Gluttony Fullmetal Novels & Stories

“Curse you and your precious Moon Goddess. Curse all of you for turning me into this!” His fury trembles between madness and grief. For a moment, I almost pity him. Almost. But then something strange happens. The metal he once controlled begins to crawl over his skin. It slithers up his arms, twisting and reshaping, then creeps across his face. Streams of silver ooze from his mouth, his nose, his eyes—like molten tears. The sight freezes me. Baron trembles, choking on his own power. His voice turns into a wet, broken gurgle as the metal consumes him. It’s as though the very thing that made him strong has turned against him, reclaiming what it gave.

Eskaal gulped hard seeing her seductive expressions. “But yours are darn good, woman! Now you are provoking me yourself.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at her intently with a malicious grin. “Oh? I haven’t even started yet.” She reached for his trousers while looking intensely. Meagia was drugged by her step sister, and under the influence her carnal desires became uncontrollable. “How can I believe your hollow words without a demonstration?” Eskaal grinned and chuckled softly knowing that the words would definitely ignite her desires. “I see you are a clever one!” Meagia reciprocated the expressions with a mild shock.

Destiny protested. "You see? The glutton in you. I adore it." He made a dramatic mocking face. "I'm not a glutton but I don't care anymore if you're bent on being on my neck for that." "Sure." "By the way. I was not gonna eat your food. My throat is damaged and I have lost my appetite." "Sorry, but I care less." "You caused it you know?" "You could have easily accepted that you're a glutton instead of going through the trouble. Now I won and you lost again to this employee of yours who got employed without an interview. Wow, am I not a genius?." He chuckled.

My stomach growled in anticipation, and I dug in with reckless abandon, savoring the flavors and textures of the dishes. I ate with a ferocity that surprised even myself, my hunger and exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of this culinary delight. Lyrien's voice interrupted my gluttony, ''Eat slowly, you might hurt your stomach.'' I nodded, mesmerized by the vibrant colors and warmth of the world around me. It was a beauty I had never beheld before, a stark contrast to the darkness I had known. Memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to that fateful night two years ago, when I was 18 and first discovered my inner demon.

My stomach was growling with a ferocity that bordered on violent. Being a Half-Angel with a Phoenix-blessed core was a double-edged sword; my magic was potent, but my metabolism burned through fuel at an alarming rate. After the high-octane drama of the morning and the mental strain of the orientation tour, I felt like I could eat a whole roasted boar and ask for seconds. But as I rounded the final corner and the scent of spiced meats and fresh bread hit me, the hunger was momentarily eclipsed by a searing, holy irritation.

“This is who we serve?” “Shut the fuck up, Pride,” Wrath barked. “Gluttony, help him.” Gluttony dragged his feet forward lazily. Ashiel pulled a dagger, but Gluttony raised his hands. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you ask.” Cris signaled Ashiel to lower the blade. Gluttony pressed a heavy hand against my chest, and energy surged into me. My body steadied, the burning in my veins cooling. “I’m giving you a taste of strength,” Gluttony muttered. “Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.”

Kaelen swallowed. Gluttony growled, actually growled, shadowy purple energy coiling around his shoulders. “He goes with me.” “With us,” Lucifer corrected sharply. Gluttony bared teeth. “With. Me.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Jealousy is unbecoming.” “It’s not jealousy,” Gluttony hissed, pulling Kaelen closer, “it’s possession.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Not interested Gluttony, fuck I have my Amor Meus, fucking asshole."

The Caloric Debt—the hunger caused by my regeneration—was back, clawing at my stomach walls. "Eat," Malik said, pouring a jug of water. "Your metabolism is demanding payment. If you do not feed the engine, it will consume the chassis." I didn't wait for manners. I grabbed a leg of roasted goat and tore into it. It was savory, rich, and perfectly spiced. I ate with a feral intensity, ignoring the grease running down my chin. I devoured bananas, mangoes, and chunks of bread. Eliana ate too, though more slowly. She sat close to me, her eyes darting around the room, analyzing the exits, analyzing Malik.

Not wanting to be embarrassed, again Angelo secretly looked to Mark’s direction and copied the perverted ugly human being’s table manners: from choosing the correct utensils to the proper way of consuming foods, he perfectly copied the perverted ugly being. Although Angelo wants to get a large piece of meat on his plate; seeing the perverted ugly human being slicing the meat- into tiny pieces; he could only grit his teeth- in frustration. He doesn’t want to be a clown in front of the gorgeous tigress again, so; he could only hide his inner gluttony. “Seriously, the tender, juicy and savory meat is right in front of me. Why can’t I have the right- to finish this delectable meat.” Deep down in

He would hit his horse here and there to increase its speed. "You don't know? Which world are you living in? It is our famous general who was enlisted at the age of eighteen after defeating several armies at war. He is said to possess the form of a hound when fighting. Some say he has never been scratched by a single soul." "So he keeps clean. Sounds like a neat freak to me," the other man interjected as he continued to watch the back of the man on the horse who was so eager to reach the palace before sunset. He was weary of being late and dealing with the old man was tiring. He also could not stand the stench of blood on his body. He wanted to take a bath and rest for a while.