An Emotional Dinner

           Today I was browsing TVTropes, one of my favorite websites. It's actually a website that helped my writing. Its about Tropes, the tricks of the trade of writing fiction, the patterns in fiction, I explain it this way, cliches are usually overused Tropes. Some really common Tropes are Love Triangles, Anti-Heroes, Twist-Endings, Protangonists, Antagonists, Irony, etc. It's a nerdy, casual website, and a wiki(so it can be edited by anyone like wikipedia). A fun page to start out on is the one on the Big Bad Trope(The Big Bad is whatever causes conflict in the story, the villain for example though it can always be many other things) (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BigBad) Oh, and this website also tells you where the term The Butler Did It came from (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheButlerDidIt): Had a few seizures during dinner so that's bad, more than yesterday but overall still good. Yay!

Anyway, onto the flashfiction!

An Emotional Dinner

        Dahhau was a ghoul and one of the most respected cooks in all the Other World. Though she used special trick. Any chef could throw together dragon meat on a plate with sauce. Any chef could compile a soup of an arrangement of certain quantities of broth and spices. Then of course there was the accepted practice to enchant your dishes with flavor, the best trick of chefs in the Other World, though without the normal skills it wouldn't matter. But Dahhau. She did what few chefs did. She got the rarest, most powerful flavor additives in the entire cosmos.

           Human emotions.

          She would travel into the human world gather them with her enchanted bottle. Often she would use her magical abilities to take the shape of a beautiful woman. Then she would find a lonely human man. She would gather that loneliness and then seduce him forming a relationship, first gathering his longing for her. Then his hope for getting her. Then the fulfillment of the and happiness of the relationship. She would drag it out. Making it then become more awkward. Gathering up his fear of the relationship ending, she would spark whatever arguments she needed. Push any buttons she wanted. Rebound their relationship. Then she would breakup. Gather that sadness, though call him a few more times to further the depression if she needed it. Then when she felt done she would leave the human world. She didn't much worry about what happened to the human males she left behind, they usually took care of themselves. Each relationship was different as she had to toy with each man's emotions in a different way. Each human emotion had a different flavor with a different intensity so to get the perfect taste she had to experiment.

          This night she was running late. Very, very late. She thought she had all the spices she needed. She had gathered all types of emotions but in order to get her soup just right for her guest she needed just a little more hatred. Though she only had a few minutes, and she only fostered hatred during the deep parts of a relationship during the heated arguments. She didn't have any active relationships. She went to the human world anyway. The party she was holding was very important with actual celebrities and politicians from various parts of the Other World. She would be a part a history after this. She couldn't mess up this meal. And all she needed was a little more human hatred to spice up her soup.

       She arrived at the bar. That's where she set up her portal to the human world to met up with men. She went to the nearest man because of her small time limit. The man had a medium build, short, black hair, a nice smile full of straight teeth, and strong shoulders. His brown eyes complimented the darker light of the bar.

      “So Mister what kind of stuff makes your blood just boil?” she applied her usual seductive tone and posture. She didn't want this man to know that she was purposely trying to aggravate him, plus it was piratically habit for her to do so.

      “Not much bugs me really.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

        “What do you think of President?” she asked, she figured politics always rubbed people the wrong way.

        “Never much cared for politics. Um, okay I guess?” he responded then took a drink.

       “Any sports teams?” she prodded.

        “I don't have any real bias. I watch whatever games are on, I root for whoever's losing then when they start losing I root for the other ones.” he told her.

        “Any celebrities, movies, video games, television shows that get you mad?” she started getting angry herself and she knew time was running out.

        “Celebrities? Besides watching the games I spend most of the time playing bingo with my Grandma not much to get mad about. Though if I had to pick,” the man paused for a moment to think, then she could see him getting angry and she grew excited, this was it! “It's people who manipulate others, especially their feelings. If something makes my blood boil its those people. They're a special kind of evil.” the man glanced at the clock on the bar wall, “I have to go. Truthfully I come here for the big screen tv. I don't drink more than a quarter of a glass.” he laughed and walked out of the bar. The man put a great deal of hatred into that statement about manipulators. Enough for her soup and then some.

          Even as she put the hatred into her soup she couldn't stop thinking about what he said. It still bothered her as she brought the soup to the table, it was a massive bowl as what she was going to do was put it in the center so that the guests could then take however much they wanted into their own individual bowls. Though the statement and his degree of hatred, she knew she was one of those people. Well, not really, she was a ghoul a step above those simple humans. But then she started thinking about what if she had done that to Other World people and started thinking about how different humans were from Other World people and what if they were equal and then if they were the true horribleness of what she had been doing all those years.

         Screaming then pulled her out of her thoughts, she had been so distracted she fumbled with the giant hot soup bowl and it poured over the entire table onto the laps of all the Other World guests. These were celebrities, creatures and beings of greatest importance and significance.

          “You idiot!” Xaggyit one of the richest and most powerful demons in all of the Other World, “This suit cost me ten billion souls! And soup burnt holes all over it and I bet if I wasn't an invincible demon lord I probably would have had half my scales burnt off too! I loved this suit! Though don't worry I won't make you pay for it. I'll do much worse. I'll make lawyers bury you. Deep. Yeah, I'll get you banished to that dirt-hole human world where you get all your precious ingredients from. You're never going to see Other World as long as I live, and that's going to be a long time because I'm an immortal demon lord!”

           And so it was. And when she reached the human world she transformed she found a lonely man. But when she started the relationship she couldn't toy with him. She tried, but she couldn't. She wanted to use him to establish herself in the human world, perhaps use his money or something, but she couldn't. She actually already had plenty of money, a functioning identity in the human world as she had to live there for lengths of time to gather ingredients. She left this man in frustration because she couldn't bring herself to control him. She then approached a less lonely looking man, one who looked content and struck up conversation with him. She didn't attempt to toy or manipulate him and she felt so wonderful about it and felt at ease as they instantly hit it off. She felt great satisfaction just as if she had eaten a wonderful meal.