83 The Purge

"Does the meal not find you well, child? There is no need to force yourself to—"

I can't! I just can't do it anymore. What the hell am I watching?!

It never ended. Beautiful platters filled to the brim with food continued to flood the table at an ever-increasing rate. Was this what the Holy Pope had summoned him for? To feast endlessly?

The old man had consumed enough to have fed a family for a month in the span of an hour. Like a bottomless pit, he had consumed ceaselessly until Reed could stand it no longer.

"Enough, Your Holiness. Why have you summoned me? Surely, it wasn't for this… this grotesque luncheon, right?"

The Pope shook his head and frowned when he heard Reed's complaint and said, "Such is the price I pay for defying the natural order, my child. My insatiable hunger is a symptom of a curse I am under… I have been afflicted with it for ages as a result of trying to meddle with something…"