Speedrunner of teenage emancipation, chocolate connoisseur, devourer of neighbors and nerds and parents and pastries.
The Lovell family is a wealthy noble house in a fanciful kingdom, if not the most prolific and abundant. But, they're at the envy of no one due to a rumor cast around the kingdom that their family is cursed to bear a daughter that will end up as the sole inheritor and potentially the end of their family line due to a tragedy of her own causing, warned to "fear the child who runs warm."
Naturally, when dear, sweet Schoko Lovell was born, to her parents' dismay, her natural body temperature was in a range the chirurgeons found... concerning. Despite this, she was as healthy and radiant as any noble could ask for, and grew up with little issue related to her ailment; All that was noticeable was how hard her body would constantly be at work, her tummy radiating like a little heater as it gurgled away at anything she was fed with such ferocity.
What did become an issue was her parents' fear of what she may become, and in an effort to quell the curse, spoiled the little lady to no end in hopes she would be benevolent by the time she hit adulthood. This would lead to a heavy addiction to chocolate, an extraordinarily lavish and complicated delicacy which the Lovells were ordering en masse for their sweet-toothed daughter, only to be met with more and more demands, which were met with much concern for their dwindling wealth; not that even a fraction of their abundant supply of gold and treasures was truly effected by this cacao compulsion, but the greed of other members of the family would gradually start to influence their decisions.
Still, Schoko would get anything and everything she asked for until one fateful day; A merchant ship arrives with crates stacked to the brim with the sweets, commissioned just for "the Lovell's cursèd little brat," perhaps the largest haul her family made in one purchase. She was ecstatic, but greedy, seeing such an abundance only made her want more; and, for once. For the first and only time, Schoko was met with a word so profane, it sickened her.
"No."
Rage boiled within her, the noble girl had.. truly never been told she couldn't have something. It was appalling to her, such an idea was foreign and horrible and drove her mad. Grabbing her father by the wrists, a deep urge within her drove her to consume him whole and alive, her terrified, petrified mother following soon after, crammed inside their daughter's stomach, which roiled and churned like a furnace, and in her parents' last moments, under the hellish heat inside the packed chamber, they realized there was never truly escape to the curse.
In the following months, Schoko would have the rest of her family ordered to the palace under execution sentences, swallowing them just as she did her parents, aided by a butler who she has solely kept around to aid in her sadistic, hedonistic desires, now that she no longer has anyone who would dare decline her of any such needs.
Speedrunner of teenage emancipation, chocolate connoisseur, devourer of neighbors and nerds and parents and pastries.
The Lovell family is a wealthy noble house in a fanciful kingdom, if not the most prolific and abundant. But, they're at the envy of no one due to a rumor cast around the kingdom that their family is cursed to bear a daughter that will end up as the sole inheritor and potentially the end of their family line due to a tragedy of her own causing, warned to "fear the child who runs warm."
Naturally, when dear, sweet Schoko Lovell was born, to her parents' dismay, her natural body temperature was in a range the chirurgeons found... concerning. Despite this, she was as healthy and radiant as any noble could ask for, and grew up with little issue related to her ailment; All that was noticeable was how hard her body would constantly be at work, her tummy radiating like a little heater as it gurgled away at anything she was fed with such ferocity.
What did become an issue was her parents' fear of what she may become, and in an effort to quell the curse, spoiled the little lady to no end in hopes she would be benevolent by the time she hit adulthood. This would lead to a heavy addiction to chocolate, an extraordinarily lavish and complicated delicacy which the Lovells were ordering en masse for their sweet-toothed daughter, only to be met with more and more demands, which were met with much concern for their dwindling wealth; not that even a fraction of their abundant supply of gold and treasures was truly effected by this cacao compulsion, but the greed of other members of the family would gradually start to influence their decisions.
Still, Schoko would get anything and everything she asked for until one fateful day; A merchant ship arrives with crates stacked to the brim with the sweets, commissioned just for "the Lovell's cursèd little brat," perhaps the largest haul her family made in one purchase. She was ecstatic, but greedy, seeing such an abundance only made her want more; and, for once. For the first and only time, Schoko was met with a word so profane, it sickened her.
"No."
Rage boiled within her, the noble girl had.. truly never been told she couldn't have something. It was appalling to her, such an idea was foreign and horrible and drove her mad. Grabbing her father by the wrists, a deep urge within her drove her to consume him whole and alive, her terrified, petrified mother following soon after, crammed inside their daughter's stomach, which roiled and churned like a furnace, and in her parents' last moments, under the hellish heat inside the packed chamber, they realized there was never truly escape to the curse.
In the following months, Schoko would have the rest of her family ordered to the palace under execution sentences, swallowing them just as she did her parents, aided by a butler who she has solely kept around to aid in her sadistic, hedonistic desires, now that she no longer has anyone who would dare decline her of any such needs.