Sometimes the Bishops are difficult to dealt with, sometimes they just don't respect the laws you put in...And it gets so fucking tiresome...
They need to know what consequenses are for, and the Lamb will make sure it hurts bad, The Lamb WILL make it an ever lasting pain that constantly reminds them what they did...
You know what the best part of being the red crowns carrier is? You can bring whoever you want back to life, and kill them again, just to bring them back to life and repeat the process...Sure, it's painful, but not an everlasting pain...so the Lamb decides to get it to a next level...
What would you feel If you were force to eat a brother...over and over again-
While hearing the preparation of his meat-
While seeing his still beating heart on the table?
The Bishops would tell you how they felt the first time, and the second time, and the third time...but they can't...because if they speak up, if they mess up-
THERE WILL BE A FOURTH TIME...
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TO CONSUME IS (not) TO LOVE
cannibalism in romance novels
Cannibalism is like a parallax. For once it exists as a ‘philia’, characterized by the desire of eating another. And we find that it exists in the opposite spectrum, in the form of a ‘phobia’, which speaks of the fear of being eaten or partaking unknowingly or forcefully in the act of eating another. To vore is adjacent to love in most cases, both feared and desired. Because to love someone is (apparently) to want to consume them.
Though cannibalism might seem like a barbaric and horrific concept, it is said to be one of the most intense demostrations of love that exist in both classic and contemporary literature. The gruesome gesture reminds the lecturer of the intensity of love and its lunacy. As Mercedes Abad stated in spanish newsletter ‘el tiempo’ on May 21st, 1995 ‘There is no doubt that love and sex are feasts where, to a greater or lesser extent, we all become anthropophagi who would surely find it quite difficult to answer the question of whether there is greater pleasure in phagocytosing the other or in being phagocytosed.’ Because Cannibalism as a metaphor for love in romance novels, as it is in our day to day, is more about the blind consumerism of it rather than the pureness of it. One example of blind consumerism of love would be in Salvador Dali's Autobiography, where it is mentioned how Gala cooked their pet rabbit because of how much they loved it, in front of the woman’s refusal to the idea of leaving the rabbit with the maids.
To love is to consume, but to consume is to devour and transform in reusable energy. Like a vampire would when consuming someone’s blood, so they can continue living at the other’s cause. You live off the love you take, but if you devour that love, the other cannot live. The truth is cannibalism has a double connotation, and consuming the other’s otherness is three dimensional. Which means it isn’t always about love, or the lack thereof, but more so about the act of possessing. Cannibalism isn’t only one of the greatest manifestations of tenderness (for many), but also the irrevocably selfishness of an individual blinded by desire - in front of the morbid contemplation of the lover giving themselves so the other can survive -. The amorous-sexual instincts that resurface from a deep sense of infatuation together with those of hunger - a basic instinct - that create an irrational longing, unite in cannibalism as an analogy for that which we wish to become one with. It leaves you to question if the love narrated is but an act of survival for starved people.
‘Love is only a prologue to two cannibals struggling to take a bite of each other.’ - La Oscuridad, Ignacio Ferrando Perez (2014.) Cannibalism is, then, the imposture of love, and the obscure craving of something bigger than yourself without any understanding of it.
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Biting during sex is one thing.
Getting bitten and not being sure if your partner is about to rip a piece of your neck off or if they are just giving you a kiss is a whole other story <3
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The Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous
Fruits & Vegetables: Poems by Erica Jong
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