"The house of the Lumiones had long since fallen. The head of the family was an elderly man, who valued his gold over the lives of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren."
"The story goes, he invited them to one last banquet. It wasn't just any old banquet. It was the most lavish in the empire upon the generations of tables, he had used for each expansion of his family.
The mixed matched tables clashed greatly, with the extravagant evening. Murmurs of confusion rung throughout the hall."
"They say the elderly Lumione Walked into the dining hall and sat down at the head of the table."
"His voice was grave and sinister. "Why should we not celebrate upon the generations of my hard work." His face was said to have twisted into a sneer. "Or is that too much for you."
"One of his daughters spoke to him. "No, father it isn't. We were just curious about what tonight's celebration is." The daughter, who had spoken was holding one of her grandsons."
"The elderly Lumione pointed at the child in her arms. "He does not sit with you. He goes at the end with the rest of the children." He then glanced around noticing some of the other adults had followed her example. "The children go where they belong," They say he growled and his eyes glowed."
"Murmurs of discontent began as they sent each child one, by one to the end. What each who did as commanded did not know, they sent their child to an early grave."
"He laughed under his breath as his servants entered and lined behind each person. The food began to come. The smell of the food was entirely new to them. After each person including the children received a single empty dish. The food that was brought out rested behind him.
In confusion, everyone glanced at each other. Once again murmurs wandered around the table.
One servant brought a seemingly steaming covered dish to the elderly Lumione."
"Now the story varies from region to region. Some say there was black magic at work, but most agree it was his evil itself. Now, no one likes to tell this tale. It sends shivers down a good man's spine and a smile to a sinister woman's lips."
" It was not the dish itself, but what followed afterward."
"Now the children, who could not make it, aches my heart. This happened because you all stole from me. My time, my wealth," It is said Elderly Lumione's hands made a fist."
"Everyone around the table became quiet except for the children. They were hollering, whopping, and casually talking with one another."
"The Bitter man demanded quiet, by slamming his fist down and screeching.
The children at the end grew silent. The Elderly Lumione waved over another servant, this one had deserts. "Pass those to the end of the table. Every child receives one."
"I have to stop. You know what happens next right? Please, tell me you wish to turn away. Well, if not here is the horror that unfolded."
"The parents, and grandparents tried to protest. The elderly man waved them off. The servant with the deserts went around passing each child one. Once he was finished he returned to his original position."
"The children were delighted to break the rules for the morning. One, by one they placed a spoon in their mouths. It was so, good the children could not stop eating."
"The elder generation tried to keep a sharp eye, but the elder called their attention up front. "Now, the children are done."
"The lid of the steaming dish was removed."
"This breaks my heart. I wish to continue no more, If you are sure."
"It revealed a steamed baby. One of the female parents screamed. "My baby, baby."
Everyone rushed to stand and turned their attention to the end, with a fearful glance. The sight was unholy. The Children had gorged themselves on each other."
"Shouts of anguish echoed. As they went to turn on him. He revealed more dishes. I will not go into detail."
"The horror-filled the hall, and the servants moved one by one killing each member until old Lumione remained."
"Blood covered the banquet floor. I wished this tale was finished, but there were a few more things. The servants transformed into devils. After that, it is said a man in a black cloak came into the hall. That man gave the elderly Lumione a plate of gold."
"Now all of your riches are on this plate. It will never go dry until the day you die, but you must eat every last drop."
"The elderly Lumione began doing just that. He ate one gold at a time, while he laughed at his family's demise."
"They say his skeleton rests at the head of the table still, with a plate of gold he can never touch again."