The overlord's essence was gone, not simply hovering around waiting to regenerate.

"Look at you, full of some secret tricks! I love it."

It takes a little scraping, but Bee manages to find and scrape away some cheek meat. Mmm... soft, tender, bloody.

"I had a feeling you were special, King Cake. I pick the best favorites."

Alastor's grin widened before he raised a finger to his lips.

"Let's keep it our little secret, darling. I'd hate to ruin the surprise."

Then he rolled his eyes.

"That and I don't want to have to deal with all the nonsense of being an official overlord."

"You sure? You could make a whole party district, get radio pumping jazz through the streets! You're funny, King Cake," Bee snickered, poking his nose.

"As wonderful as that sounds, the day-to-day tedium of managing territory would make me want to shoot myself in the head," Alastor said bluntly. "No no no no, I'm entirely unsuited for such boredom. I'll just take the material wealth and keep the power I earned through claiming the land by blood so it doesn't get spread around anymore. The souls I decided to just cut loose. I don't need them and too many to sort through to separate the wheat from the chaff."

"Not one for delegation, eh? Heh. Can't fault ya, I guess!" Bee snickered, crouching and sitting on her haunches next to him. "Yer cute like this, you know. You look like the cat that got the cream."

"I don't know if 'cute' is the word for it, but I appreciate the compliment all the same."

Alastor motioned to the corpse.

"I was going to take some home to cook. The fingers really do best when fried. However, if you'd like a share, do help yourself!"

"Ooooooooh, fried fish fingers?? Yes PLEASE. I'll make us a jazzy tartar sauce to go with it. Oooh, maybe some fresh slaw to go on the side? Let's make a whole meal of it!"

Bee's already rubbing a couple of her hands together, excited for it.

"Lead the way, King Cake, I'm crashing at your place. Fried fish feast with some fresh beer would be perfect."

"I believe that's doable!"

Alastor stretched his powers to encompass himself, Bee, and the corpse. They all melted into shadow, passing briefly through unending darkness with unseen Eyes watching from somewhere in the blackness.

However, the trip was quick enough that the cold barely had time to be registered before they were in Alastor's kitchen. He took a moment to lean on the counter to steady himself.

"First time using that trick with pulling someone else alive along! Or at least as close as I am to living! Ha! One moment, Sugar."

The void, huh? Aren't you an interesting little monster, Alastor? So memorable!

Still, she happily buzzes about, scooping up the corpse. "'Course, King Cake. Where do you like to do your butchery? Do you bother draining the blood? Oh, and next time - I'll lend you a little of my power, too, call it the bus fare~"

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RadioHoney - The Reason Overlords Keep Disappearing

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