The Strange Village: I'm Actually an Evil God

Gray fog devours the town, and whispers gnaw at sanity's edge. When I tore open the flesh of an eldritch horror, tears streamed down my face—not from terror, but from overwhelming hunger. The taste... divine. I've never savored anything so exquisite. Now the evil gods tremble at my approach, begging me to stay away. In this cursed village, I've become the monster that monsters fear.