Second Coming Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

Present Thomas releases a sigh as the memory comes to an end. He couldn't believe how things had changed in just a few months. He takes a drag of his cigarette and gulped his drink. Melina melted the ice around his heart months ago. Now that ice has refrozen and is colder than ever. She caged all the demons that lived inside him while they were together. Since the day he learned about her betrayal, they've been set free. The monsters inside of him are hungry and in need of something to satisfy their urges. Thomas puts out his cigarette in the ashtray and stands. He walks out of his office and heads upstairs to visit the food his demons crave to devour.

“Your memories… they’re back?” Gluttony shrugged, biting into the burger again. “Yep. Vacation’s over.” He gestured to the battlefield. “And damn, you all throw the best parties.” The Sins stared at him. Greed cursed. Lust rolled her eyes. Pride smirked. Sloth blinked slowly, unimpressed. Lilith just smiled. Gluttony stretched, bones cracking. “Alright, kiddies. Let’s clean up this mess before master and his mate which I just heard of, comes back from hell."

The two beings observed each other in silence in the dark, the light of their eyes testifying to their presence. "I see, so you're the reason there are many people in one body?" "To be precise, it's about efficiency. We are Greed, so we take whatever interests us, in this case, it's about skill. But unlike another Sin you know, we don't just take the skill, we take the technique, we take the most we can get." "Another sin? You mean gluttony?" "See? You know more than your looks, Gluttony only takes skills indifferently, we call it being stupid, but in our case, we learn to use them thanks to one of the wonderful blessings of Greed."

"Yeah! You left without saying a word, too! What, were you too good for us?" I’d experienced some of these trust-fund kids' ways of tormenting people before. They would never give up until they got what they wanted. I more or less understood why they had called me here. They were holding a welcome-home banquet for Stewart, so of course they had to summon me, the substitute, to be humiliated. Now that the real deal was back, they knew that my days by Evie's side were numbered. And so, everyone looked down on me even further.

Until he saw her. "The gods have one law above all others: thou shalt not love what is made of dust. For dust returns to void. And when it does, it takes a piece of the divine with it — and gods were not made to feel that kind of absence." •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

For a long while, we simply held each other without moving. The tenderness between us stretched on until the sky outside began to darken. Eventually, Seville carried my now very hungry self into the kitchen to find something to eat. The elderly maid who had raised him scolded him furiously for the first time I had ever seen. “The Madam is pregnant! How could you let her go hungry like that? Even intimacy has to be in moderation!”

Traveling above, feeding his army, and waiting for the great battle that never ensued. He had spent forever waiting. He had spent forever planning. He had created an opportunity for demons to take over the earth and now Lucifer would be the one to steal his glory. When his army claimed victory there would be an opportunity for a second leader, a demon to rule Hell’s second dimension, and Melloch had been savoring the idea, relishing the moment he would be crowned the second prince. Now that honor would go to Lucifer.

“It will come for the mark itself. Not the people around it. The mark directly.” The kitchen was completely still. “What does that mean?” Jax said. Grace looked at him. “The second wave doesn’t introduce reasonable thoughts,” she said. “It introduces direct challenges. Formal ones. Legal, political, institutional.” She paused. “The 1887 cycle — the first wave was the manufactured doubt in the community. The second wave was the Hollow Council.” She looked at me. “The Council was the Contraction’s second wave.” I sat with that. The Council had not been the origin. It had been the shape the Contraction took when the first wave failed.

They had expected a sacrifice, not a revolution. "You want to eat?" I screamed, my eyes glowing so bright they were like twin suns. I began to walk toward the stairs, the gold fire parting before me like a loyal army. "Then eat this! Eat the fire of every person you ever discarded! Eat the rage of every glitch you tried to delete!"

Because God forgives but I don’t. “No matter how grave it is?” she asked again. I paused, gazing at her. I sighed. “Yes, no matter how much weight that sin carries, He does.” “I hope so.” She cried. Cry? She was acting weird. But that had to be what she would have to worry about because we would not be seeing each other again. My best friend couldn’t be my enemy’s daughter. How would people see me if they heard the story? Would I even be happy with myself, talk more of my two angels in heaven? Nora was such a great friend and person, but going against my ethics would mess everything up. I shouldn’t. I couldn’t.