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He was a lonely man, always isolated and rejected by the disfigurement life had given him. It seemed that no matter where he went or who he met, people were repulsed by his appearance and refused to be around him. As a child, he found no friends, only bullies, and his luck remained the same as he grew older. All he could do was yearn for company and compassion, dreaming of the day when someone would see past his scars. As time rolled on and his future grew even bleaker and empty, he grew desperate for love. It was the terror of fading away alone and forgotten that led him to that strange organ. Found in an abandoned place of worship, it seemed like nothing more than an item of superstition and myth. When he took that withered heart in his hands, life sprung into it and it began to beat. Though scared by the sudden change, this transformation gave credence to the legend, driving him to try it out. To the town he went, and the second he stepped foot into the street, its power proved true. Those who had once shunned and ignored him now greeted him warmly as an old friend. The women who avoided his gaze now fawned over him as if he were a prince. In mere moments, he had become the most popular person around, and he basked in the adoration and attention. With the artifact in his possession, no one could resist his charm and soon suitors and lovers surrounded him. It was a dream come true to him, but little did he know that the relic was poisoning him. While he was overjoyed by companionship and love, the time he spent alone was now even more cold and empty. It soon became agony to be alone, and he frantically used the relic to insure he was always surrounded by love and care. No longer did he use its power to gain friends and suitors, as he now required worshipers and fanatics. Those he once shared conversation and food with were now enslaved, and his lovers became mindless adorers who refused to leave his side. His desires knew no bounds or limits, as he grew ravenous for any kind of love or attention. Every man or woman he could find were taken, forced to worship him until they dropped. The man who would have once given anything for a warm greeting was now an insatiable monstrosity, consumed by the power of Lust's Heart.

Controlled by an endless hunger for lovers, the beast born of his flesh and desire now seeks the land for worshipers. Even warped to such a twisted form, he still feels the cruel emptiness of isolation whenever he is alone, and he will do anything to be rid of it. Any being's attention or love will serve, and he slithers the land in search of it. While many would be disgusted by the monstrosity he has become, the power of the heart will soon change their minds. The many tubes that extend from his body pump out intoxicating pheromones, constantly surrounding him in a purplish cloud. Those who breathe in this gas shall instantly become infatuated with him, regardless of their age, gender or species. All inhibitions will be erased, and as long as they are inhaling that mind controlling vapor, they won't be able to think of anything else besides being with him. Even hardened warriors and ruthless hunters who seek to slay him will be reduced to desperate adorers by the insidious gas. They shall cling to him and refuse to ever leave his side, but that still will not be enough. Even with this power to enslave and brainwash, he still fears abandonment and loneliness. His massive coils will seize his lovers and hold them tight, as if they even had the willpower to leave him. In his efforts to keep them close, he will often crush them in his grip, leaving him alone once more. At times when he believes he has found his "true" lovers, he will spit forth his tendrils and take them into his arms. The touch of these boneless limbs instantly fill his victims with euphoria and bliss, leaving them almost catatonic with pleasure. He will then swallow them and store them in his many stomachs, in the hopes he may keep them with him forever. Though consumed, these victims will hardly be aware of their situation, as they are enthralled by the constant state of bliss. As long as they are trapped inside him, they shall remain happily mindless as they are slowly digested. Eventually they will be assimilated by him, and he will be forced to continue his hunt. Though he is always able to surround himself with dozens of lovers, his fears and paranoia inevitably leads to him destroying the very thing he seeks.
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And at last we reach the final artifact of the sins, Lust! For this sin, my main thing was to A) not make it female and B) not make it some sexy monster, as I feel that has been done a ton of times. Surprisingly, this came out pretty SFW (at least I think) and it isn't too graphic. However, I am pretty sure this beast is like five different fetishes rolled into one.

So that is all the deadly sins! That means we are done right? Well at the moment yes, but that doesn't mean we are fully through. The seven deadly sins are just one end of the spectrum, one unholy extreme...

Description
He was a lonely man, always isolated and rejected by the disfigurement life had given him. It seemed that no matter where he went or who he met, people were repulsed by his appearance and refused to be around him. As a child, he found no friends, only bullies, and his luck remained the same as he grew older. All he could do was yearn for company and compassion, dreaming of the day when someone would see past his scars. As time rolled on and his future grew even bleaker and empty, he grew desperate for love. It was the terror of fading away alone and forgotten that led him to that strange organ. Found in an abandoned place of worship, it seemed like nothing more than an item of superstition and myth. When he took that withered heart in his hands, life sprung into it and it began to beat. Though scared by the sudden change, this transformation gave credence to the legend, driving him to try it out. To the town he went, and the second he stepped foot into the street, its power proved true. Those who had once shunned and ignored him now greeted him warmly as an old friend. The women who avoided his gaze now fawned over him as if he were a prince. In mere moments, he had become the most popular person around, and he basked in the adoration and attention. With the artifact in his possession, no one could resist his charm and soon suitors and lovers surrounded him. It was a dream come true to him, but little did he know that the relic was poisoning him. While he was overjoyed by companionship and love, the time he spent alone was now even more cold and empty. It soon became agony to be alone, and he frantically used the relic to insure he was always surrounded by love and care. No longer did he use its power to gain friends and suitors, as he now required worshipers and fanatics. Those he once shared conversation and food with were now enslaved, and his lovers became mindless adorers who refused to leave his side. His desires knew no bounds or limits, as he grew ravenous for any kind of love or attention. Every man or woman he could find were taken, forced to worship him until they dropped. The man who would have once given anything for a warm greeting was now an insatiable monstrosity, consumed by the power of Lust's Heart.

Controlled by an endless hunger for lovers, the beast born of his flesh and desire now seeks the land for worshipers. Even warped to such a twisted form, he still feels the cruel emptiness of isolation whenever he is alone, and he will do anything to be rid of it. Any being's attention or love will serve, and he slithers the land in search of it. While many would be disgusted by the monstrosity he has become, the power of the heart will soon change their minds. The many tubes that extend from his body pump out intoxicating pheromones, constantly surrounding him in a purplish cloud. Those who breathe in this gas shall instantly become infatuated with him, regardless of their age, gender or species. All inhibitions will be erased, and as long as they are inhaling that mind controlling vapor, they won't be able to think of anything else besides being with him. Even hardened warriors and ruthless hunters who seek to slay him will be reduced to desperate adorers by the insidious gas. They shall cling to him and refuse to ever leave his side, but that still will not be enough. Even with this power to enslave and brainwash, he still fears abandonment and loneliness. His massive coils will seize his lovers and hold them tight, as if they even had the willpower to leave him. In his efforts to keep them close, he will often crush them in his grip, leaving him alone once more. At times when he believes he has found his "true" lovers, he will spit forth his tendrils and take them into his arms. The touch of these boneless limbs instantly fill his victims with euphoria and bliss, leaving them almost catatonic with pleasure. He will then swallow them and store them in his many stomachs, in the hopes he may keep them with him forever. Though consumed, these victims will hardly be aware of their situation, as they are enthralled by the constant state of bliss. As long as they are trapped inside him, they shall remain happily mindless as they are slowly digested. Eventually they will be assimilated by him, and he will be forced to continue his hunt. Though he is always able to surround himself with dozens of lovers, his fears and paranoia inevitably leads to him destroying the very thing he seeks.
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And at last we reach the final artifact of the sins, Lust! For this sin, my main thing was to A) not make it female and B) not make it some sexy monster, as I feel that has been done a ton of times. Surprisingly, this came out pretty SFW (at least I think) and it isn't too graphic. However, I am pretty sure this beast is like five different fetishes rolled into one.

So that is all the deadly sins! That means we are done right? Well at the moment yes, but that doesn't mean we are fully through. The seven deadly sins are just one end of the spectrum, one unholy extreme...