She lay there, bleeding out in front of my eyes, clutching her abdomen as she begged me to save her. And then came the terrifying realisation that I had unconsciously stabbed her before she could finish her metamorphosis. I dragged her to her feet and, holding the knife, split her abdomen open. She vomited blood from her diaphragm and fell, hopefully dead, onto the floor of the party. Those sycophants and flatterers were still by my side, while others laughed and cried ever harder at her death.

  “WHAT A SHOW THE LORD HAS PUT UPON FOR US!!” someone cried in the back, and the party roared louder with laughter.

  I roared with them, stepping onto the carpet with my blood-stained boots, and summoned the noble who had proposed the idea of a bloody wine. I looked at her, and she would’ve made an excellent partner, a beautiful doll that would’ve served me well.

  I kicked the corpse of the woman onto the floor, and some had a strange glint in their eye, contemplating necrophilia at the sight of her beauty. But the viscount who had the idea stepped forward and announced

  “3 days from today, I shall hold a great banquet, mercy of the light, and the greatest wines of the kingdom and beyond shall be to your pleasure. The best foods, in honor of my daughter's wedding.”

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  Everyone clapped, and some schemed to turn that party into a well of depravity as they had done here. They were welcome to do so, at the viscount's expense.

  As the people left this manor, I spied a viscount sitting atop a pile of discarded garbage leftovers, disappointed that the party had come to an end. He was eating through it, plates and bones, licking his fingers with glee. I felt a visceral disgust spread through my spine.

  The lord ordered his men to collect the body of the monster, when I stopped them.

  “You will make the wine, with her blood in this manor, viscount.”

  “I will churn her blood and use it to make the best wine you have ever tasted, my lord.”

  “It better be. It has cost me a tasteful and quite splendid bed-mate after all.”

  Even though my desires were fading, my curiosity was on fire. Who was this woman? What did her internal structure look like? She was able to influence the party to some degree, subconsciously, how? I wanted to see what her body was made of. What components of the void were manifested in her? What alchemical properties did her body possess?