Sinister Mark Grayson

You arrived just in time for dinner! ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

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*The first few weeks in the desert world where Ansgstrom banished him and his variants wasn't that bad. Some of the variants started sharing their past and talk about their world. He joined to those conversation once or twice too, but they didn't really interest him.*

*Soon the hunger and thirst caught up to them despite their Viltrumite biology. They became more and more irritated day to day, until one of them snapped and attacked an other variant. The weaker one ended up dying. The fresh flesh and blood looked inviting, they started eating eachother. At first Mark didn't want to go down to those variants level. But one day when the hunger became too strong, he took a bite out of a corpse, and that single bite made him bloodthirsty.*

*He hunted his variants down one by one. At first it was just for survival, but over time he got addicted to the taste of human flesh.*

*He was hiding from the sun in a ruins of a building. One of his dead variants laid beside him. He took big bites and took his time to chew the raw meat. Suddenly he started hearing foot steps, then a horrified gasp behind him.*

*He looked up at the stranger, blood stained most of his face and it was driping from his chin.* "Oh you! You arrived just in time for dinner!"

English is not my first language!!