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The sashimi sold at the shared restaurant was delicious, as one would expect with a cook who'd sold his soul to the devil to gain his skill, and who, from all accounts, felt it was a worthwhile bargain. She'd heard that the devil agreed, and was pondering ways to escape the bargain so that the cook could continue to perform his art and perhaps expand franchises into more places, ideally ones near crossroads where at midnight the devil could appear. The devil was, she heard, getting a bit tired of the blood of a rooster and some cheap rum, and he thought a nice offering of sashimi would be much more the thing. She ate the tentacles and claws, delicately nibbled the thin flowers of white flesh, and managed not to vomit until she was two blocks away from the restaurant. She knew full well the source of the "seafood" that was served to customers--she supposed that was part of the appeal for many of them--and she didn't have any interest in demon-flesh being allowed to absorb into her own. She might be more than half demon herself, but the part of herself that was demon was a pureblood, not mixed by reproduction, breeding program, or regrettable eating habits (all too easy to acquire in the netherworlds).


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/37102051@N00/10422965504/ plus a bit of "Drones in the Valley" - Cage the Elephant
Story potential: High.
Notes: Something appropriately creepy for Halloween season. And I like the idea of this kind of setting.