#gluttony ; thread

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@xprodigium

    “My darling, my sweetie pie, my honey bunches of oats. How long has it been? A century? Maybe two?”

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@sharedsoul / kindness

     “I need your help finding a job.” 

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@misskringle​

“Work is killing me slowly. I need to drown myself in wine. Join me?” 

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@xprodigium

“---Are you hungry, young one?” Gluttony cannot contain his excitement. A new vampire, a creation of his very own, has entered the world. He wants to look at her, to touch her. Without fear, he reaches up and brushes a thumb over her cold cheek. 

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@amockeryofeverythingdivine

Gluttony could smell him before he even entered the room and she waited ever so patiently, buzzing in her anticipation. The second he passed through the door she pounced, clinging onto his back like a giddy child. 

       “---What brings you here?” She purred, nipping at his ear. 

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@catchthatregenerator

No one, not even Her Majesty, questioned the torturer’s methods. In fact, few visited the tower, sending commands through letters rather than verbal word. They feared the place, thought it reeked of Hell and its bloody ashes. They believed something evil lurked behind those wooden doors. 

They were not wrong. 

A sin, born from the fire yet embodied in this physical world, took it upon himself to make a home in the tower. Rather, a nest. His meals were easy to come by, delivered to him on a silver platter where he could do as he pleased without consequence. They screamed, they begged, but they were given no mercy. All the sin had to do was wear the face of a tormentor, a man hired to extract information and to punish, and he would have all he desired. 

The latest victim stopped breathing hours ago, his mangled body still strapped to the table. Torn from his grey skin were his entrails, his belly split down the middle, ready for the taking. The sin, Gluttony, licked the fresh blood from his lips, bits of stomach lining still caught between his fingers. He shuddered, his body demanding more and more... 

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@misskringle

“Have a glass of wine with me? My date never showed up.” The sin speaks complete and utter bullshit, but baiting always came with a thrill she just can’t resist. To further the act, she juts out her lip, lays on the kicked puppy dog look. A classic. 

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@avariiitia

It’s best if one doesn’t ask how he broke into her home, much less how he made his way into her room and lounged on those expensive sheets - that’s his little secret. Yet here the sin sits, crossed-legged on her bed, munching on a box of chocolates he had brought along for the trip. 

When the door clicks open, his grin stretches across his face. 

                “Knock knock,” calls out his sing-song voice.