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gula – gluttony
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Well, why shouldn't he live in luxury?
He deserved it for surviving—nay, practically ruling—the streets of Cerbera, Charade on Thantos.
Kill or be killed, steal or be stolen from, exploit or be exploited: all this and more were the laws of Cerbera.
Behemos' life, from birth to the leading the Basilisk Cross, would have broken other men.
But he...he had succeeded.
He felt no empathy with the families on the blocks that he ruled, the ones that he extorted money from at whim or threatened when he had to. Why should he? When his own family had been stolen from, when an uncle of his had been murdered in cold blood, no one else had cared. There had simply been no point to it.
He had seen the good life when he had been on the outside, and he had resolved to live it one day.
Now he did.
The best, the biggest, the most dangerous—he owned as much of it as he could get his hands on, though legit means or otherwise.
After all the shit he went through to get to the top, he damn well deserved the good life.
And no upstart dark-haired pretty boy from the Obsidian Phoenix was going to take that away from him.