A Chronometric Defect

Ahh, another delicious meal. Perhaps not a particularly large one, but a meal nonetheless. Every meal is a deserving meal, a desirous meal, even if it's small or...

"Who am I kidding. Gluttony desires endless food, not a small smattering! I shall eat MORE! You damn dragon; you'll PAY for this. I will infiltrate EVERYONE—"

Oh. I can't seem to attack him.

"— else around you. Damnit."

I fume in frustration for a moment.

No. No, Wrath. Go away.

"You puny little dragon. Your Will has somehow grown too strong for me to infiltrate, and now locate, both of which I cannot for the LIFE of me understand. Your life, on the other hand, shall soon be NOTHING but a struggle to keep everyone in your pathetic clan from gnawing their own appendages off. Your life's worst nightmare begins now."

I drop my Will into my sin. Yes, this is how it should be. You all, you desire food, don't you? It's normal, isn't it? But you want more. It's never enough. It can never BE enough. This, I have decided! Thus, all shall bend accordingly.

My sin, Gluttony, drops bits of my Will into thousands, millions, billions of creatures. All of them living upon this tasty little planet. A planet which you refuse to consume. But you must! When all life is gone, what reason shall hold you back? And then, at your darkest moment— I will be there...

To remind you.

That you hunger.

For more.

Ah, the only thing I love more than fancy words.

I engulf another flesh blob.

*smek*

*klomp*

*kkrrrrnch*

I've used a tiny but decent fraction of my Will. Still, other sins don't dare do this, because it destroys the 'livestock.' I do this, and I do it a lot. Don't you understand why you all are weaker than me? It's because I hunger. It's because I AM hunger. Hunger is who I've become.

Especially you, Temperance. You utter fool.

I wave my tentacle, then grab at another hunk of meat. It slides into one of my many maws. Ah, sustenance. Exactly what every being needs. And, they always need more of it! Now, all I must do is wait. Wait? No, I shall eat.

*crrrnch*

*chomp*

*slop*

*skkkrrr*

*chomp-ke*

*KRRnch*

*crak-chomp*

*klak*

*grrrrnd*

*skrrettter*

*gulp*

*krrthok*

*krrrnch*

You know, I'll never understand why the others won't eat these. Yes, they're blackened, and yes, they're a bit chewy, but undead flesh golems really are the best. The rot adds so much extra flavor.

Honestly, some people and their so-called 'tastes.' Insulting. Insulting, I say!

Taste? If it's edible, it must be tasty. Anything is edible if you try hard enough! Heck, that dragon ate a damn nation. Not the people, oh no, the cities and much of the land laying beneath. So much delicious food.

I was so excited! So, SO excited! A new glutton with whom I might discuss the fineries of whether flesh golems or flesh mimics are the superior delicacy. Granted, he obviously couldn't taste what he was eating at first, but then he went and grew a giant maw on his body! Surely, to help him savor his meals. I was ecstatic! Absolutely ecstatic. I usually have to convince my followers that more maws are better, never mind them proactively growing a giant one!

I didn't even suggest a little one yet!

Yet it was that same happy circumstance which tripped up our burgeoning relationship. Made him, perhaps mistakenly, reject me. I was far too weak to say otherwise, as he hadn't yet used that excellent maw of his so I could grow deeper into his Will. I couldn't refuse even his passing rejection.

I'm sure Justice, Greed, and Pride are all enjoying that damn dragon right now. Probably taunting him because he can't get them out. Well, look who's gonna be taunting who. I'll destroy your whole damn clan, you toothy dra—

AAAAAGAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG

WHAT?!

AAHHHHHHHHHH

GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS FOOD?!

GRRRAAHAHSHHHHHHHHHH

VVVVVVAAAAAAA

WHAT IS HE DOING?!