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Scathach's Scorn
Scathach's Scorn
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Well, well, well… feast your mortal eyes on Scáthach’s Scorn.
Yes, that Scáthach. The Celtic war goddess who trained Cú Chulainn and still scares the horns off half the demons in my employ. Turns out the old girl’s been hoarding the most vicious red onions, garlic bulbs sharp enough to shave with, and habaneros so ferocious they bite back. Naturally, I wanted them. Naturally, she said no.So I sent Cerberus.
Three heads, six lungs, one very singed tail later… he came trotting back with the goods clenched in his jaws while Scáthach’s war-cry echoed all the way from the Scottish Isles. Worth it? Oh, darling, you have no idea.One dollop of this crimson nightmare and your tongue will swear it’s been kissed by a banshee, then drop-kicked into paradise. It’s savage. It’s sinful. It’s the culinary equivalent of selling your soul… except you’ll actually thank me when the endorphins hit.Slather it on steaks if you’ve got a death wish. Stir it into chili if you fancy flirting with the abyss. Or just spoon it straight from the jar like the magnificent bastard you were born to be.Scáthach’s Scorn: because mild flavors are for people who’ve never stared down a goddess and lived to brag about it.Go on, pet. Take a taste.
I’ll wait.Crowley
King of Hades
Yes, that Scáthach. The Celtic war goddess who trained Cú Chulainn and still scares the horns off half the demons in my employ. Turns out the old girl’s been hoarding the most vicious red onions, garlic bulbs sharp enough to shave with, and habaneros so ferocious they bite back. Naturally, I wanted them. Naturally, she said no.So I sent Cerberus.
Three heads, six lungs, one very singed tail later… he came trotting back with the goods clenched in his jaws while Scáthach’s war-cry echoed all the way from the Scottish Isles. Worth it? Oh, darling, you have no idea.One dollop of this crimson nightmare and your tongue will swear it’s been kissed by a banshee, then drop-kicked into paradise. It’s savage. It’s sinful. It’s the culinary equivalent of selling your soul… except you’ll actually thank me when the endorphins hit.Slather it on steaks if you’ve got a death wish. Stir it into chili if you fancy flirting with the abyss. Or just spoon it straight from the jar like the magnificent bastard you were born to be.Scáthach’s Scorn: because mild flavors are for people who’ve never stared down a goddess and lived to brag about it.Go on, pet. Take a taste.
I’ll wait.Crowley
King of Hades
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