Hungry
“Lust...? Lust?”
Gluttony was hungry again, a devouring ache in the empty pit within his rotund
belly. Scrabbling along the empty rain-soaked alleyways, he kept to the
shadows. No matter what he ate, he was starving; by his own nature he could
never be full.
Gluttony’s eyes were cold, devoid of feeling.
Yet he needed to find Lust. For a moment, for a second, between one breath and
the next when her crimson eyes met his...it would make that gnawing hunger go
away.
All he needed was that. But now he was hungry again.
“Lust?”
“Lust?”
“Where are you? Lust...”