Daphne's Hound - Stage 2 of 2*
Alswesa began to notice that I never touched my food after the final job with the farmer. My owner used to bring me to the doctor whenever I swallowed something I shouldn't have, those visits were evermore vain as my stomach always broke down whatever I ate instantaneously; now my owner was bringing me to the doctor to figure out why I wasn't eating at all, those visits were also in vain as the problem lied within my mind rather my body.
To prevent these frivolous visits to the doctor and needless worrying from my owner, I started to practice regurgitating on command. That way I could eat so my owner wouldn't worry, then I could regurgitate what I had eaten while his watchful eye was no longer looking.
Regurgitating on command took me long to master. Knowing that I had no intentions of re-consuming what's been regurgitated, my body's Gluttony fought to keep what I've consumed down, spite my true intent of throwing it up.
I carried out this stale lifestyle, knowing I could never relieve my Gluttony's unending dissatisfaction, it put myself into a depression.
I remember dragging my mouth along the dirt on the ground, hopelessly devouring it like cole to fire, all the while aimlessly wandering The Tendcidara forest grounds near my home. My Gluttony was fed, then it asked for more; it was tended to; then it asked for more; it was fuelled; then it asked for more; it was filled, then it asked for more; it was responded to, then it asked for more. With each time it asked it only spoke louder until I could only hear the echos of its screeching. I never thought I could feel so utterly helpless. What could I do about this agony: cry, scream, whine perhaps? The lesser entities roaming the forest only observed my misery as I collapsed to the ground.
For the first time I faced a choice that would change the rest of my life: rest here and these lesser entities will soon devour me, or get up and spend the rest of my life chasing that which cannot be. I had evermore eaten the uneatable, filling the infinite with finiteness, bearing the pain of its emptiness, and now I just wanted peace.
One of the lesser entities had my neck in their jaws at one point, they tried to bite through, but only destroyed their own teeth by making aggressive contact with my skin.
There are many lesser Sin Entities around me, but the only ones that are capable of killing me - a Root Sin - are the lesser versions of my own kind. Most of the lesser Sin Entities in The Tendcidara forest are of my own kind, though it will still be long before a vessel suitable to devour my own actually shows up, and so I wait.
Some of the lesser sin entities here laughed at me, some payed me no attention, some tried to take from me, some wanted what I had, some wanted to [redacted, not allowed on Wattpad], some wanted to be me, some tried to eat me, some tried to harm me, some did nothing at all, some cried purposelessly, some simply despised me, and some...some. Hm. I don't sense any of those types of Sin Entities here. Wait, doesn't that mean-"Azreal, hoping to observe the death of Root Sin?" I question.
"What a sorry sight."
That is not the voice of Azreal! I quickly turn around only to be assaulted with an upward kick to the jaw, followed-up with another kick to pin my chest to the ground.
A/N
"Redacted, not allowed on Wattpad" lol. For those who are wondering, that which was redacted can be correlated with the theme of sexual assault - more specifically - bestiality (attempted by the 'lesser Sin Entities representing Lust').
I have to rate this story 'mature' now :(
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Daphne's Hound
AçãoGluttony, a term that implies: excess eating, never to be associated individually. Welcome to a world where sins take root and become physical apathies of themselves. Read, and you'll hear from the account of Gluttony incarnate. Taking the form of a...
