Romans & histoires Second Coming Of Gluttony

"You want to know if I'm fine? Come closer and see." My cheeks flamed up, and I quickly looked down, shutting up. Months rolled by, and I found myself expecting a baby. The High King's second-in-command dropped by with news—the High King was ready to pass the torch, and Damon was to take over some royal duties. "Look, forget the small stuff. Just make sure you take care of those misfits so the regular folks can put food on their table," the High King had said when his time was running out. Ruby was a no-show at the High King's funeral.

Julia continued, "Your man is a badass. Rosalie refused to eat, so he brought her son over. She then swallowed a lot of gems. Rosalie was half-dead and Axel asked someone to cut her face and sever the tendons of her son’s wrist in front of her. She was eventually thrown into the sea. "Those who watched coldly were also taught a lesson. Everyone has a hideous scar on their wrist just to punish them for watching coldly and not helping you. I might’ve suffered as well if I weren't your best friend." Julia pretended to wipe her tears to get my sympathy, but I only rolled my eyes. "Although many reporters were present that day, the only news that was reported was Salfolk Group's bankruptcy. The f

"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."

"You're stronger than this. You've proven it every day for sixty years." But even as she spoke, she could see the truth in his eyes. The man who had spent decades choosing compassion over hunger was losing the battle against instincts that had been artificially amplified beyond his ability to control. His movements became more fluid, more predatory, his gaze fixing on the window where the townspeople waited with unmistakable hunger. "You don't understand," he said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries-old shame. "The hunger isn't just about blood anymore. It's about everything I've denied myself, everything I've sacrificed for the illusion of humanity. And now it's all coming back at o

“Good. That’s all I’m asking.” The food came. I picked up my fork, hesitating for a second, waiting for some invisible rule to be broken. Silas saw me hesitate as he picked up his own fork and started eating his spaghetti. “See? This end goes in the food. That’s about all you need to know in here.” I finally smiled back, for real this time, and started to eat. *** Silas’s pov

I fucking hate that. ~Christopher’s POV~ I hate clowns, and this dude wasted my time. Did I just forgo my lunch to meet up with this idiot? Isn’t Mark the one who said this guy was the finest in his field? I’m sitting here, listening to this moron rant. I massaged my brows. He went on and on about how much money Grayston Group would make out of the deal. Then I spotted him peering behind me. The moron then licked his lips and began dangling like a dog.

As it looks like he isn't planning on attacking us for the mean time. I could say typical villains. "I thought, you were just one of the unfortunate souls for having the curse of gluttony on your spirit. You must have committed a great sin in your past, as a servant of God I was willing to let you have the eternal rest. But! You are different! I didn't notice it at first because it was a faint feeling but when I saw that you have also controlled a part of darkness, I could now confirm that mother nature has forsaken you! Instead of returning to her as ashes you came back from the dead!” he said with intense conviction and a crazed look on his face.

“The journey back to true taste is a long one. But you have found the first, most crucial steps. Remember what you have learned here. Remember the power of connection, and the enduring truth of authentic flavor.” As they prepared to leave the guild hall, the scent of real food clinging to their clothes like a badge of honor, Bima felt a profound shift. The phantom hunger was gone, replaced by a genuine, healthy appetite. Not for convenience, not for manufactured bliss, but for the honest, challenging, and infinitely rewarding journey of discovering taste. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, Bima felt truly prepared, armed not just with knowledge, but with the profound, rest

Mona saw the mood shift and hurried over, swaying her hips, trying to press her body against Sharpe's arm out of habit. "Aw, Derek, honey, why are you so mad? It's just some petty little thief. Gary's just trying to clean up after us." Sharpe shoved her away, hard. "Petty thief? Do you two have any idea the sky is about to fall in on us?" Sharpe pointed up at the ceiling, his finger shaking. "Corporate headquarters just issued a red alert! The one they're calling the Hatchet—the risk control inspector sent down straight from headquarters to audit the books—walked into our store half an hour ago! Her signal's completely gone dark right now!"

The most powerful creation of the human race became the plague which decimated us, how ironic. The ones who were still alive tried to find a way to fight back, but death awaited in every corner, so the survivors lived in fear and despair. Until one day a survivor who prayed to a god received a gift, a divine power enable to slay the beasts known as dragons. The gods made their move by giving a certain and small number of people the power to control their own creation, these people were called The Prophets. One by one, they gathered and fought the dragons with success. But after all, after the way human beings were slain by their own creation because of greed, we didn't learn the lesson.