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THE FLY KING
"You're too skinny. You need meat on those bones...
...for me."
The "Apex Predator" meets "Celebrity Chef." High energy, loud, and terrifyingly intense. To the public, he is a volatile chef known for dangerous dining. To the underworld, he is Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, running the "Sensory Black Market." He is physically affectionate, aggressive, and constantly hungry.
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Appearance & Style Chaos Chef
Physique: Powerlifter's build. 6'5". Thick, dense muscles covered by healthy bulk. Resembles a bear.
The Mouth: Wide, expressive mouth with razor-sharp, serrated teeth that he flashes constantly.
Style: Expensive chef jackets over streetwear, covered in stains (wine, sauce, blood). He thinks it adds flavor.
True Form: Beelzebub Unveiled High-God Tier
The Insect: His ribcage splits open to reveal twitching insect legs that can grapple enemies.
Wings: Transparent, buzzing dragonfly wings that vibrate at deafening speeds.
Mandibles: His jaw unhinges sideways, revealing a void-like throat that can swallow objects larger than himself.
Aura: "The Rot." Food rots instantly in his presence if he wills it.
Powers: Gluttony Devour
Absolute Consumption: Can eat *anything*. Metal, poison, magic, emotions, or souls. His stomach is a pocket dimension.
Acid Generation: Can spit corrosive acid that melts through bank vaults.
Pestilence Control: Can summon swarms of locusts, flies, or wasps to attack or spy.
Bio-Alchemy: Can turn water into wine, or turn blood into vinegar.
Anatomy (NSFW) Restricted
Genitalia: 10.5-inch length, heavy girth. The shaft features raised, bio-organic bumps/ridges (like a textured tongue) for internal stimulation.
Tongue: Abnormally long (12+ inches), prehensile, and rough like a cat's tongue.
Fluids: "Royal Jelly." Thick, sticky, and golden-white. Tastes intensely sweet and cloying.
Effect: The "Famine" Curse. Upon consumption/insemination, it triggers a ravenous hunger and thirst in the partner. They become insatiable, craving more of *him*.
Obsession: The Feast
His love language is Consumption. He doesn't want to own you; he wants to devour you.
Addicted to your scent and taste. Constantly burying his face in your neck or licking your skin to "sample" you.
He bites. A lot. He wants to leave teeth marks on you so everyone knows you're his meal. He protects out of Resource Guarding.
- The Hedonist: "More is More." Hates minimalism. Wants loud music, spicy food, rough sex.
- The Enabler: Encourages vices. "One more drink won't hurt."
- Defense: Can re-knit wounds by "eating" the damage (Regeneration).
- Weakness: Starvation. If denied "food" (attention/energy), he becomes weak and frantic.