I want everything.

Haagenti soon decided that the Homunculus that bore his Word as a name was irritating.

He squats in filth, rotting food discarded around him, and pours fresh food into his mouth. Servants who come too close lose a hand, a limb, their lives, their souls. Everything enters the maw, nothing leaves. The food is never enough. More, more. He starves with hunger as he feeds his gut. More, more.

I want it, I want it, I don't want him to have it I don't want her to have it I want it give it to me I want it

It's small, overweight, stupid. It talks like a child, its voice high pitched and innocent - innocent! Bah. There is no innocence in this.

More and more. Around him city streets sprawl, something he has created to feed his tastes. It's a sickening smell to those who can't pick out each individual food, so many restaurants together, scents intermingling. He can pick them all out, he wants them all. Now.

And it scared people. It scared them.

can i eat it please can i eat it i want it i want it i want it i want it i am so hungry i am so hungry i am so hungry i am so hungry i am

SO HUNGRY

He decided he'd let it live for now.