Gormand was thrown into a dark room without any windows, nor even a torch to light the filthy cell.

Weak from hunger and terrified, the slavemaster stood above him with crossed arms.

"The meat we produce here is not for the consumption of people, you know. It is a product. A product. Do you understand what the regulations within the city say regarding the production of meat?"

Closing his eyes with a chuckle, the slavemaster nodded his head.

"Of course you don't. You're nothing more than a slave. You know nothing of society nor it's rules. Why? Because you are nothing more than a filthy dog."

Reeling his whip, the man began to beat Gormand.

Crack!

His body was filled with pain as the man began to whip him continuously while he spoke.

"No..... to call you a dog is not even fitting. Do you know why? The reason that meat is produced..... it is for feeding the dogs. Do you understand? No.... surely you are too dumb to understand. So I will spell it out for you."

Ceasing his whipping, the man came closer to the shivering boy who was now covered in lacerations, with blood dripping from his many wounds.

"You are not even deserving of the meat which is produced for the dogs."

The man brought his face close to that of Gormand, staring at the child with furious eyes.

"You have decreased my profit margin by sullying my products. Bite by bite, you have contaminated them with your filth. And you didn't even bother to finish them off? You merely took a bite out of each and every one of them!! Did you think nobody would notice!?!?!? Are you truly that stupid!?!?!?"

Grabbing the cheeks of Gormand, the man threw the boy to the side, slamming his head into the stone wall and causing blood to drip from his head.

"I..... I'm sorry..... I..... was starving....."

"Do you think I care if you were starving? You are a slave. Slaves are supposed to work. Without. Complaint. Do you know what happens to slaves who complain? Do you know what happens to slaves who 'get hungry'? EH!?"

Kicking the boy in the stomach, the man frowned with anger as he shouted.

"How can you be hungry with such a small stomach, eh!? It must be full from all that meat you ate just now, right!?!? Was it good!?!? Hah!? Was it delicious!?!? Was it worth it!?!?!?"

Furiously laying into the now crying boy, the slavemaster did not stop his torment.

"Slaves don't get hungry! Do you know why!? Because if a slave get's hungry, then they've already died of hunger!!!! You are not allowed to be hungry! Until you've starved to death, hunger is something which does not exist!!!! Your fingers should keep moving, your hands should keep on working, no matter what your stomach feels!!!! And above all, your mouth should be kept CLOSED!"

The man was now sweating and panting after his rant, taking a moment to catch his own breath.

"I.... urgh.... un....."

The boy sniffled as he tried to lift himself, falling to the ground in pain.

"There are regulations to the production of meat which the citizens of this city are to consume. What a gold mine it was when I found a loophole to such a system..... by producing meat to be consumed by the very carnivores we keep as pets! Without concern I have found out a way to make a tidy profit while mass producing this meat without the slightest concern for what goes into it. After all..... it is for dogs to consume. Yet..... you have gone so far as to take that which was not yours to consume. Truly..... a gluttonous pig."

It was then that the closed cell door opened and in walked a number of slaves, pushing a large cart.

On the cart were an insane number of cubes of meat.

Each cube was about an entire cubic foot, and there were roughly 80 of them- all of which had some meat ripped off from a corner or the side.

It was disgusting. One could see feces, fingernails, hair, cartilage, and all other forms of insanitary filth within each cube of meat.

"We've done as you ordered..... we collected all the cubes which have been touched by the boy.", one slave stated timidly.

"I see. Now get back to work."

The slaves rushed off, immediately heading back to continue their work as the man pulled the cart into the cell.

"Now then... if you are so hungry boy, then eat."

Gormand looked up to the man as the slavemaster grabbed a chunk of the meat with his hand, shoving it into the mouth of the boy forcefully.

"Eat."

Having the filthy product shoved into his mouth, Gormand bit the meat, chewing and swallowing with tears in his eyes.

"Was it good?"

"It..... was."

Responding with a squeak, Gormand managed to get the horrible substance down.

"Then... eat it all."

It was then that the man began to take off piece after piece, shoving it into the mouth of Gormand.

The boy ate and ate, forced to do as the slavemaster ordered. He choked down the disgusting food until he was full and could not eat any more.

"What's wrong? You haven't even finished a single cube and you're already full!?!? EH!?!?! You contaminated 80 products and yet you can't even finish a single one!?!?!?"

Grabbing more meat and shoving it down the throat of the boy, Gormand began to gag before he threw up.

"EH!?!?!? You can't even stomach that much!?!?! Come on!!!"

The man grabbed the face of the boy, sticking it into his own puke.

"Eat that too, why don't you???? Don't waste any more, boy!!"

Gormand was beyond sickened.

Nauseous didn't even begin to describe the disgust he currently felt.

He was repulsed.

"W....why..."

"Why!?!?! Why because if you don't eat it, you'll be wasting it!!!! Don't you know that there are starving people out there working hard while you're FEASTING in here!?!?!?!"

As he slid the boy's face around in his own bile, the man grabbed some more meat, continuing to force it into the boys mouth.

Gormand wanted to scream out, telling the man to stop, yet he could not.

He gagged, he threw up, and he was forcefed all over again.

'Ugh..... why..... why..... why...'

'Stop..... stop this.... I don't..... urgh.... want to eat any more.....'

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'Ugh!!! Stop!!!! Stop!!!!!'

After hours of the horrible torment, the man finally decided to take his leave, taking the cart with him and leaving the boy in his puke filled cell.

'Why.... why..... why..... WHY!?!?!?!?'

Eyes wide with madness, Gormand grit his teeth as the man left.

'I hate you.... I hate you..... I'll... grr.....'

Unable to make any coherent thoughts, he lowered his head as he threw up one last time.

"Blergh!!!!!"

The door closed and Gormand was left alone in his cell, fluid dripping from his mouth.

'I... never want to eat anything ever again.'

----

Gormand was left in that puke filled room alone.

Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks.

The first few days he was so disgusted with eating that he never wanted to eat anything ever again.

As the days passed however, he became hungry and thirsty.

His own puke began to rot on the ground, but overcome with his own thirst he decided to try and drink it off the ground.

It was disgusting.

It was horrible.

Yet it was all he had.

In order to keep himself from dying of thirst, he drank his own puke right off the floor, slurping it up as if his mouth were a straw.

Days continued passing and eventually Gormand became excessively hungry.

Dripping from the ceiling there was a leaky pipe, which he began to sit under with his mouth open, allowing the water to fall into his mouth as he did nothing.

He exerted no energy.

Yet even if his thirst had been satisfied by the filthy water, his hunger remained unquenched.

"I'm..... so..... hungry..."

Holding his stomach, he was unable to even cry as there was not enough water in his body for tears to form.

He wanted to scream out in the pain, but he did not for it would require too much energy.

"I..... want.... to eat..... something...."

Grimacing in torment, the boy was left to struggle for what seemed like an eternity.

"Agh..... I..... want to eat....."

"I'll..... I'll..."

Little by little, the boy began to go mad.

"Hahahahaha.... I don't need to eat... ahahahahah..."

Holding his head in anguish he smiled with insanity.

"Ah!!!!! There was something right here all along!!!! AHAHAHAH!!!!!"

Taking a bite out of his own hand, he bit off his own finger.

Crunching down on the delicacy, the boy feasted on one after the other.

"Delicious.... mmm...."

One by one he ate each and every one of his fingers.

Soon enough, these fingers turned to his hands, then his arms, then his toes.

He was now armless after consuming his own body to such an extent, bones and all.

Soon enough he would have eaten his own feet.

"AHAHAHA!!!!!! DELICIOUS!!!! AHAHAHA!!!! IT TASTES SO GOOD!!!!!!"

Shouting out to himself, the boy delved into insanity, satisfying his own hunger in a way which was unthinkable.

"What on earth is going on in here!?!? How are you still even ali-"

The slavemaster burst into the room, filled with blood, feces, urine, bile, and all other sorts of filth to see the horrid creature which remained.

Biting into his own foot and chewing on it was something which could barely even be described as a dragonic demon.

"Wha....."

The boy merely snickered as he ripped off a piece of his own foot, chewing it and swallowing in front of the man.

"You..... monster."

The door was shut and locked quickly, the man hiding behind it from the creature which he had left there.

"I'm never opening this door again."

However, as the man stood there with his back to the locked door, he heard a clicking sound.

The door opened by some magical force and standing on his two deformed feet, the creature was now walking towards him.

"Agh!!!!! Get away from me!!!!"

The man stumbled back, however the creature quickly lunged forward- taking a bite out of the face of the man, skull and all.

Crunching bones in his mouth, the man screamed in horror and pain as the boy feasted on him.

"Delicious....."

"Agh!!!!!"

The boy then began to consume each and every bit of the man, starting at the neck and moving his way down.

The man shouted in torment as he was eaten alive by this armless creature who could barely even stand on his mutilated two feet.

"AGH!!!!!!!!!"

However soon those cries died down.

The boy consumed every last bit of the man down to the bones, so that not a single piece was wasted.

Licking his lips after licking the ground clean, the boy thrusted himself up, walking on his deformed feet towards the exit.

"Not sure why..... but looks like I'm supposed to go to that crystal..... hahaha....."

As he stumbled off the boy chuckled to himself.

"Now that was a high class meal."

----

The boy ran away from the factory until coming to a certain field filled with ultraviolet stones which produced energy for the plants despite the lack of sunlight in the city of Merphol. Surrounding him were cornstalks which he toppled through, opening up to a circular clearing.

Inside this clearing was an orange gem.

[You have fulfilled the conditions to become my host. What do you wish for?]

"I..... would like to eat... everything."

Grinning, the boy licked his lips as he responded.

"I would like to try every dish out there..... I would like to have chefs..... preparing as much food for me as possible, at all times of the day. I want to be able to eat the fanciest meals and the cheapest low class rations. I want to eat anything any everything... I want..... to be satisfied."

[Understood.]

At that moment the arms of the boy were healed. His toes and feet were back to new, and his muscles grew immensely.

His mind became clearer than ever before, and he smiled.

"I'll..... consume everything."

----

"There was a strange incident a long time ago where almost all the crops mysteriously disappeared.... the plants were covered in bite marks, and many livestock simply vanished without a trace. It was tremendously difficult for the city as a whole to recuperate from the event..... don't tell me..... that was you?"

"Ah, yeah. That was me."

Gormand admitted his own actions with a smile as the man known as his chef questioned him.

"Eh..... I can't believe it..."

"Well you know, I was pretty hungry. I had gone.... a month? Yeah, somewhere around there. I went around a month eating nothing but myself."

"Are you stupid? It's obvious that when you became the Host of Gluttony that a void opened up in your stomach."

Lazily commenting, Apathia looked up with a single eye opened.

"Haha! I guess that's right. There was the time before that where I was forced to eat so much that I threw up over and over. I never really thought about it- but I haven't been full since then."

"You know that's a really messed up story. It's amazing how you can just laugh it off like that."

"Well it was pretty terrible when it happened. I thought I was really going to lose my mind. You already know how I felt, Apathia."

The two bantered back and forth as if peacefully chatting as the army of dragonic demons flew through the darkened skies.

With a sigh, Gormand thinned his eyes.

"I think I might have if I didn't meet you."

Apathia showed no reaction, merely shrugging it off.

"Er..... what exactly happened after that?", the chef asked.

"Ah, well I began wandering through the upper level of the city after that. I went from house to house and cleaned out their fridges..... scared a whole lot of people..... I went to restaurants too and made them cook for me. Eventually I made my way to the castle and found this girl lying on the floor."

----

With a chicken leg in one hand and a platter on his shoulders, the young yet now well built Gormand burst into the central castle on the upper level of Merphol.

"Mmm..... wonder who lives here? They probably got some good food..... nom....."

As he entered, he saw a young dragonic girl laying with her arms spread out like a snow angel.

Her scales were pink and her hair was lime green, covering her entire face as she lay there as still as a statue.

"Hmm..... a person, eh? I've already eaten one..... but I think this one is female..... so I guess I'll try it out."

Walking over to the woman, Gormand crouched down and opened his mouth to take a bite out of her head.

To which he was met with a fist to the face.

Gormand was sent flying into the air, crashing through multiple layers of ceiling before falling back down from a height of 100 meters.

Landing in explosive manner next to the woman who had punched him, he looked over to see that she had barely moved from her position, and had not even bothered to open her eyes.

"Ugh..... what the... AGH!! My food!!!!"

Noticing that his own food had been splattered all over, Gormand stood up in a rage.

"How dare you spill all my food! I just took all that time to-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! I'm trying to sleep!!!!"

The girl did not move a single muscle aside from her mouth and eyes as she glared at him, giving him a horrible evil eye through her parted hair.

"Eh? Sleep? And I was trying to eat-"

"So you're not gonna let me rest, eh?"

The girl stood up, planting her hand on the face of Gormand and shoving him to the ground with immense force. The ground already had a small crater in it, but this now shattered to become an entire tunnel as he was thrown through the ground.

The girl then dropped to the ground, closing her eyes once more as she breathed lightly.

"Oi oi oi... I went through all that trouble to escape the slavemaster and come all the way here and I can't even eat anything..... I even got promoted to the Host of Gluttony....."

Flying out of the carved hole, Gormand shook off all the rubble.

"Slave.... master?"

The girl muttered these two words, glaring at Gormand with the slightest bit of interest, though not even bothering to lift her head as if it were too much effort.

"Yeah..... I had a real tough time-"

"You're a Host as well?"

As the girl asked this, Gormand's eyes went wide.

"As well?"

"Mmmhmm....."

The girl then laid herself back down, keeping one eye focused on Gormand as she closed the other.

It was then that Gormand felt something.

A connection.

He was connected with this girl somehow.

There was a likeness.

"You..... you've been through a lot too, haven't you?"

The girl remained quiet, turning over with a saddened smile.

"I..... just want to relax."

"Hey, come on. I.... I'm not sure why I know..... but I just got a real weird feeling. Is it because I'm a Host of Sin now? And you are too? It's like..... I can almost understand your emotions or something....."

"Be quiet. I'm trying to sleep."

On walking around the girl, Gormand could see tears forming in her eyes as she lay there.

"I... really just want to rest.", she murmured.

At this, Gormand sat down next to the girl.

He didn't know why, but he placed his hand on her head, then brought his finger over to wipe her tears.

"That sounds pretty good."

"You..... were a slave too?"

Gormand nodded to the girls question as she looked to him.

"I was."

"You..... were treated like shit too?"

Gormand nodded.

"I was."

The girl now spoke in a squeaking tone, holding in her emotions.

"You..... were driven to madness too?"

At this, Gormand smiled and laughed bitterly, holding his forehead in anguish as a pained expression came across his face.

"I was."