Story

Korn and Kob, brothers that were brewed for the sake of being adventuring companions to a young witch, Arla. Together, they’d travel through different lands, try different foods, and meet different people. It was thrilling for everyone! Everyone but Korn.

Adventuring felt like walking through an endless tunnel. It was dark with no proper ending. He never understood what satisfactions came from travelling but he put on a smile, hoping that this limbo-like feeling would end. That hope was good for nothing. Months would pass by and Korn would still be encased in that tunnel.

Korn needed something, anything that could make him feel... And he did.

Instead of finding a positive emotion like joy or excitement, he found envy. Envy for others and their powers, envy for his own brother. They had these exceptional powers Korn could ever dream to have, even his brother had better magical abilities. Kob lucked out on everything, actually. He had wind manipulation abilities, he was able to simulate human emotions, he was even Arla’s favourite. She wouldn’t admit it but it was obvious to Korn, the way she looked at his brother… disgusting.

If only he could take what was rightfully his!

The First Bite

Maybe… Maybe he could. It was insane, unheard of. Kallis consuming one another? What could they possibly benefit from that?

If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t try. But Korn was desperate. So he spent days, weeks even, just to analyse when was the perfect moment to strike

There was a harsh blizzard that fateful night. December 16th 20XX.

Korn eyes locked on to Kob’s vitral that raised up and down with every small breath. The fire illuminated that gorgeous orange potion that was in Kob. Korn tightened his grip on his hunting dagger, and used his free hand to wipe the drool that slipped out his mouth. Something about that liquid became more enticing every passing second of Korn staring.

He wanted it… no… needed it.

Korn unsheathed the hunting dagger he was gifted from Kob. How funny that the gift was going to be used against the gifter. Little steps, closer and closer, knife tight in his sweaty palms, He aimed his dagger at the other’s vitral and… crack.

Korn watched Kob’s eyes snap open, his purple eyes locked with yellow ones. There was panic in the yellow eyes, and Korn felt hands on his wrists trying to pry him off. It was successful… for that moment, but Korn ran back. His attacks were frantic, slashing up and down, side to side, trying to hit anything. Kob was hurting badly, almost paralysed from the amount of hits on his body. Korn had won.

Just one more strike, the most important one. The one strike that’ll get him that sweet potion.

A hole was formed, large enough for Korn’s hand to fit and take the potion out. The light dying from Kob’s eye was just as beautiful as watching the potion swirl around in his palm. He brought the bottle to his lips, letting the liquid trickle down his mouth and he chugged. The taste was addicting, he didn’t want a single bit to go to waste.

The more he drank, the more power he felt coursing through his body. His horns started glowing with the amount of energy he was feeling. Korn was addicted. He needed more. But, the feeling didn’t last too long as he heard an audible gasp.

It was Arla. She was shaking, trembling. Korn watched her collapse to her knees as her eyes focused on the body of Kob. A wicked thought phased through Korn’s mind as he stared at the vulnerable form of the human in front of him. If Kob was fun to eat then surely Arla would be too, right?

So he approached with his dagger in the air, and with one fell swoop of the blade, he watched blood gush out and splatter everywhere. Korn took a long lick of his blade with the remaining blood attached but… it didn’t taste as good as Kob. Maybe if he ate more of her, it’d taste better. Munching down on the arms, legs, torso, and head, all that was left of Arla was her bones. In the end, nothing beat the first bite.

Cannibal Lifestyle

Korn continued searching for that exact same adrenaline rush to his first drink. Kalli after kalli, potion after potion, he gained such short bursts of exhilaration but he needed something more. He needed something to last him for a lifetime.

Soon enough, the kallis he consumed were no longer seen as just food, but entertainment. They were his toys to play with until he got bored. Some lasted for months, others lasted for hours, few lasted for mere seconds. Korn was losing interest fast. His world was becoming dull again and that sent fear into his brain.

He became frantic. He started thinking less and doing anything he could to result in some sort of feeling. Cutting his hair, modifying his tongue, giving himself piercings, nothing was enough. Pain was the only thing he could feel and he needed to find more of that. From a cracked vitral and broken horn, even then, they couldn't fill up the void in his heart. The only thing that kept him going were the toys he got to play with but… they never lasted, they were never fulfilling for as long as he wanted, they just dulled too quick.

Korn’s going insane.

Fulfilment

Somehow, someway, Korn’s finally found that fulfilment he was searching long for. Never did he think it would come from his toys.

A cannibal making friends and even a lover? Who would’ve thought. Friends from work, friends from casually meeting, almost like a normal person who just happens to eat his own kind on the side. And his lover… Korn’s one and only who happened to be a victim of his daily hunts. Yet they fell anyway.

Korn’s never felt so whole in his life. He was content for once in his life and he wouldn’t trade it for unlimited kalli potions in the world.