Gluttony Fullmetal Alchemist Novels & Stories

Visibly shaken, Briar cried hoarsely, “Gluttony!” “Yes, it’s Gluttony!” “I can’t believe Gluttony himself is here. It’s truly unbelievable!” The others were also shocked. Gluttony was one of the Four Calamities alongside Chaos, Depravity, and Ignorance, and it already possessed extraordinary talents in its youth. Among the Four Calamities, Gluttony stood out for its greed and desire. According to legend, once Gluttony matured, its unparalleled ferocity could devour the earth. It would possess unfathomable ability and could create or destroy worlds.

"nice!' I looked down at my hands covered with blood, I was excited by the newfound strength I gained. It was all worth it. Time to see how gluttony works. Analyze! [Orc warrior]-Uncommon Hp – 0/800 CON- 80 Def- 87 DEX- 16 Atk- 78 STR-26 MP- None [Skills: Taunt(UC), Ax Mastery(C), Hard skin(R)] It had higher Health and attack than me, does that mean I'll take both the stats as mine?no other way to find out. Gluttony! The moment I activated it I could see a blue substance coming out from the Orc's body, not touchable but it was still there. The moment I came into contact with it I couldn't help but let out a groan. "…huh'' It was a sense similar to somethi

“Every year, they sink deeper into mindless gluttony.” “Gluttony,” murmured Nyra, reclining in her chair carved from bone, “is the only time they remember they are alive by being less mortal.” Her voice was a hiss softened into silk, her crimson lips curling with amusement. “Let them have their feast.” ---

Godefray sat on the mattress with Ayla across his lap. Her throat hurt badly from all the screaming she did. But her body—Gods, her body—was a constant source of pain. Even Godefray avoided looking at it most time. Except for her face, her skin was full of cuts and bruises. After Galian used the five Soul Eaters, her body hurt more than usual, and her hands twitched badly.

I felt eyes on me as I was drinking my alcohol and eyed the food instead. "Let us eat." Samael announced, his eyes looking over the table with pride. Micah sat a few chairs away from me and he eyed me curiously. I gave him a head nod as greeting and he smirked at me in return. Chatter opened up around me. Another brother piled food on his plate like he hadn't eaten in five days. He was big, had short blonde hair which was a bit greasy and had two empty wine bottles next to him. The demon of gluttony. One very big woman sat next to him, and on the other side a very big man, both piling food on their plates like their King.

Even as the thought crossed my mind, I choked on the bread and almost passed out. As I scrambled to chug a glass of water to wash it down, the door opened. Yoran's burly form made the servant's room look especially small. Seeing him scowl at the bread, I quickly lowered my eyes while my heart pounded. Was he upset that I was a glutton? Still, seeing him not hiding his stare as he studied me from head to toe, I remembered the rumors about him in our past life. Yoran became the new Alpha by slaying his own father and his brothers, and he was a savage who loved to feast on human flesh.

The hall was a scene of grotesque excess: tables groaned under the weight of half-eaten delicacies, and high-ranking Betas were draped over silken cushions, their faces flushed with gluttony. "What in the hell is this?" a young officer barked, swaying on his feet. He couldn't even see past the glare of the torches. "Who let this filth into the banquet? Guards! Drag this intruder out and take his head!" I stepped into the golden light of the hearth, pulling back my hood. Behind me, my elite guard filed in, their steel unsheathed and their eyes glowing with suppressed predatory hunger. The young officer’s face went a sickly shade of grey. The gold goblet in his hand hit the floor with a dull *

Black dress hugging every curve, hair wild, face smeared with sauce and grease, eyes focused like she was hunting prey instead of devouring plates. Why was she eating so much? Was it a side effect of the fruit? The healers had warned about accelerated metabolism, about the body demanding fuel to rebuild what the poison had torn apart, but this… this was something else. She tore through platters like a starving beast, whole roasted legs of lamb disappearing in minutes, bread torn apart with her teeth, sauces dripping down her chin, her throat working hard as she swallowed huge bites without pause. The other contestants were slowing down, sweating, and looking sick.

What happened there, I wonder? “Now Zelena!” Galterio yelled and I quickly jumped forward to follow after him. We came to the kitchen and Galterio flicked on the lights. The night sky outside was dark and made the situation that much scarier. Galterio pulled out a chair at the large glass table and gestured for me to sit down. I sat down slowly and watched as he then went to the fridge and pulled out a rather large plate. He put it in the microwave and beeped a few buttons. He didn’t look up or turn around, just stood facing the microwave until it sounded its finished beeping song. He carried the plate over and slid it in front of me. A mountain of steaming beef, pork, and steak, filled the

Do guardian angels deal in savoury goods? /You’re losing it up here/ Livi warned as I tucked into the meal with relish. I ate like I’d never seen the inside of a palace. Brought up dining on golden plates, little nibbles, zero mess, absolutely no gulping. Now I had my elbows up in the air, tearing into ham like an unhinged criminal. /What if this is poisoned? How do we know Phillipe hasn’t found us and is drugging us right now?/ It would appear Livi is delving into paranoia too.