The lush ballroom glowed with crystal chandeliers, a lavish stage for the evening’s gluttony. At the signal, the towering, creatures rose, their talons rattling the bars of gilded cages that lined the walls. Each plucked a screaming human from the huddle, dragging them to the banquet table with effortless, cruel grace. Without a word of prayer, they buried their beaks into soft chests, snapped sternums like dry twigs, and lapped up warm blood before it turned bitterly cold. They feasted on steaming, pulsating hearts while their prizes were still alive, discarding the hollow shells like unwanted rinds to demand another.
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