There was a corridor, in a place that no one could reach.
In this corridor was a table, piled high with every kind of food that had ever existed. A feast of gods.
A pale man watched over the feast, even though it was not his. Called a pale man, even though he was certainly not a man.
As he guarded a feast he could not eat, he would sleep until someone disturbed the wealth before him. And as he dreamed he would dream of a place where there was no hunger, because, sitting there, he could never be satisfied.
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A/N: ...Because I can.
I really just wanted to show the guy some love, he's an amazing character.