Cormac, the embodiment of Gluttony, stood in the midst of Corintopia's crumbling remains, towering over a banquet table overflowing with food and drink. His grotesque form had swelled in power, his skin stretched tight over his massive frame as he gorged himself on whatever he could reach. Piles of meat, bread, and barrels of ale surrounded him, as his shades—twisted, pig-like creatures—scurried about, bringing him more to consume. His hunger was insatiable, driven not just by physical need, but by the sin that now consumed his every thought.
But even as he feasted, Cormac's eyes flickered with a nervous energy. The other members of the Sinister 7 had already begun their fights with Tel-Nu, and one by one, they had fallen. He had seen the green energy of Kira's envy fade, and before that, the wealth of Cusi was reduced to dust. Fear gnawed at him, but Cormac wasn't one to back down. No, he had to eat more—consume more power, more life, more of everything. If he could just consume enough, he would defeat Tel-Nu. His endless appetite would give him the strength to crush that harbinger of destruction.
As he tore into a slab of meat with his teeth, Cormac felt a chill ripple through the air. His gnawing ceased, and his eyes narrowed. The shadows around him began to stir, dark tendrils weaving through the wreckage of Corintopia. They moved with purpose, a slow, methodical advance that left no room for escape. Cormac swallowed hard, throwing the half-eaten meat to the ground.
"You won't take this from me!" Cormac roared, his voice trembling with fear disguised as rage. "I'll devour you, Tel-Nu! I'll eat everything you send my way!"
The shadows closed in, flowing like a river of darkness. Cormac, in his desperation, lunged forward with an open mouth, biting down into the inky blackness. For a moment, it was as though he could feel the shadows writhing within him, but then they slipped from his grasp, intangible, flowing past his teeth like smoke. He staggered back, his face contorted in confusion and rage.
"No!" he bellowed, grabbing fistfuls of the shadow, trying to shove them into his mouth. But each time, they vanished, slipping through his fingers like water, leaving him with nothing. Cormac's mind raced—he had never encountered something he couldn't consume, something he couldn't devour. The terror began to build in his chest, a cold dread that gnawed at his insides more than hunger ever had.
He clawed at the shadows, frantic now, tearing at them with his massive hands, his mouth snapping open and shut as he tried to eat the very essence of darkness. But it was futile. The shadows flowed around him, undeterred, and with each failed attempt to consume them, Cormac grew more panicked, his once mighty form reduced to a desperate, grasping wretch.
"Why… can't… I… EAT YOU?!" Cormac howled, his voice breaking as the shadows twisted around his legs, pulling him off balance. He fell to the ground with a thunderous crash, his massive body sending shockwaves through the ruined streets of Corintopia.
Tel-Nu's voice, cold and dispassionate, echoed through the air. "Your gluttony is meaningless against me, Cormac. You cannot consume what was never meant to be consumed."
The shadows lifted Cormac into the air, suspending him like a ragdoll, his limbs flailing helplessly. His face twisted in terror, his eyes wide with disbelief. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he clawed at the shadows, they would not yield to him. They were beyond his reach, beyond his control. For the first time in his life, Cormac was faced with something he could not devour, something that made him powerless.
The shadows toyed with him, tossing him back and forth like a plaything. Cormac's massive form smashed against the rubble, his body bouncing off the ground like a broken doll. Each impact left him more battered and bruised, his skin torn and his bones fractured. Yet the shadows did not stop. They continued to toss him about, treating him as nothing more than a nuisance.
"Please!" Cormac cried out, his voice now filled with desperation. "I… I need more! I can't lose this way!"
But the shadows did not respond. They wrapped around his throat, silencing his pleas, and with one final, brutal toss, they hurled him into the ground with enough force to shatter the earth beneath him. Cormac's body lay broken and battered, blood pooling around him. His once insatiable hunger had been reduced to a pitiful whimper.
As he lay there, gasping for breath, Cormac's eyes fluttered open. The towering figure of Tel-Nu loomed above him, his form shrouded in the very shadows that had defeated Cormac. The gluttonous Sinister 7 member tried to speak, but no words came. His once massive frame, built by years of indulgence and consumption, now lay shattered and useless.
Tel-Nu gazed down at him, his voice cold and final. "Your hunger is meaningless. You consumed the world, but you will never have enough. You were always empty, Cormac. And now, you will fade into nothingness."
With those final words, the shadows surged forward, engulfing Cormac's broken body. He didn't scream, didn't fight. His strength had long since left him, and the darkness consumed him just as he had tried to consume it. In the end, there was nothing left of Cormac but silence and shadow.