The God-Eaters

"You see a bare cave. People huddle on the other side of the lens. Their regalia is archaic: the skin of a spotted cat, a beaked head-dress of red beads, a serpent-headed staff. They're tattooed and emaciated, clearly starving."

"Three of them: the Snake, the Red Bird, the Cat. I think they started human, but it's hard to tell now. We came knocking, and they gave us water, and their price wasn't so very high. Write a headline for that, eh? But listen: if you ever end up there, know this. They play games, and they don't cheat. We only got out because the Cardsharp beat them at rummy."

The God-Eaters are a trio of Third City priest-kings-turned-monstrous who reside in their private Tomb-Colony of Xibalba.

Chained

The three priest-kings bartered their Mesoamerican city to the Bazaar in exchange for the flesh of a god. As a result, they grew monstrous and became immortal.

The priests were the Cat, known to some as the Mottled Man, who has sharp teeth and skin mottled like the fur of a jungle cat; the Red Bird, with her feathers of cinnabar; and the Serpent, with hands like snakes.

The God-Eaters are capable of possessing writers through their souls and dreams; the pitiable Fidgeting Writer is just one person who is going through this. People who completely fall to their thralls board steamers to Xibalba, while others are locked up and protected. It appears that the God-Eaters need to possess these bodies to ensure their immortality.

Original by Balclutha.

So, What Did They Consume?

"In the migrainous straits of deep sleep, there is a marsh where candle-flames buzz like wasps." WARNING: Beyond this point lie spoilers for Fallen London's most infamous storyline: Seeking Mr Eaten's Name. Turn back now. You can find out more about our spoiler policy here.

If you made it this far, you already know.