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Greed was infamous for wanting everything, anything. Money, women, sex, power, glory… Everything and anything remotely attainable was something to be striven for, something to fill the aching emptiness in his being. He didn't just want things, he needed them.

Even those closest to him, though, couldn't fully understand him. Even Ling, the little bastard prince whose body he had taken, thought he just needed friends. But there was something else he needed. He needed love.

And he found that love, the love he needed and wanted, right there on the Rockbell table:

A delicious, juicy leg of chicken.

He inhaled its intoxicating scent, his mouth salivating. All he could think about was gripping its bone in his fist, wrapping his mouth around the thick chunk of meat, tearing into it with his teeth. The chicken's only purpose was to satisfy him, and he wanted, needed that to happen.

He tore into the flesh, his eyes rolling with pleasure at the delicious flavor seeping over his tongue. He chewed vigorously; he needed more, more, more. He ate faster and faster, nearly choking—though it was nothing he would die from, but it wouldn't be a bad death—and then, he was done.

He stared at the greasy bone in his hand, momentarily filled with satisfaction. For a moment, he didn't need or want for anything. For a moment, he felt content.

But then, he missed it. And then, he realized that he would never taste that chicken again, never chew it, never touch it…and the emptiness returned.