[Salone]

Na'lsa continued to burrow in a maddening ecstasy, boring through flesh and tissue like some sort of monstrous parasite. The Sins he consumed were absorbed, assimilated, and repurposed within him. The number rose higher and higher as he feasted. Nearly formed physical manifestations as well as the mere fetus of several were consumed in his blind hunger. He mangled several dozen wombs, violating the protection they offered his unborn brethren. Umbilical cords were devoured in mass like some sort of putrid spaghetti dish, stuffed in to his all-consuming maw. But it was not enough. This mere hellspawn unborn was insufficient.

He clawed upwards. Gnawing through bone and sinew led him away from the wombs, through Sin's organs. Oh, what ancient and delicate meats pulsed before him! With stifled laughter, he began his meal again. He was pressed tightly on each side, but his unending hunger would soon carve his own space among the origin of many Sins. Nothing else mattered. He would eat. He would glut himself on the unending meal that he swam in. After millenia, Na'lsa had finally realized the purpose he was meant to have.

The taste of sin was so sweet, so delectable. And all those inhabited by it would be claimed by his hunger.