"Dare you?"
On the other side, a man gnashes his teeth and tears apart chunks of meat. Red liquid flows from the constantly closing and opening holes, and there seems to be a flickering electric light in his eyes as if he can hear the crackling commotion.
A fork swings forward, like a trident about to pierce through the prey's intestines, its tip dangerously close.
Suddenly, the man pounces like a glutton, sweeping away everything on the table, whether it's dry, hard, wet, or soft. Only sticky and dripping chunks remain, creating an atmosphere of debauchery.
The man jumps onto the table like a beast, crushing the strong-smelling or flowing or solidified puddles of liquid, not caring at all about his body being stained with filth.
A tongue emerges from the man's lips, stained with a crimson color, and licks around, clearly not satisfied.
In an instant, the man is right in front of the nose, one step away from saliva and drool intertwining, sharing the nauseating stench of chewed-up mush in their mouths.
Just like the scattered debris on the ground, resembling piles of maggots from a distance, the man also looks down on the filth, exhaling hot air and saying slowly, "Perhaps you don't even dare to think about it." The mocking tone of the man's voice is as irritating as a swarm of ants.
"Dirty yourself and become like me."
Greed, anger, ignorance, laziness, doubt.
Life is enjoyable.
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He closes his eyes.
Then opens them.
The table is neatly arranged, displaying exquisite delicacies.
He is dressed in formal attire, sitting upright, with no place for compromise.
He picks up a cup, and the black liquid in the cup slips through the gaps in his teeth and slides down his throat into his stomach.
Inspired by two pictures posted by Yu Xi on Weibo on July 17, 2020. (Picture 1, Picture 2)
Upon seeing them, I suddenly felt a strong urge to write, as if it was shouting to come out. It's a rare burst of creative energy.
It can be considered a story told through pictures.
It can also be seen as a sister work to "Demon. God".