Gluttony Fullmetal Novels & Stories

he ask “Abaddon. And I want your body” he said with a tilted face “Excuse me?” Abaddon opens his mouth wide as locusts and flying insects swarm out from his mouth, nose, ears and within seconds the gym is flooded with man eating insects. The insects bite and penetrate men and women in the gym eating them from inside, sparing only Jace, The Gym Instructor

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

Rex mumbled. “Me either.” Zac added with a look of disgust on his face. “He is about to eat everything, and then I won’t be able to make anything else for breakfast.” Alec groaned. “Maybe he will stop when he gets full.” Caleb let out an awkward chuckle. “Doubtful. Gluttony is an excessive consumption of food. He won’t stop. He might stop long enough to throw up, but he will keep eating and drinking until he is satisfied. From what I can tell, he will never be satisfied.” Hunter spoke.

“That's when you haven't seen me go crazy. I was once a monster, a cannibal in its own right. I don't remember why I did it but there was a certain sacrifice ceremony, I was fed cannibals for a long time and this made me gradually lose my humanity. I became a half-man, half-animal, tired and exhausted. My bloodlust began to rise when I saw that thing, which was fueled by greed and hatred…” "It's Greedius!" Hades explained my ambiguity: “As Greedius, you have seen Greedius which means he has risen but is extremely weak, he causes lust and bloodlust in you to rise and that's why due to the man who killed the entire Hill villagers. You have already become his henchman!"

“I said eat, fat girl. You will not waste away under my care.” I shook my head, fresh tears filling my eyes. “I’m not hungry,” I whispered. Draven laughed coldly. “Not hungry? Look at this body.” He slapped my round belly hard, making it jiggle. “All this softness didn’t come from starving yourself. Food is what made you this fat, chubby whore. Those heavy tits, these thick thighs, this spilling belly — every roll came from eating too much. And now you refuse? I won’t allow it.”

I can say that the man is really young and playful at the same time. "Get off me!" Jevro said angrily. The two were in such a scene when I was suddenly straightened up. My automatic reaction as a Malemyn activated. My golden eyes flickered as my senses heightened. I felt the silence of the two in front of me so I also looked at them. "What the hell?!" Clewin's words were emphatic as black smoke came out of his body. The power of Gluttony.

He could only watch in silence as King Kayziel moved freely, doing as he pleased. “Ugh, what the hell is wrong with this body?" Kayziel complained as he stuffed his face with food. "I keep eating and eating but I never feel satisfied." "It should be normal, Your Majesty." Hugh said, taking a seat across Kayziel. "The human Prince has always been known as a glutton. Although you possess his body, there are certain things you can't change."

“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.” ---

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.

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 *