The Second Coming Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

“I don’t know any names from the beginning of time! I’m just a baker from a small town!” “You’re an Avery,” the moth hissed. “And hunger didn’t start up in the stars. It started in a kitchen. It started with a man who wanted more than his share.” Suddenly, the purple page in the Golden Book started to bleed. Dark ink dripped onto the dry grass, eating a hole in the ground. But it wasn’t dirt and roots—it looked like a shattered TV screen, flickering and wrong. “If you stay, the cold will take you too,” the moth warned. “The universe’s Great Oven is cooling down. When the fire dies, the world shatters like glass. Dante will turn to dust. Your mother’s Earth will break apart.”

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

But there is still much work to be done, and the journey continues. Returning to the festivities, I immerse myself once again in the vibrant tapestry of celebration. The night wears on, a symphony of laughter and song echoing through the campsite. In this moment, surrounded by my pack, Princess Golder by my side, I am filled with a profound sense of gratitude. For as long as the night lasts, we will revel in the joy of this newfound unity, drawing strength from one another. The feast will continue, the wine will flow, and together, we will face whatever challenges the future holds.

She was still just a child. Naturally, Vincent understood the meaning behind my words. His composure crumbled, and he buried his face in his hands, sobbing. "I regret it. I regret everything!" he wailed. "I never suspected the people around me would betray me. I didn't know Christine had ulterior motives when she got close to me. "Grace, I truly regret it. You were the only one who treated me sincerely. I was a fool not to cherish you." I sighed softly as I watched him crumble. He had finally learned his lesson, but it was far too late.

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!”

I walked out of the restaurant with a secret smile, feeling his cum slowly dripping down my leg as I headed home. I was no longer just a regular. I was addicted.

One only needed to tell her that sweets were being served and she would go to the end of the world for them. She sat on a distant table gobbling on the cupcake looking here and there. “I see you like sweets as well.” Malek was startled on the voice. She looked at the side to see an affectionate looking old man smiling at her. “Oh yes, these are my second love after my parents.” Malek shone a smile on him. The old man chuckled.

Gluttony laughed and was about to grab Shane by the collar when a war axe suddenly cam flying towards his direction. "That angel," He muttered under his breath and then dashed into the sky. In just a minute after Gluttony left, Shane received a punched from Damien on the back of his head which almost made him throw his brain up. "Do you have a fucking death wish, Shane?" Damien asked unbelievably. Shane shrugged. He was about to return Damien's punch when the atmosphere suddenly turned heavier. From the other side of the Mystic Ring was another batch of thousands of angels coming to back up their comrades and on the other side are another horde of demons being lead by one of the seven rulers

the man stammered, his voice barely audible. Gluttony's smile widened. "Oh, you should. After all, you wouldn't want to make me angry." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Or worse, disappoint me." The beggar's resolve crumbled instantly. "It's—it's down the main street," he blurted out, pointing a shaking finger. "The Golden Hearth. Can't miss it. Big sign, lanterns everywhere." "Good man," Gluttony purred, flipping the coin into the beggar's bowl. The man grabbed it with trembling hands, his relief short-lived as Gluttony leaned in again.

Raia's anxiety doubled as Glutton suddenly removed his clothing and revealed his bloodied body. "I've been itching for blood, Raia... I wanted to taste you. I wanted to taste June! And now...I wanted to taste Ryota-kun," he said with a grin. He seemed like a psychopath gone mad. Raia's fear intensified as Glutton suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind him.