I tried this in a different format. Heh. I hope it's decent, in the least! If not, then I'm hoping to obtain a bit of help in making it better.





"They, too, yearn for a feast" echoed a voice from the darkness. "Much like myself, and more-so you."

The room was cast into shadow, it's emptiness forging a facade of a great and expansive room. It had been the smallest room available, yet because it lacked all of the regular appliances one would search for in such a place, it became much more void and spacious. A bed to one wall, a table to the other--it appeared a place only he with the lowest of earnings could afford. This was being generous.

The only light entering the room did so through two objects: The door (positioned near the back wall) and the window (to the opposite wall, straight ahead). Leaking through the small space near the bottom of the door spilled minuscule shards of light, and through the window peeked vertical bars.

There was a single window, and nothing more. However, because of its position one might have been made to question why it had been there in the first place. It was boarded up and cast aside, no longer needed for the current residents. Light held no place within this humble abode, nor would it ever come to. Secrets spoken beyond closed doors should never leak unto the light, for it has many ways of whispering said knowledge to unwanted ears.

Standing firm, eyes cast to the board-ridden window, back facing the door, stood the maid who had recently displayed her blatant showings of ignorance. Yet now she was somehow different. Taller, and more confident was her stature. Slowly she began to change, as if it were a pleasuring feeling to do so, and she wanted it to last as long as possible. The previous image melted to the floor, leaving only the beast--her true self--in all of it's beauty.

She bore long blond hair, and eyes of emerald green. Her body firm and soft, with skin the embodiment of perfection. A smile held it's self upon her blood-red lips, displaying to the shadows her pleasure.

"A feast, you say? I'd love one of those at the moment. It's been ages since I've last eaten a proper meal. Constantly have I been exposed to such rubbish." Said another from behind. It's voice raspy, yet mannerly. It spoke with a proper tongue, such being quite an opposite to the figures true persona.

The man was tall and lanky, arms nearly to his knees which were bent forward, causing his legs to form an arch. His fingers were as worms, grasping tight the object in his hand. Blood red orbs were cast upon the the woman as he neared, pushing back the many strands of black greasy hair from his eyes. Even the trench coat he wore seemed too long for him, which was quite a supprise taking into account how very tall he was.

"Hungry? You? Tell me something I may find a little less...suprising. " She said, a chuckle following behind the words. "Has your current duty not been gracious enough to you?"

"It has not, my fair lady. It has not. You would expect a finer quality of rodent to be produced in such a facility, would you not?" He asked, crushing the bloodied head of a rat against the worn, wooden wall and smearing it down across it's surface. He needed not to move from his location behind the woman, as he was able to reach the wall without taking any such action. After a moment of soaking his hand in the creatures brain matter, he pulled back, greeting it with a lick of the tongue.A wide grin took hold of his lips.

"How putrid."She said in disgust.

"Come now, Lust darling. If you're desperate enough...you'll eat anything." He said, tongue inching forward, quickly breaking through the woman's luxurious blond hair and slithering down the shaft of her neck. He made his way for her shoulder, but came to an abrupt stop. He began to chuckle, pulling back the whip-like muscle to it's confines within his putrid mouth. The smile did not fade. Looking down, the the red pupils graced the sight of a long, coal-black thorn piercing his stomach. Raising his eyes, he did not have time to greet the back of her head before being impaled in the forehead and shot against the back wall. He did nothing to resist, and stood pinned. Yet the grin remained.

"Don't let yourself get carried away, lest you wish your stomach upon the floor." She said, disgust lingering in her voice. That man, Gluttony, had always gotten himself into more trouble than his worth. Still, she would not let such a thing pester her further. It was a minor occurrence, and if it happened again he would be reduced to ribbons. She would make sure of that, and with a pleasure unlike any other.

"Of course not. I'm very sorry, I forgot the rules you had set up. I just got carried away, is all. No need for such violent outbursts."He muttered with a voice of darkest black. "You may lust for the greetings of another mans body, but I was never under the impression that I, too, was such a man..." he said with glee. Casually raising his hand, he passed it effortlessly through the spike as though it were forged of paper. The remaining piece that had been drilled into his forehead melted away after being severed from the main body, and Gluttony happily opened his mouth to welcome the black fluid as it trickled down over his face. Smacking his lips together in greatest delight, a smile of malice made his face it's home. "But do tell me...where may I acquire a feast suitable for one such as myself? Where may I find the boy?"

"We're not to cause him bodily harm, Glut-"

"Wrong." He stated. "I remember the words of the mistress quite clearly. Allow me to reiterate: "Fetch him and bring him back to me. Wether he is dead or alive is no concern. If the latter, I shall take great pleasure in reviving him once again only to strip the life from his still-beating heart. Such is the punishment of those who chose the path of a coward."

Lust was at a lack of words. Gluttony was right, and there was nothing she could say in her defence. "Fine. Then you may eat the little runt. If such an occurrence comes to pass we'll smear the **** over the Mistress's desk and call it a job well done." She said, smiling at the thought. Slowly turning to face her partner, her eyes traced the many lines of the wooden floor, as if she were cast into a state of thought. "You want to know where you can find him?"

A grin most wide covered Gluttony's face. He was pleased with the outcome of the situation, and was ever-so-happy that he was able to obtain what he wished to have. It was nothing new, but he still enjoyed the feeling. The feeling of being able to have anything, and everything, any time he pleased. "Yes, if you would be most kind."

"Beaumin's Diner. Quite an expensive taste for such a small boy...but that is where he is headed. The older one, Lance, also accompanies him. If we can obtain him, then we may cause all of the chaos we can muster. You can grab a bite to eat...and we can be on our merry way." She said, raising her eyes to grace the hunched figure of Gluttony. Paying no further attention to him, she cast her eyes to the door and began a slow strut to it. Within moments, she was gone, passing through the wall as if she were a ghost.

"Happy? Why Lust, darling...of course it makes me happy." He muttered, licking his lips in anticipation.Casting himself to the shadows, his body broke apart and he became one with the very wall it's self. "If only we were all so easy to please."