Beezelbub just laughed. “Then why haven’t you eaten this little morsel already? I’ve never seen my hungry boy wait around while a snack roamed free before.”
Famines lip jutted out in the most adorable pout. “Plague said I’d get sick if I just ate it…”
“‘S what my father says.” Plague shrugged, shuffling his feet in a bit of an embarrassed gesture.
“That may be true for others, but my flesh and blood will never face a consequence for satisfying our hunger.” Beelzebub explained. “We are made for Gluttony! Our mighty stomachs can withstand even the mightiest of foes, digesting any and all materials easily. Not a thing could harm my Famine’s tummy.”
“You mean it, papa?” Famine's eyes widened with childlike wonder, making your heart sink as you realized there would be no escaping the fate this little boy had in store for you. The little one was practically begging like a dog for a treat as he licked his lips, eyes licking on you still held in Beelzebubs fingers.
“Of course, baby bug.” Beelzebub knelt down to get on his sons level, dangling you in front of the child’s face. “Open wide for me baby, let’s send this prisoner of yours to tummy town.”
Famine grinned at you, rubbing his tummy once again in anticipation of your arrival. He opened his mouth up wide, revealing the pool of saliva that had built up just salivating at the thought of consuming you. Famines tongue flicked as if to beckon you inside, eager to get you over the lips and past the gums, straight to your final destination.
As horrifying as a moment this was, you wished it would extend forever because you feared progressing further; but as nothing more than a cherubs prize picked off the bottom of a shoe, your opinion was completely worthless.
Beelzebub brought you forward into the mouth slowly, rhe other kids watching eagerly as Famines lips closed around his fathers fingers, blocking out the peering eyes as you found yourself in darkness. Beelzebubs fingers separated, dropping you on the roiling tongue before easily pulling back out of famines lips. You rushed to follow but were easily stopped as Famine had other plans for you, his tongue acting as a trebuchet as it flung you straight to the back of his mouth, the back of the tongue rising as one gigantic wall to shove you down the hole at the back. You didn’t even get a moment to scream before GULP you were swallowed with all the ease of an extra gulp of water.
“I can feel it.” Famine giggled, his hand coming up to gently trace along his throat and down his chest, following the journey of one shrunken being down into the depths of his digestive system. Famine felt you- once a mighty servant under Lucifer, now the equivalent of a cheerio- plop into his empty stomach. It was empty not because Famine hadn’t eaten, but because the little glutton quickly digested anything he swallowed down; already the acids were burning away at you, and you screamed in agony as you felt every second of it.
“Mmm.” Famine closed his eyes. “Delicious.”
“You didn’t even taste it!” War protested.
Famine shook his head, opening his eyes to look down at his gurgling belly. “No, its fear is delicious. It’s really trying to fight back, isn’t that silly? It’s food that doesn’t know it’s food!”
“Foolish indeed.” Beelzebub picked up his son, hugging him close as he held him on his hip, both of them placing a hand on Famines stomach as the ab muscles continued to clench. Beelzebub smiled, proud once again of his sons ability.
Just beneath their touch, your skin had peeled away, your entire form becoming undone as the waves rolled you to and fro, massaging you in a painful embrace. You kept consciousness for far too long in the process but after a few minutes it was over and all that was left of you was a bit of mush pushed down into Famines lower intestines. The useful bits of you would be sucked away as nutrients; the rest of you would continue on down the chamber, combining with the rest of Famines waste and deposited as a few turds sometime tomorrow.
But here and now, Famine grew restless as he felt your life fade within him. The now bored child wriggled out of his fathers arms to go play with his friends again. “Thanks papa!” Famine called over his shoulder, hoping he could find more wriggling snacks today.
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