In the darkest recesses of a world that defies comprehension, a place exists where the very essence of gluttony has taken monstrous form. The Circle of Gluttony, a name that strikes terror in the hearts of those who hear it, is a realm so vile and depraved that it defies the imagination.
The great daemon Yungo, known also as the Slavering Mouths, is not just the ruler but the very embodiment of this circle. He composes the whole of the Circle of Gluttony, a living Mountain of Flesh that pulses and writhes in constant, ravenous hunger.
A Realm of Unending Hunger
The Circle of Gluttony is a place avoided even by the most fearless of travelers. To enter is to risk a fate worse than death, torn to pieces and devoured by its insatiable inhabitants—or, even more horrifying, eaten whole by Yungo himself.
All is flesh and filth here, a twisted landscape littered with the putrid leavings of meals abandoned or excreted. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the ground quivers with the ceaseless movement of flesh.
Souls condemned to this circle can be found perched atop the shuddering mounds of living flesh, their faces twisted in grotesque ecstasy as they rake the excrement and other awful bits into their hands, gorging themselves on the offal.
The daemons here are no less voracious, delighting in their compulsive eating, driven by an insatiable desire to consume. They stuff themselves until they finally burst apart, their grisly remains becoming food for the hungry daemons all around them.
Yungo, the Slavering Mouths: A Nightmare Made Flesh
From a distance, one can spot Yungo’s great head pushing up from a calloused ridge of flesh that makes up his neck. Four slavering maws, each a horror unto itself, dribble and drip noxious fluids. Prehensile tongues, like grotesque serpents, reach out from the dark corridors of his mouths, guiding food into his insatiable gullet.
The whole circle shudders and groans as Yungo voids his bowels, adding to the moat of excrement that marks the border to his realm. The sound is a deafening, sickening symphony that echoes across the circle, a constant reminder of the horror that reigns here.
A Hidden Mystery?
Rumors persist, whispers of a secret that lies deep within Yungo’s gullet. None have ever confirmed the tales of a shining empire watched over by good celestials and inhabited by golden-skinned mortals. The story claims Yungo consumed the place long ago and forgot about it; from this supposed land, the forces of good keep tabs on the war between Hell and the Abyss, going unnoticed.
The Circle of Gluttony is a place of nightmares, a realm where the very concept of gluttony has been given horrifying form. It is a testament to the darkness that lurks within the soul, a warning of the monstrous depths to which obsession can lead.
Yungo, the Slavering Mouths, is a monster beyond imagining, a living embodiment of hunger and depravity. His circle is a place of terror and madness, where the boundary between life and death is meaningless, and where the soul is consumed by an unending, ravenous hunger.
To enter the Circle of Gluttony is to forsake all hope, to embrace a fate of horror and torment. It is a place where nightmares come to life, and where the very soul is consumed by a hunger that can never be sated. It is a realm that haunts the darkest corners of the mind, a terror that lingers long after the tale is told.
