Novel & Cerita Gluttony Monster

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

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?”

Pacular's voice wheezed in the dark making him all the more disgusting. “Hector is not a monster, he is human. The hero of Hill village. Pacular, you are the monster. Because of your greed that you sold your life and humanity to the devil, Greedius is a disgusting thing created by human greed. And you are serving at his feet seeking immortality.”

Envy: hollow and ravenous. The ground groaned as Gluttony emerged—bloated, lips wet and stained, each breath a wet wheeze. Their robe writhed, bulging as if something inside still fed. A belt of gnawed bones clinked at their waist. They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

I just hope that they behave themselves and not cause any noise. “Here, dear. Say, ah.” Getting spoon-fed by my mother and being watched by a number of eyes makes me feel sick. Even swallowing the food is a struggle. The porridge is threatening to rise up to my throat. If swallowing the food is the problem, I could have endured it. The problem was, the demon prince of gluttony is in the room with us. Eating in front of him is just a recipe for disaster. I am just thankful that Mammon and Leviathan are covering his eyes for the moment. However, the smell is something that we can’t hide from him. Looking at Beelzebub, his mouth is already salivating.

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.

He said shaking his head. "What's that?" She asked. "Gluttony." He said, "It's gluttony." "You dick head." She slapped him hard on his arm and got more vexed when he laughed instead of yelping in pain. "I am absolutely right." He said dodging the second hit, "You finished all the snacks and went for more." "And so?" "I had only a cup of popcorn." He shrugged, "You are gluttonous, you finished the entire packs of snacks and went for more."

Marcus Thorne stood at the intersection of what had been a residential district in South Mumbai, his golden shield expanded to maximum diameter, sweat pouring down his face despite the sub-zero temperature radiating from the entity consuming the city behind him. The Hungry was no longer a contained ball of compressed want. It had shed its junk-data shell like a snake molting, and what emerged was a forty-foot-tall mass of writhing need that moved by literally eating the space in front of it. Buildings did not collapse as it passed. They simply ceased to have ever existed, the concept of their presence devoured along with their physical structure. "Haley!" Marcus bellowed into his comms while

She was now groaning with her immature fangs exposed. The woman in her arms froze with horror at the sight of the monster, and she begged with her breathless whispers. Kate could feel her heartbeats picking up weight as she took in the smell of fresh blood, more tempting than the vermin blood she had for so long survived on. This was a hellish temptation. She couldn’t look away. She could not stop or think of anything else but listen to the aching of her appetite, to the craving of her indulgence calling her with the devil’s tune. Yes, just a little higher, and her hand would taste and transmit such a signal to her brain that all her troubles would fade away. Just one taste. She could almost