Victor returned to the Demon King's castle triumphant, the heart of the Bloodthirsty Beast wrapped in a shimmering cloth enchanted to preserve its raw power. He crossed the grand gates, his steps resonating through the cavernous halls. The eyes of the demon guards and castle staff followed him with a mixture of awe and disbelief. The whispers spread rapidly—Victor, the Head Chef, had accomplished the impossible.
"The chef bested the beast?"
"They say the heart is larger than a boulder!"
"Does he wield hidden powers?"
The murmurs did not distract Victor. His mind was focused on the task ahead: crafting a dish that would not only honor his triumph but also solidify his position as an indispensable figure in the Demon King's court.
As Victor entered the throne room, the Demon King sat upon his massive, ornate chair, his crimson eyes glowing with amusement and approval. His armored frame exuded authority as he leaned forward, a fanged smile playing on his lips.
