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“She looks like fresh meat and the college rugby team is outside.” “Understood,” he salutes as he comes over to stand next to us in a more protective stance. “We’re just here to indulge in some good old-fashioned gluttony.” The bouncer shakes his head at the archaic deadly sin reference. “Just don’t let your gluttony make the papers, ya hear”

Anger rises so fast it makes my vision blur. “They turned my whole line into a secret lock,” I say. Kael looks at me, then back at the page. His voice is colder now. “There’s more.” He turns another page. This time the words appear faster, like they’ve been waiting too long to be read. If the gate opens fully, the packs will not fall by fang or war. They will fall by hunger from the old dark beneath them. Silence. The torch in Kael’s hand cracks softly. Neither of us moves. “Hunger?” I say finally.

The Moon-Well was a place where time went to die. The water was so still it looked like a sheet of black glass, reflecting a sky that didn't exist. Elias stood on the edge, his silver hair glowing with a faint, ghostly light. The three Moon-Witches stood behind him, their breathing synchronized, a sound like the rattling of dry bones. "The Gulgatha is at your gates, World-Alpha," the Matriarch whispered. "Every second you hesitate, a hundred lives are extinguished. The Hunger does not wait for permission. It only waits for a feast."

He felt a light breeze on his neck as he looked up and saw Glutton in front of him. Everything went so fast that he couldn't even follow what was happening. Glutton smelled Raia as if there was fresh and delicious meat in front of him. He wanted to bite into his neck, but he restrained himself. "W-what are you?" Raia couldn't help but ask. "What am I?" Glutton became serious but still observed Raia's movements. "As you can see..." he said, moving slightly away from Raia. "I am a ghoul...!!" he shouted loudly. There was no one around to hear them, so Glutton didn't care about the consequences of his actions. Glutton was known as the careless ghoul.

“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!"

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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.

The Hunger hesitates, distracted by my pain. "More," hisses a voice made of crumbling folios. The Concept slithers between shelves, its form shifting—sometimes a wolf with parchment fur, sometimes a gaunt scholar with hollow eyes. "Feed me your stories, Null-Bridge." The Child steps between us, their starlight dimmed to a protective glow. "There are other ways," they murmur, not to me, but to the Hunger itself. "You can savor without consuming." The Hunger laughs—a sound like spines cracking. "Taste is fleeting. I hunger for ownership ."

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.