Senseless hunger...
Relentless hunger...
Gnawing hunger...
Maddening hanger...
To crave over and over again without end. Indulging one's desires without the slightest restraint until everything becomes excess - that is the essence of [Gluttony]. It is excess until the sinner expires. A parasite that drives anyone to a madness to fill their appetite. To grow only to decay - that is how it is in simple terms. Over and over again until the body, heart, and mind of a fragile being simply crumbles from the unsated hunger.
(A dream...?)
A voice whispers. Not human yet human. It feels human, but the deepest instinct screams of something...someone repulsive.
(...!)
There's an indescribable sensation. Veins and muscles are tearing, bones cracking, skin sizzling, and flesh being twisted. Beyond all of that is a putrid abomination that's a grotesque amalgamation - excess and overindulgence.
...
There is so much that it begins to pile up, leaving a mountain of organic waste where flies, rats, and maggots begin to swarm. Pests scavenge among the mountains of excess, but [Gluttony] revels in the overabundance.
"Don't you wish for more? How about setting your curiosity towards...humans"
[Greed] relishes in overabundance. Two sins who continue to crave and seek without reason. They are a capricious being who primarily desires to take ownership and strip everything for themselves.
"Why don't you explore more? Humans are our meals, but they are also our source of amusement. Before we ravage this timeline clean, we have the right to enjoy ourselves"
Multiple hands squeeze and twitch. [Greed] themselves are impulsive, selfish, cunning, and a natural liar. They turn their attention to the world of humans brimming with life and resources, at least brimming for now.
"A fresh perspective should do. Instead of continue living in your eyes, how about take on a new outfit?"
Multiple pair of hands excitedly rub in perfect synchrony. They are excited themselves and rather impatient about it. A new opportunity is presenting itself right before them. Ever the opportunistic one, [Greed] can never ignore a new form of entertainment right before them.
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[Gluttony] blankly stares at a mangled body of a battleship covered in blood. Despite the severe injuries, namely the blood loss that will likely lead to inevitable death, the battleship musters what little strength she has and coughs up blood.
"..."
A pair of icy blue eyes that appear distant and callous yet gentle and kind stare right at the multiple pair of red eyes above her.
"..."
The body is barely standing and barely breathing. To the behemoth with an insatiable appetite, the kansen isn't even suitable to be a snack. One mutilated battleship who's coughing up blood and heavily breathing is deemed unworthy of being seen as "food".
Tasteless.
Pitiful.
Fleeting.
Underwhelming.
Those eyes aren't completely dead...yet. To the behemoth, the half-dead battleship beneath them is nothing but wasted morsel.
[What you need is the perspective of others]
[Inferior as they are, they have their uses]
[Explore your palate, my dear friend]
[Your meal is right in front of you. Ripe for the picking]
The words of the avaricious rings in their thoughts. The offer is enticing and highly tempting.
(I'm starving)
Their mouth waters. Boiling red liquid drops from the mouth from their face and stomach.
Hungry. So hungry.
More. Want more.
It's maddening. Their insides feel like they've been knotted, twisted, stretched. Their throat burns, and their tongue sizzles. It's an itch - an obsession that can never be fulfilled.
A morsel is a morsel...
They stretch their maw wide open as they lean closer. Countless pale hands coated in glistening red mucus slowly stretch towards that half-dead battleship. Fingers twitch and curl at the sheer excitement of a new morsel to be helplessly served on a plate.
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...
It feels like a neverending nightmare. Thorns prickle and shred her insides. The acid on their stomach feels like it's bursting and corroding all of their organs.
(...)
Tirpitz couldn't breath or move while darkness continues to encroach on her.
[It's not enough! Never enough!]
A demanding voice causes a maddening headache for Tirpitz. It's from a strong perverted enjoyment of never being satisfied and relentlessly increasing their demands. The more they bite, chew, and swallow, the hungrier they become.
"...!"
Tirpitz silently gasps open for air when she nearly feels a pair of large hands with sharp claws are about to squeeze her.
"Good morning, Lady Tirpitz!" U556 excitedly jumps out her chair
"U-556...?" Tirpitz slowly blinks in confusion
A moment passes and Tirpitz scans her surroundings. It's a clean white room with little furnishings. One glance and Tirpitz realizes she's in the base's infirmary.
"What...how..." Tirpitz winces and groans in pain
"Please don't push yourself. You were out for two days!" U-556 hurriedly goes to her side
"I was asleep...that long?"
"Don't you remember? You were on the verge of death when you ran back to aid lord Bismarck against Beelzebub"
"..."
The mere mention of "Beelzebub" sends a chill down Tirpitz's spine. She slightly trembles when the image of the behemoth with unhinged jaws flashes in her mind.
"My mind is a bit hazy, but I remember...seeing so much blood...my own blood. I felt like I was being torn apart and my insides were eaten..."
Tirpitz lightly touches the left side of her neck with the tips of her fingers. She brushes her gloved hand across her neck, imagining jagged teeth sinking in her skin and tearing her throat.
"How did I survive...?" Tirpitz weakly asks
"Lord Bismarck used all of her strength to drag herself and you to safety. We were scared since you weren't breathing!" U-556 sobs
"I might have passed out from my injuries. I don't remember anything after I refused to retreat"
"Your body was horribly mangled! Neumark did everything she could, a-and we nearly thought you were gone for good"
"..."
Tirpitz's thoughts drift away for a few seconds. She's haunted by the mere dread of the behemoth breathing on her neck. Incoherent whispers and echoing laughter ring in her ears. They're barely audible, but she still finds it somewhat annoying.
"A-anyhow! Lord Bismarck will be glad to know that you're finally awake!" U-556 excitedly throws her arms in the air
"..."
"Please rest for the time being, Lady Tirpitz. I need to immediately report to Lord Bismarck!"
"...I'll do that" Tirpitz feels her fingers lightly twitch
A few seconds later and the energetic U-boat hurriedly rushes out of the room, leaving Tirpitz alone with her thoughts.
"..."
With little hesitation, Tirpitz puts the side of her left index finger on her mouth and slowly bites. Her calm icy blue eyes briefly flash a bright red color, almost feral and savage.
"...!"
The incoherent and barely audible whispers grow louder until her teeth pierced her skin, drawing and spilling a bit of her blood.
What's happening to me...?
