Chapter 2:The Rebirth of Mr.cake
Chapter 1 Summary:
Mr. Cake lived peacefully until he was betrayed and devoured by those he trusted. His essence faded into nothingness, but his resentment remained. In the depths of the unknown, his soul refused to rest, setting the stage for his unnatural return. His story was far from over.
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Chapter 2: The Rebirth of Mr. Cake
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Rustling leaves… The wind howls through the dark forest, carrying whispers of the unknown.
Deep within the cursed forest, where even the moon dares not shine, an unnatural silence takes hold. The trees, twisted and ancient, loom over the land like silent watchers. Then, suddenly—
CRACK!
The ground trembles as a dark energy pulses through the soil. From the remains of what was once Mr. Cake, a strange aura begins to rise. The air grows thick, heavy with an eerie presence.
Thump… thump… A heartbeat. Slow at first, then growing stronger.
A shadowy figure emerges from the earth, his form shifting between the familiar and the unknown. His once-soft cake layers now harden like stone, infused with an eerie glow. His once-sweet aroma turns into something unnatural—a scent that draws both fear and hunger.
(The reason for his rebirth: A yokai is born from deep resentment and lingering emotions. Mr. Cake was devoured against his will, his very essence torn apart by those who hungered for him. But the rage, the betrayal—it never faded. Instead, it festered in the void between life and death, twisting his soul into something new. A being that should not exist… yet does.)
The forest whispers his name, but it is different now. Twisted. Transformed.
Mr. Cake has returned—but not as the same being. He is now a Yokai of Consumption, a spirit driven by an insatiable hunger, cursed to consume endlessly but never be satisfied.
Drip… drip… The sound of something melting. Or perhaps something… reforming.
His powers awaken: The Curse of Endless Hunger. Anything he devours strengthens him, but at a cost—his form continues to mutate, warping further from what he once was. His touch spreads decay, turning whatever he wishes into food-like matter, absorbing their essence into himself.
But there is one thing stronger than his hunger—his thirst for revenge.
The memories flood back. The laughter. The greedy hands tearing him apart. The betrayal.
His fingers curl into claws, his new form trembling with rage.
"They ate me… Now I will devour them all."
The night howls in approval as his rebirth is complete.
Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, his gaze lifts to the sky. His voice, now deeper, distorted, carrying the weight of something ancient, utters a single name—
"Xratham…"
A chilling wind sweeps through the forest, carrying his words far into the darkness.
The author :
Xratham… A name filled with meaning, but why does he say it?
Written by pratham