Haagenti

## Band Attunements

### Rapha (restricted)

Haagenti has seen to it that his raphaim are always hungry. Any attempt to impose a discord or change their emotional state will be converted into temporary or permanent ranks of Gluttony and Need (as appropriate).

### Tannean

Tanneanim of Gluttony can triple their effective strength for moving food.

### Tarafan

Being bound to Haagenti's Word is almost redundant for the Hungry Ones. Unlike most servitors of Gluttony, Haagenti's Hungry Ones (whom he calls his Gourmands) must receive his Devour attunement, instead of Consume. They are excused from Haagenti's normal dissonance conditions ~ their band dissonance conditions satisfy him well enough. He also gives all of his Devourers the Fangs Numinous Corpus at level 6 . . . just to make them even more frightening.

### Malak

*Excess reserves*

Gluttony is probably one of the less appealing sins to a malak. However, if a Virtue does present itself to this prince, he will most likely find some duties for the blackwing to perform. These malakim can hold a number of extra points of Essence equal to their Corporeal Forces. Each extra point of Essence stored this way reduces the demon’s Dexterity by 1, same as if the demon had the Obese discord.

#### Common oaths

* Feed myself to Haagenti if I betray him (or equivalent – mandatory).
* Reward good behavior with food.
* Never pass up the opportunity for a free meal.

## Leitmotiv: Hunger

Do you know what Hunger is?

Some people skip out on a meal, then they feel the small cramps in their guts, and they think they know Hunger.

They're wrong.

Other people fast, surviving on nothing but gruel and water, living on the barest essentials as their bodies weaken, and they think they know Hunger.

Kid stuff.

Imagine denying yourself sustenance of nearly any kind for a whole month, surviving through some unknown means, but not without your body suffering from the starvation.

Imagine feeling your guts shrivel and painfully collapse in on themselves from the emptiness, even as your body remains strong.

Imagine a gnawing sensation which forces you to devour as much as you can, without ever ridding yourself of that agonizing hunger . . .

Then, you can talk about Hunger.

And that sensation you just imagined is a mere case of the munchies, compared to Haagenti's Hunger.

And Haagenti is always hungry.

### An Illustration

"I HUNGER!!!"

In Shal-Mari, those bellowed words are as frightening as Godzilla's roar in Tokyo, as they announce the approach of the Prince of Gluttony. On that day, as Haagenti stomped his way through the streets of the city of vice, demons and damned souls alike ran for cover, careful of standing between the Gluttonous One and any food source he sought out, for fear of being confused with said food source. Only the various food vendors stood their ground, quaking in fear as they knew he would soon reach their stands at one time or another . . .

Soon enough, the Gluttonous Prince walked down the street, in a variation of his favored form, appearing as a 12 foot tall hairy, spur-covered demon with a huge gaping maw ringed with razor sharp teeth. He turned to look at the street vendors and suddenly a large, tentacle-like tongue leapt from between the teeth to lick his lips as the maw curled up into a twisted kind of smile. The demonic and damned vendors nearly fainted right there, but soon recovered out of habit and began serving up large servings of their products: huge trays of hot dogs, platters of tacos, bowlfuls of French fries, baskets of pretzels, armfuls of donuts, buckets of ice cream . . . all of which soon vanished into the Dread Prince's gullet, as he devoured the offerings eagerly, until it was all gone. Then he grabbed the vendors and devoured them, as well. He then stood in the quiet, empty streets for a moment more, and then screamed:

"I STILL HUNGER!!!"

Haagenti then walked back towards the heart of his princedom, the restaurant district of Shal-Mari, and looked around at the different eateries. He stuck out his tongue and waved it in the air again, taking in the different fragrances and scents much as a snake would, before turning to a large French-like diner called "The Titan's Meal." His form shifted slightly, before transforming into that of a large and rotund horned humanoid, a fine Italian suit stretched out across his form in an almost ridiculous manner, then slowly walked through the door and glared at the maitre'd, a skinny balseraph who was already trembling nervously. "M-m-my P-p-Prince . . . . H-How m-may I b-be of service?"

Haagenti smiled, exposing his shark-like dentures, and said, "Table for one, please," as he straightened his tie.

The Serpent gulped and nodded. "Yes . . . at once, my prince." He quickly walked into the restaurant and called out to the various personnel, "The prince is here! Everyone ready for a princely feast!"

At once, the various waiters, stewards and cooks scrambled like an emergency task force, dropping everything else for the urgent task of preparing the prince's food as quickly as inhumanly possible. They knew Haagenti hated to wait. The various patrons already in the restaurant soon excused themselves, as not only they knew they wouldn't get any service, they realized they might end up becoming part of the feast as well, if they weren't careful.

Only seconds afterwards, however, the maitre'd rushed back towards Haagenti and waved him in. "I'm s-sorry for the delay, Dread Prince . . . . Please follow me to your table, milord . . . ," he said, before muttering under his breath, "Oh-lucifer-please-don't-eat-me-please-don't-eat-me."

Soon enough, Haagenti was sitting at a large center table, the maitre'd standing beside him as the wine steward approached with a selection of wines for his approval. Haagenti approved, and began drinking from all the bottles, as the waiters brought up the first course, a huge vat filled with soup. The maitre'd announced the platter as it approached, "Your entrée, my prince: the Bouillabaisse of the Kings of the Sea! Fish, shrimp, crab, lobster, octopus and shellfish of a countless types, cooked into a fine soup with a Cajun flavoring!"

Haagenti grinned as he grabbed the vat and held the soup vat effortlessly to his lips, greedily gulping down the soup as it flowed, the waiters quickly running back to the kitchen for the rest. The Serpent felt himself grow blank as he witnessed the prince's Hunger at work, but kept his apparent cool as the waiters returned in a line, each carrying a large platter with a roasted sheep on top of it. The Serpent simply continued announcing the meal as it approached, as he had done countless times before: "The Lambchop Holocaust! Two dozen sheep, roasted and basted with care! A feast made for a wolf!"

And indeed, Haagenti soon wolfed down the plates of mutton one by one, as the waiters returned to the kitchens, where the cooks were straining to keep up with the prince's devouring. Four of them soon returned with a huge platter holding a finely roasted bull. A whole bull. "The Toreador's Victory! A prize fighting bull, slaughtered and roasted over an open flame!" Haagenti smiled and soon started to eat the large bull roast, while the waiters returned with another platter, carrying what at first seemed like another bull, but the Prince soon saw an udder on it's belly. "The Tauro's Widow! A little bit more bitter, but still finely roasted!" Haagenti shrugged and soon started eating it as well, when two more waiters came back in, each one carrying a plate of veal. Haagenti paused long enough to look at the waiter with curiosity, before the Serpent added; "The Tauro's Orphans. We don't believe in separating families."

As Haagenti finished off the bull's family, another group of waiters arrived, carrying a huge omelet in a large plate, as the maitre'd, now somewhat more relaxed, announced it: "The Titan's Omelet! Three dozen chicken eggs, mixed with the eggs of a hundred different species of birds and reptiles: ostriches, kiwis, cobras, tortoises, flamingoes, alligators . . . ." The Gluttonous One ignored the balseraph as he kept enumerating the different types of eggs and just took his utensils to eat the omelet. Then another pair of waiters came in, carrying a huge platter, which the maitre'd identified as "The Mountain of Caviar!" They were then followed by a single small waiter carrying a puny platter, holding only a small soda cracker. "And the biscotto that goes with it."

Then, came the more exotic dishes of food, the likes of which you'd normally not find in your average restaurant: "The Camel! It's good, and oddly stuffed!"; "The Chinese Panda! Fire Roasted and spiced with bamboo shavings, it's an endangered treat!"; "The Sperm Whale! Stuffed with fish and sea-food, it's a delight from the deep!"; "And before proceeding with the rest of the meal, the African Elephant, stuffed with olives!"

An hour later, Haagenti finally left the restaurant, patting his enlarged belly and licking his lips, leaving the maitre'd consoling the crying chef, a damned soul: "He . . . He ate EVERYTHING! Our stocks are empty! We don't even have enough for tomorrow!"

The balseraph nodded. "I know, Pierre, I know . . . but at least he didn't eat us, right?"

The poor damned human nodded, but sighed again, "I know, I know . . . but I wish he hadn't asked 'So, what's the second course?' after we ran out of food . . . ."

Meanwhile, Haagenti had shifted back to his previous form, and continued to walk through the streets of Shal-Mari, smiling contently, until he began feeling that twisting pain in his stomach once more. His smile turned into a frown as he stood in place, then started talking to himself as he scratched his belly. "Hmm . . . must be noon twelve. I always get hungry at noon twelve."

And before the restaurant district of Shal-Mari could allow itself to relax, the voice of the Dread Prince of Gluttony resonated through it again, screaming its familiar cry:

"I HUNGER!!!"