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His mother was an alcoholic, but who’s wasn’t? A woman who had once been great, now who worked a dead-end job and hated her son for who he was, not that she ever knew Leon truly. At his birth she had decided she hated him, not a man since birth, useless to her… and then Leon was a man, but she wasn’t there to see that she had won. This hate was translated into different ways over the years, just leaving him with the maids for hours on end, drowning in work and rum, and when the kid was old enough to feel hunger and say it that was his punishment for being born incorrectly, hunger filled his every day until someone realized he hadn’t eaten in days. Nothing learned in school, not a friend made, his mind was clouded by the feel of void in his stomach, was the sin of being born that heavy that he had to walk as a living dead everyday until the hunger clouded his mind enough to end it himself?
Years of hunger, and even if he ate, he didn’t know when the next meal would come, or if in her drunken stupor his mother would poison him like he had tried many times before. But one day she just didn’t wake up, Leon’s mother died. He thought the hunger would go with her, now having to live with his dad until he turned eighteen, Leon hoped the hunger would be buried with the woman that hated him for a sin he didn’t commit.
His father was a great man, or so he heard, a man drowning in so much work, Leon figured this greatness would come with fullness, not having to feel this hunger ever again, but the world has made him sin since the start and his capital sin would never be forgotten. He did eat, not poison, and now knowing that when he woke up the next morning food would be served for him, his hunger had diminished, was this how a worthy human lived?. But it was suspicious, he’d felt hunger all his life and now he could just satiate it?
It was weird, Leon waited for the day the food wouldn’t come, he expected it to stop when he had already grown accustomed. The sin of gluttony so heavy and the gift of clairvoyance even heavier, the hunger came back when his father grew tired of him, he ate too much, he had said, he wasn’t healthy, and so the food disappeared, and the hunger created the void in his stomach again. A never-ending pit that would never be satiated, forgotten like a dog, hiding like a coward he ate. And ate. His body never changing for as he was to suffer from the inside, never to be seen by others.
By the time he joined the academy, he was the best at everything he had to, hunger motivated his movements and marksmanship. He wanted to feel like everyone else, feel the joy in your heart when one is happy, feel the blinding rage, the sinking sadness, but everything came to the same feeling, he was hungry. Insatiable and destined to never feel full. He snuck away, during runs to eat at the side of the track, behind a bush, in the bathroom, anywhere, this monster he had inside him since the day he was first punished was growing as he ate, and he couldn’t stop.
And he kept doing so, forcing his body to workout to keep pursuing his career without ever abandoning the sin he lived with. And when he was transferred to Raccoon city, he stopped feeling this need, this hunger inside him that made him cry and lash out in anger as he cried while he stuffed his mouth.
He now wanted to be the one to satiate someone’s hunger. Be devoured with the same passion that his mother’s voice once had when she told Leon that she hated him, the same passion his mother had for the alcohol she replaced him with, the same passion his father had when he talked about his work, the same passion his hunger burned with.
This figure… this man he wanted to be devoured by was everything he wasn’t, he was a man after all, something no one ever had accepted that Leon was, and that made him want to be devoured even more. He figured he probably had a workplace crush on the hot guy in STARS but… he was born with a sin he had to carry, wanting to be eaten and devoured by this man, give all of himself for him to use and destroy, he wanted all to end the same it had started, in a dark room with someone who was supposed to love him abusing his love and confidence. He dreamed of his heart on the man’s hand.
He wanted to be eaten from the inside out with the same passion and hate he had eaten his entire life. He thought about how he would serve himself, on slices or a silver platter like a thanksgiving turkey, giving thanks to the man who would devour him. His hunger was accompanied now by the need to serve himself, slice parts of himself, taste the crimson liquid running down the slices he had made.
Leon never knew how to really deal with this kind of stuff, he had lived stuffing himself full to the point where his feelings were too hidden by all the hunger to even believe he had them, so he just observed, hoping to get hints as of how the man would like him to be served, after all, a meal is not only the food but also the way it was served too.
And one day he finally discovered what the man liked, how he could serve himself on a silver platter so this man would devour him and stop his own hunger. But what he saw on the plate was refined and soft meat, small and dainty, tender and made with love, he saw a woman on that plate. His devourer eating a woman.
His hunger was back. It would never leave. He was born hungry, and that’s how he would die.