Gluttony Fullmetal Novels & Stories

“Be patient, we will have our time as it will not take long.” Scolding him as the one who owns an ash blue pair of color eyes and black hair reminded while sitting unto the glass window overlooking the bright full moon as his embodiment and prominent symbol is beaming as the sin of Pride. “It’s better this way as I can eat whatever soul I want without anyone noticing.” Giggling as the embodiment and prominent symbol of the sin of Glutton added, with his pair of reddish eyes and a mix of red and brown hair marks while sipping his drink and comfortably leaning onto the wine table of their mansion.

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“There is no need, here, to be deprived. You need to drink from the blood slaves.” He felt the movement of the mattress as one of the blood slaves positioned themselves gingerly along his side and the weight of their arm across his chest as they offered it to him. He lifted it to his mouth and found the position to bite without opening his eyes. As the blood pulsed out over his tongue, he knew that Meguitte was correct. Out of guilt, he had been taking too infrequently, too lightly, feeling that it was wrong to drink fully and sate his hunger knowing that back at Concordia hunger was a normal state of being.

The two beings observed each other in silence in the dark, the light of their eyes testifying to their presence. "I see, so you're the reason there are many people in one body?" "To be precise, it's about efficiency. We are Greed, so we take whatever interests us, in this case, it's about skill. But unlike another Sin you know, we don't just take the skill, we take the technique, we take the most we can get." "Another sin? You mean gluttony?" "See? You know more than your looks, Gluttony only takes skills indifferently, we call it being stupid, but in our case, we learn to use them thanks to one of the wonderful blessings of Greed."

Her screen was her god—and I was rewriting the commandments. Soon enough, her eyes widened. My ads were working—delicious, decadent, sinful dishes displayed on her feed. Steaks. Pasta. Chocolate fountains. Ribs dripping with sauce. Gluttony incarnate. “That looks delicious, Alice,” I murmured behind her. “Yeah, it sure does,” she said, her voice gleaming with interest. “Do you want some steak, Paimon?” “Oh, don’t worry about me. Don’t you want to try it?”