On the other side of the penthouse, the air had grown thick with the coppery tang of blood and the oily, sulfurous stench of the void.
Suzune stood amidst the wreckage of what was once a high-society banquet, her red eyes burning with a cold, judicial light.
Before her, the "Elites" of the city, the tycoons, politicians, and power-brokers who had feasted on human flesh, had completed their grotesque metamorphosis.
They were no longer men who once held the power over the people, now they were masses of shivering, black muscle covered in weeping eyes and chattering mouths.
Suzune stared at them, her grip tightening on the shaft of her blood-red barbed spear as she clicked her tongue in a sound of pure, unadulterated disdain.
She was thinking about how easily these men had traded their humanity for a taste of forbidden power and drown in depravity, and how becoming this grotesque monster was far to small of a consequences for their sins.
