Tyler landed heavily, but instead of stone or soil, the ground beneath him yielded with a sickening softness. It pulsed faintly, warm and damp, like living meat. A sour, coppery stench filled the air, making his stomach churn before he even fully stood up.

He straightened and looked around.

It was still the town— or at least, the shape of it. Streets stretched out in familiar patterns, and buildings rose on either side. But nothing here was made of stone or wood. Everything was flesh. Walls were layered muscle fibers, roofs were stretched membranes, and veins pulsed slowly along the surfaces, glowing faintly red like dying embers.

"So this is your body?," Tyler murmured, more curious than afraid.

A voice rolled through the distorted space, deep and echoing, resonating from every direction at once.

"Well this distorted space is just my stomach," Gluttony chuckled, the sound wet and layered. "You idiot. You jumped straight into my body."

Tyler waited for the panic to come. It didn’t.

Gluttony clearly noticed.

He laughed again, but this time the sound carried irritation. "Try not to get digested," the demon added, his tone sharper. "I would hate to waste such... interesting prey."

A sloshing sound echoed nearby.

Tyler turned and saw a river of translucent liquid flowing through the street, bubbling gently as it ate away at the flesh beneath it. Wherever it touched, the ground hissed and dissolved, releasing faint screams that might have been illusions— or might not.

"Stomach acid," Tyler noted calmly.

He leapt aside just as the corrosive flow surged closer, landing atop what looked like a tall flesh-building. The surface squelched under his boots but held firm.

"Hehehe... what are you doing up there?" Gluttony mocked. "Go down. Swim."

A massive pressure slammed into Tyler’s back as the demon tried to force him forward. The flesh beneath his feet rippled violently, but Tyler remained unmoved, like a nail driven deep into wood.

He glanced over his shoulder.

Gluttony’s presence condensed nearby, forming a vague humanoid shape made entirely of layered muscle and teeth. Multiple mouths opened and closed across its torso, whispering, laughing, drooling red light.

"I understand you’re strong," Gluttony said, a hint of unease slipping into his voice, "but this is my domain."

The ground beneath Tyler suddenly began to move, dragging him forward like a living conveyor belt. The walls flexed, guiding him toward the acid river.

Tyler stomped his foot.

The flesh beneath him exploded outward, torn apart by sheer force. The movement halted instantly, and the surrounding structures recoiled as if in pain.

Gluttony shrieked.

A hole ripped open beneath Tyler, a vertical mouth lined with teeth. Gravity vanished, and he dropped.

He fell hard, landing amidst a crowd.

Old men surrounded him, dozens of them, their faces identical, mouths stretched wide as they muttered in unison. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"The ending is coming... the ending is coming..."

Tyler froze.

For a split second, it felt like he had returned to the town above.

"Am I outside again?" he muttered.

"No... coming... aaah..."

A different sound cut through the chanting— a broken, desperate moan.

A human voice.

Tyler turned toward it and followed the sound down the fleshy street. His steps slowed when he recognized the hunched figure ahead.

"Neto?" Tyler called.

The man didn’t respond.

Neto was kneeling, shoulders shaking, his pants were down and his hands wrapped around his tube stroking up and down. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably, his eyes fixed ahead.

Tyler followed his gaze.

His jaw tightened.

It was the receptionist, Neto’s stepsister, squating naked on a preaching old man’s private part and her hands grabbing two branches of other old men and her mouth also tasting one.

The naked preaching old men surrounded her in a circle, their mouths moving rhythmically.

"The ending is coming... coming... coming..."

Neto’s sister exhaled slowly.

"Coming yeah... Coming... Don’t end.... Brother are you watching?"

Tyler frowned, the scene before him was so disgusting.

"The hell is happening..." he muttered under his breath.

A slow voice echoed behind him, but loud and deliberate.

"Well," a familiar voice drawled, dripping with amusement, "I’ve seen many kinds of despair. Fear, hunger, regret, hopeless love. But this?" The voice chuckled. "This is new even for me."

Tyler turned sharply.

Leaning against a pulsating wall of muscle was a head without any body, he recognized immediately. The demon wore Kevin’s face again, though it no longer bothered to maintain the illusion perfectly. Veins bulged unnaturally along his neck, and his yellow eyes gleamed with mockery.

"You," Tyler said flatly. "The vitality demon."

"Correct," the demon replied with a crooked grin. "Well my last face is Kevin. So, I prefer that, It’s not easy for Gluttony to digest something that feeds on vitality itself."

Tyler didn’t waste words. He stepped forward, grabbed the demon by the hair, and lifted him off the ground with one hand. The demon’s grin faltered.

"Tell me where we are," Tyler asked without any coldness in his tone, "And tell me where Gluttony is."

"How about you go date with me, I might tell you..." Kevin smirked.

Tyler’s grip tightened just enough to make the demon hiss in pain.

"Whoa, whoa," the vitality demon protested, "Easy there. You squeeze much harder and my head will pop like a ripe melon."

"Talk."

The demon swallowed and quickly abandoned his teasing tone. "Fine. Fine. This place is an inner layer of Gluttony’s domain. You could call it his heart, or maybe his vault. He keeps things here that amuse him. Things he finds... interesting."

Tyler glanced back at the scene behind him.

Neto knelt in despair, trapped in a loop of humiliation and grief. The receptionist remained bound, surrounded by chanting figures, her expression was full of lust and broken.

"Like them?," Tyler said.

"Exactly," the demon nodded. " The boy with the good hiding skill. The woman whose presence stirs lustful reactions in his puppets. Me, because I’m not easy to kill or digest."

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. "Then where is Gluttony himself?"

"Not here," the demon answered quickly. "He can’t fully manifest in this layer. He can only send things in or pull them out. Think of it as... a stomach chamber behind the stomach."

"And escaping?" Tyler asked.

The demon hesitated, then smirked weakly. "Well, if you agreed to go on a date with me—"

Tyler’s fingers tightened again. The demon choked, panic flashing across his face.

"Okay! Okay! I’m talking!" he gasped. "You can’t fight Gluttony directly from here. This place is sealed from his main consciousness. But there is a way out."

Tyler released him just enough for the demon to breathe.

"That one saw it already," the demon continued, rubbing his neck. "The ugly girl."

Tyler’s gaze snapped back toward the receptionist.

"She figured something out," the demon said. "She actually made those old men talk something else other than Preaching."

Tyler went silent.

"aaan... Coming..." Her moan resonated again.

"If you want to leave," the demon added carefully, "you need to break what Gluttony is protecting here."

Tyler finally let go, dropping the vitality demon to the ground.

The demon rolled back, eyeing him warily. "I’d suggest you hurry. Gluttony doesn’t like it when his toys start thinking."