Berserk Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shoulders at me. “I'm surprised you're not affected here.”

My prison. A thunderous crunch shakes the ground. The reinforced main door splinters inward. Not from one blow. From a dozen. Kin. But not the lost souls I remember. These are twisted, eyes rolling white with madness, bodies swollen with blighted energy, claws rending the air. Berserkers. Corrupted Arthur’s vanguard. They pour through the breach, howling with voices that aren't human anymore. Pure, amplified rage. The Devourer’s psychic poison turned flesh.

TK reached for the Twinkie and Christopher's hand shot out, gripping the other man's wrist tightly but not painfully. "Not the Twinkie." The black man dropped the snack cake and only then did Christopher release his grip. TK scowled. "You gonna heat that spaghetti up?" "Nope." He opened the lid and forked cold congealed spaghetti into his mouth. TK made gagging sounds. Everyone ate a lot, but not everyone ate the way Beast did. But not everyone worked out the way he did, either.

Mammon the Avarice mocked the grand duke for his proud love for his family made a weakness out of him who was renowned to be the invincible wielder of the darkness of the three worlds. “Aren’t you the proud lords of the Nether World? Why aren’t you fighting back?” Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton tried to rouse the inner warrior in his comrades who were locked up like him but he was answered by a snort followed by a taunting voice.

Looking at its rampage after it slammed on the ground, Kirou guessed that this must have been the last skill he saw for the Swampland Crocodile King, Berserk Mode. It was unknown when, but if one was able to look at Kirou's face currently, they would notice that while his smile from finding the boss monster never changed, there was a blazing fire of excitement within his eyes. It seems that the Swampland Crocodile King's berserk mode stimulated something inside of Kirou.

"How dare you still try to implicate Ayna even now! She didn't hesitate to donate millions of dollars and even offered a decade of her own life, just to have the master perform the blessing ritual for you! And yet, you're repaying her kindness with slander?" I sneered as I turned over the trash can, letting the pearl earrings fall out. Then, I stomped on them, crushing them under my shoes. A few black worms then crawled out from the center of the earring, looking absolutely vile and disgusting. "She spent millions of dollars only to get this so-called master to cast a curse on these earrings with black magic! She offered her lifespan to bind the curse to me and transfer her sex addiction to

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

It’s coming from the tower. “Time to eat. Cursed Glutton Magic: Sumptuous Banquet!” Suddenly, a big mouth materialized above us and all my dark knights were sucked up towards it. A huge long tongue coiled around them and my warriors were eaten in just a blink of an eye. Then, the mouth burped loudly followed by a horrific laugh filling our body with fear and terror. Afterwards, the mouth slowly disappeared on the air. “That’s Beelzebub, the demon king of Gluttony,” Mammon suddenly spoke in my mind but I was too stunned to even respond to him.

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.