God Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

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."

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

Guilt gnawed at him as he replayed the moment in his mind, grappling with the realization of his vulnerability in the face of temptation. As he reached the sanctuary of the church, Henry sank to his knees before the altar, seeking solace in prayer. But even in the sacred stillness of the holy place, he found no refuge from the turmoil raging within him. His heart weighed heavy with remorse and confusion, torn between his duty as a priest and the forbidden desires that now threatened to consume him.

Leonardo retorts, “ There’s no point to all of this. You’re here to be our maid and maybe even give us a haircut, which was your original purpose here, by the way. ” Something crinkles from the corner of the room, like the sound of foil being folded or crumpled up. All eyes turn to Goldie, who is currently digging into a bag of chips. “Jesus, kid. Couldn’t you be quieter? We’re talking here.” Goldie looks at Leonardo for a moment, and then returned his attention to his snack. With a couple of chips in his mouth, he slowly speaks up. “Let’s go to…Capiz.” “Huh…?” Leonardo shoots a scowl at the young man who is innocently eating junk food.

He says to her. Gabriel had got to be the king of Male prostitutes, he is always with a woman when ever you see or call him, but then again that must be one of the perks of having the stature of a Greek god. His beautiful is beyond compare and that's coming from someone who doesn't like him. He has the most beautiful electric blue eyes, long black shoulder length silk hair, high nose bridge, small pointed nose, pink full lips, nice V-shaped jawline, nicely shaved beard, broad shoulders and a relatively narrow waist, nice body build, he has this massive dragon tattoo on his chest, that looks amazing.

I stated before looking at Cyrus. "Most of you were a dead give away including you, I mean who would look at someone as proud as you did when you saw my eating capabilities" I said a small laugh escaping my lips. "Mässäily" I whisper causing his head to shoot back up his eyes swirling an orange shade again "the name of the demon known as gluttony" I stated matter of factly. "Known as a never ending craving, never able to be satisfied, it can be in multiple ways such as lust and greedy but it's known to fall more under food as a way of coping" I stated.

and with a single touch to Mammon's forehead, the entity unleashed a surge of power, causing Mammon to scream out in agony. As the pain subsided, Mammon's eyes fluttered open, now ablaze with a newfound clarity. The being before him revealed itself to be Lutan, also known as Satan, wielding the combined powers of pride and wrath. Mammon realized that his encounter with Satan was not just a physical battle but a confrontation with his own ignorance.

shouts from the gods' dais. Everyone obeys, looking at each other, unsure of what to do amidst the confusion that engulfs them. At that moment, a supernatural roar is heard, and the door swings open wide, making way for Yaldabot, the feared god of the underworld. His presence is terrifying, his body shrouded in shadows, his gaze piercing. Yaldabot surveys everyone with a cold and gloomy expression. His eyes gleam with infernal fire as he strides directly towards the goddess Luna, who shrinks in fear at his imposing presence. The air around him becomes thick and laden with dark energy.

A skeletal tree, fossilized for generations, suddenly bloomed. Its black flowers opened. And screamed. In the Pale Court, mirrors burst into ash. Prophets clawed at their throats, gagging on their own tongues as visions overtook them. In the Hollow Vale, the soil began to pulse. With heat. With sorrow. With something worse than vengeance, Expectation. A shape rose. Not bone. Not man. A god made of hunger, grief, and the dust of old queens’ promises. The God Below did not rise for crowns.

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”