Journal #11: On the Horizon

First off, I would like to send my appreciation and apology to those waiting for upcoming meals. Truth be told, for the past month, it had been a little overwhelming to come up with the inspiration or the environment to do artworks of my usual quality and creativity as I expand on the Tales of the Vanished stories, along with being busy with commissions, compiling the comic issue #5 and other projects that I realise I should be keeping things simpler and focus on the joy at hand which is to create artworks for this site.

Therefore, I have scaled back on taking up new commissions while finish up the ones on the docket, as well as now recapturing the momentum which is why I'm putting together a slightly different approach to this update. As I am concurrently working on many storylines and to complete them in full color would take many hours and days to catch up and make up for lost time, so rather than making you wait further, I'm changing the format somewhat temporarily until I get back into the normal swing of things.

And with this, here are todays "appetizers", the first, being a freebie for everyone, subscribers and guests alike!

Bon appétit!

Scene #1: Caressing the Vanquished

Here is a work in progress of the cover for the upcoming Forbidden Feast Comic Issue #5 featuring the cover story, Butchering the Vanquished and the lesbian butcher and cannibal!

Scene #2: The Viewing Party

Despite having been witness to this event many dozens of times, it still amazed Lucian that merely a handful of minutes prior, young Vika had been alive, albeit fearful and in terror at knowing what fate would befall her. But now, she was at peace.

Vika who had not too long ago been covered in layers of thick clothing and furs to protect her from the harsh Russian winter when she had been abducted, now laid bare, for hungry eyes to see, naked, bled and butchered, like a trophy, an object, gruesome, seductive and so expertly butchered that she also looked thoroughly appetizing. Most of her had been saved for another evening, but for tonight, there will be plenty of meat to go around.   

Her body had been presented to the dining guest before cooking, her head laid on a platter as if she was asleep, like one of many classical paintings of John the Baptist, and her torso, chined along the spine, cut at the knee and elbow, a gruesome combination between a meat auction and an anatomy class. This had been a tradition that Lucian always enjoyed, although not performed as often as he would like by the Circle. The presentation before the feast. A moment to appreciate the harvest, to inspect the qualities of the meat before it would be carved, chewed, disassembled into smaller, unrecognizable portions and then eaten.

But it shouldn't take long. Rigor mortis would set in soon. The soft and supple flesh would soon harden in another hour or two. This was a moment for the privileged guests to be more intimate with their meal, to rub in the oils and flavored marinade onto the flesh, between every crevice and orifice with their own bare hands before that happens. Before Vika's date with the oven.

Scene #3: Guess Who's For Dinner?

Excerpt from a conversation with a member of the Circle:

With no shortage of fresh victims in Russia and the neighbouring Balkans during that Golden Period, Aleksei had created a unique parlour game which involved multiple girls in one evening. I had been there on one such occasion. Four girls had been brought out to entertain us, unwitting to their final fate. Then once the night was done, each one of them was killed and butchered but only one would be served that evening.

The next evening, the girls' heads would be presented and it would be up to the guests to guess of which four of these girls whose flesh they were dining upon. The winner would be gifted the head of the girl, which was a rare treat, especially having known the girls from the night before, seeing them in life, hearing their voice, having a glimpse of their personalities, albeit only briefly. Instead of being displayed at the Museo della Gynophagia, imagine, owning the head of one of these beauties!

As you can already surmise, this special party would only be attended by the most loyal of the society members.

So, did you win?

But ah, that will remain a secret.

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