God Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

He smirked as he licked his lips and looked down at my lips. "Can we eat without you guys looking at each other like that?" Someone asked with a groan as I blinked at Alexander's lusty eyes. I looked over and looked at all the Gods at the table. I didn't know who said something, all I knew was that it was a God. "Why can't we eat alone?" I asked slowly. I didn't remember much about any of these Gods or Goddesses besides their names and I would rather not eat with them. (Alexander The God of dark wisdom and creations Pov)

he scooped and ate, ignoring those who sat staring out of curiosity. “Oh, … And how is she now? “Asked Apo. “Um… she fine.” Hugh saw the abnormal that had occurred. Something different and something is about to cause another tragedy. After about ten minutes, the rest of the snacks that had been placed were all gone in the blink of an eye. Probably because he stayed in the human world for too long until he became addicted to the taste of food. The young god stood up and gave a charming smile. “I better go visit her.”

“Why would you say that?” He shakes his head and retorts. “Because Apolliana is Abaddon.” I reel back as if I was slapped in the face. “What the bloody hell are you talking about, Michael? Lana is not Abaddon. The scriptures all say that I am Abaddon.” “They are wrong, Lucifer. The fates confirmed it after we imprisoned her. Apolliana is Abaddon. She is the destroyer. She had already shown signs of her immense power. That is why we couldn’t risk letting her out of her prison. Once you forfeited your place in heaven, you damned her as well. Rapelles toi,” Remember. “It’s all about balance. She is the second half of your soul, but her soul was dying, killing all of the good inside her. The fat

And it's true, Veto is the living proof of that. I witnessed him turning from a loyal and humble dog to a greedy and sly fox. I had saw it with my own two eyes how he had killed the King Lycaon. How his eyes were filled of greed, envy and hatred as he strike the late king with his swords and how his mouth moves upward when he saw King Lycaon bleeding in his feet. That's how people can easily change the moment they give in to their greed. The Gods are right. Greed is power.

“I, the Goddess of light, hold to protect the light and pure heart that shed the endless blessing of this fragment creation.” “I, the God of dark, hold to contain the dim from the chaos that bounds, that will ring the trouble from the perfect harmony beyond this silent death.” Taking the hand of the first keys everything from the simple beginning became the clouded truth of the sin of greed. “Having the hand of the dark, owning the hollow of time and space and creating the unknown dimensions, will only crumble everything.” “Then let me have everything and be the one soul God.” Swallowed by the sin of greed from the misty mind behind the tempted heart emerges the sin of a glutton as the God t

Goddess will not leave you," his voice came out strangled as he fought off the pain. I couldn't help but smirk. "You shouldn't lie to the person who has your life in the palm of their hand. The Goddess doesn't need a pretentious server like you. I'll be doing a favor to the Goddess by killing you," my answer earned me a heated glare from him. I was totally right. He was indeed an accomplished elder at one point in time but power and money corrupted him. It didn't take long for his loyalty to shift from the Goddess to money. His preaches were nothing but empty words aimed at fooling people into donating to him. I never trusted him and his damn shrine. I knew what he was after. I was after tha

They choose favorites and distribute unfairly both blessings and toils, pitting their adamantine wills against those whose undying adoration they yearn for and demand. But even so juvenile as they are, they are nothing compared to this—this profane monster. This twisted abomination of the worst of all human vices and the worst of the gods’. This petty petulant killer has no equal, in neither realm of god nor man. No equivalent to his unholy amalgamation in either theater, to his disrespect and loathing of all things, his burning gluttonous desire to devour. And this I must stand against. Alone. For I cannot take anyone with me, cannot allow them choose my fate above their own. Only the power

However, looking at Mammon’s grim expression, I knew that my hunch about this phenomenon was correct. The sixth demon prince is making his appearance. The demon prince of glutton—Belzeebub.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

"That took longer than it should have." "Let's move," Envy said, his tone impatient. "The prophet awaits." Gluttony's sharp eyes landed on a frail man seated near the gate, his clothes tattered and his hands trembling as he held out a small, empty bowl. The poor man glanced up, and his sunken eyes widened in fear as Gluttony approached. "Why so scared?" Gluttony said, his voice oozing with mock kindness. He crouched, producing a coin from beneath his cloak, its golden surface gleaming unnaturally. "I just need some information."