The First Curses

by Knight of Crows

Gluttony

How easy it is to confuse one sin for another. To be fair though, a few do go claw in claw. Hoof in Hoof? Whatever. Gluttony is often associated with the overconsumption of food and drink, you would be half right on that one. It is also over indulgence, not just when some griffon decides they want that bread enough that they refuse to give it to another who needs it. Really though, it's hardly a sin, more die to the other sins than me and no griffon can just forget about the guy begging for scraps, not that they're any better. All I was doing was reaping the benefits of all my hard work in the end. You can call me Gula, the Voracious.

I won't bore you with the details of my life because I am VERY hungry, so I'll just get to the point. Once upon a time I was poor thanks to my drunkard of a father, I ran away, got taken in by a merchant who eventually started his own business, what it was isn't important, he died, and I inherited it. Now, he was just competent enough to keep the business going, I improved it and profited greatly from it. From lowly peasent to living like nobility, I felt I deserved everything I had as a result. So I drank more than I should have, so I fucked almost as much as Luxuria on one of his/ her/ it's lonely/ boring days, so I ate more than most, I earned it so why should anygriffon care? Why am I among the worst? Luxuria and Avaritia have killed more than me! Moving on.

I've been criticized for my lifestyle, but I've always seen it as jealous fools who at most can get a drink once every month at best. It wasn't my problem so I just ignored them, a few of them were unemployed so that meant a number of things, one of which being I wouldn't have to deal with them for long if they remained unemployed. I didn't have to do much, I often just needed to make myself look good one way or another, save one from starvation and you have a new worker and more buyers which often meant more of everything for me. The pests I didn't do anything about were often dealt with by the guards that I sometimes had to pay off. It all worked out in the end.

So as for how I actually became the Voracious, that was an error in judgement on my part. You see, I was on a business trip to what is now called Klugetown, help build the town, and leave a few of my associates and their families if they came with us in town to secure myself profits from their mine and ports. Now, unfortunately the trip was halted by poor weather conditions that only grew worse, I guess that should have expected though once Wendigos and a Draconequess or two came around. Heavy rain on a steep mountain, snow, insane winds, sleet and hail, we had to take refuge in a cave near the bottom for days. That is where the incident happened.

It goes without saying that our supplies were limited. I used up most of them, much to the dismay of the others accompanying me, it was all paid for with my money, they should've been grateful that I let them have any of it. Days passed and supplies were getting low, and some of it wasn't looking so good. We ran out and stayed for a few more days before I began to... See things differently. When no one was looking, I lured one of the associates, a griffon, deeper into the cave. Once we were deep enough, I slit his throat and had my first meal in days. After 2 more days, one of the young ones followed me and his mother without me knowing. I was planning to have a bit of fun, but he saw the bodies and accidentally revealed himself and the corpses to her. I snatched up the boy and told them both, make a sound, they die. They didn't make a sound, but the mother did something even more stupid and bit me!

I knocked her out in one punch, bitch nearly tore off my equipment. The boy tried to make a run for it, but I knocked him out too. I went back near the entrance where our supplies were and found that we had some cloth and medicine. The fun part about the medicine? It was also a sedative. I snuck some with me and used the medicine on the mother and son before wrapping the cloths around both of their mouths. The boy woke up to me on top of his mother, she woke up too about halfway through, neither could do anything but watch and cry. After I was done with the mother, I looked over to her son, hungry. Still neither could scream. After making her watch me devour her son, I looked at her with a promise of death. Ready for round 2, I neared her, but a flash of light stopped me from doing anything, before stood the Goddess.

The Goddess spoke in a language I didn't understand, shouting at me, eventually switching to a language I understood. She cursed my actions, she told me I was the worst of her creations thus far. I ignored most of it. She was going to kill me, but Tartarus was apparently too good for me, so she struck me with a curse, one befitting my sin that lead up to this. Forever would my stomach be an empty void.