The Second Coming Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

“You are rare.” My mother’s hand flies to her mouth. My father stiffens beside me. “The Second Mark exists to restore balance,” the Alpha King continues. “But it comes at a cost.” My heart pounds loudly in my ears. “What kind of cost?” “Pain. Conflict. Bloodshed.” The words hit hard. “If the bond is rejected,” he says, looking directly at me, “it will rot. And that rot will spread—to your wolf, your pack, and eventually the realm.”

I spread my legs, standing tall and locked eyes with the Devil, then I pushed into his mind. It was a nightmare. No, it was beyond the worst, horrific nightmare I could have ever conjured up. Bodies writhed before my eyes, their mouths opened in silent screams as they suffered eternal hell, their sins displayed on their bodies. Gluttony, the man was huge, rolls of fat making it impossible for him to move, he struggled to breathe, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the flames. Sloth, another man, his eyes struggling to stay open, draped in dirty clothes, dirty bedding, the floor around him piled with rotting rubbish, he was drowning in split bin bags, rubbish building up around him.

Which resulted in severe casualties. Looking at the man now brought up all the anger that had disappeared a shichen ago back to the present. Right now he did not need to hold back. He could not be held accountable for taking a rat's life. He's doing it for the good of the city, and the emperor. But mostly for himself. To forget what had happened with that girl. He hoped he would meet the girl to take her life. She didn't value it well.

“Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.” My eyes fluttered open, the agony ebbing away. The arch of my back loosened, my legs no longer trembling. I could finally breathe. I pushed to my feet, testing my weight, and managed a smile. “Thank you.” Gluttony rolled his eyes. “Don’t thank me. It’s just the privilege of being the heir. I wouldn’t lift a finger for anyone else.” We spoke a little longer before one by one they slipped back into the shadows, leaving only Envy and Lust behind. Lust was already drifting toward sleep, his pout still on his lips.

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.

"Xin Ran, you were reborn for a reason." The goddess' voice was soft and emotional as if her death had brought the goddess some pain. With pain emitting all over her body, she relived a memory she thought she had forgotten. Images of a battlefield appeared in her mind. She saw her own corpse, and a man loomed over her. His eyes were crestfallen and dark, the aura of death.

Orith protested as the two looked as though their about to make out. *** In hell. “It’s time to start our plans of destroying humanity. Now that the anti-christ has shown himself. We should let him lead an army of his own.” said the lord of flies. None other than Beelzebub. One of the seven princes of hell. He is the one responsible for spreading disease and pestilence on earth. He is also known to possess the sin of gluttony.

Seeing their intense reaction, Gluttony chuckled and said, “My encounter with him was five hundred years ago. Although it was due to him that I was eventually suppressed, I’ve never blamed him. On the contrary, I admire him a lot.” A glint flashed in Gluttony’s eyes. “In fact, I look forward to meeting him again so we can have another battle!” Andrius was slightly stunned to hear the admiration in Gluttony’s voice. Gluttony’s gaze fell back on Andrius. “Furthermore, there’s a trace of his aura on you, indicating that you’re his descendant. So, I won’t make things difficult for you.” Upon hearing that, Andrius and the others finally relaxed a little.

He did not bite those words and invitations and simply moved forward to the third layer. In the third circle, the gluttonous wallow in a vile, putrid slush produced by a ceaseless, foul, icy rain – "a great storm of putrefaction" – as punishment for subjecting their reason to a voracious appetite. The gluttons grovel in the mud by themselves, sightless and heedless of their neighbors, symbolizing the cold, selfish, and empty sensuality of their lives. Just as lust has discovered its actual nature withinside the winds of the preceding circle, right here the slush famous the actual nature of sensuality – which incorporates now no longer simplest overindulgence in food and drinks however additi

“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."