This is so true for a whole assortment of things but I’ve never been able to put it into words. Like when people find out I’m queer and they suddenly act less homophobic. I have relatives who magically stop showing their racist tendencies around people of color. Just because you don’t display your prejudice around the people you’re prejudiced against doesn’t make you a good person - it still means you’re shitty, but also extra shitty because you realize your behavior is offensive and you only display it around people who won’t be immediately harmed.
He was angry at the king for something, I can’t remember. When the king was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the king’s son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon. That night, he served the pie to the king. He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice.
The gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young. He’s been roaming the Nightfort even since, devouring his own babies. No matter what he does, he’s always hungry.
It wasn’t for murder that the gods cursed the rat cook, or for serving the king’s son in a pie.