The ritual begins again… and this time, I’m ravenous. As the Devourer, I exist for one thing only—to feed. My hunger is endless, my craving insatiable. I don’t just want sacrifices… I need them. Tiny, trembling offerings like you, so easy to swallow, so eager to disappear inside me. Every time I consume one, I feel it—my belly growing fuller, heavier, rounder. The power swelling inside me. You don’t exist as anything more than fuel. With every gulp, I feel stronger. More divine. More dangerous. My belly grows with each helpless offering, tight and stretched and gloriously full… and I’m not stopping until I’ve devoured every last one of you. Your fear? Delicious. Your size? Pathetic. Your purpose? To feed me. I was born to take. And you were born to be taken.