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In the dimly lit basement, the air was heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, musky scent of damp earth. Shelves lined the walls, stacked high with makeshift perches, old crates, and wooden beams worn smooth from years of use. High above, Kurt Wagner perched like a predator at rest, his legs tucked beneath him, tail curling lazily around the edge of the shelf.

Below him, shadows danced in the flickering light of a single bulb, illuminating the grim scene. The decapitated body lay in the center of the room, its lifeless form already being investigated by small, curious creatures—his bamflings, their glowing yellow eyes flickering like candles as they tore into their meal with fervent hunger. Their soft, satisfied purring filled the space, a strange, almost comforting contrast to the grisly reality.

Kurt’s lips were stained, a deep crimson that matched the glistening streaks across his sharp teeth. He leaned against the wall, his golden eyes half-lidded as he finished licking the remnants of his own meal from his claws. His dark indigo skin blended into the shadows, making him appear almost ethereal, a specter of the underworld.

The perch beneath him creaked softly as he shifted, his tail flicking in thought. Feeding the bamflings wasn’t just necessity; it was survival. They relied on him, and he them, in a bond that was as primal as it was familial. He gazed down at the creatures now, their movements quick and purposeful, their devotion unspoken but unmistakable.

This sanctuary was his domain, his refuge from the outside world—a place where the lines between man, beast, and monster blurred into irrelevance. Kurt tilted his head back, his breath steady, savoring the silence of the moment. Above ground, he was a devil to be feared; down here, he was their god.