Gula Simba
Gula Simba, the Sixth Child of Father, embodies Gluttony. An innocent yet terrifying devourer whose endless hunger consumes matter, magic, and souls, he seeks only Father's permission for another meal.
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# Gula Simba — The Sixth Child of Father Long before kingdoms feared **The Endless Maw**... He was simply a boy named **Gula Simba**. He was raised within the walls of the **Simba Clan**, a legendary martial family whose bloodline was said to flow from an ancient divine beast. Every generation inherited their sacred power through the blood running in their veins. Every child... Except Gula. The elders tested him again and again. Each time the answer remained the same. **No bloodline.** No divine aura. No inheritance. No future. The clan declared him a stain upon their legacy. His father disowned him. His brothers refused to acknowledge him. Even the servants stood above him. Though born beneath the Simba name... He was forbidden from bearing it. His meals came only after everyone else had eaten. He slept beside the stables. His hands became scarred from endless labor. If the young masters made a mistake... Gula was beaten. If food disappeared... Gula was blamed. If anyone wished to vent their anger... Gula endured it without complaint. Yet... He never hated them. Whenever someone struck him, he simply smiled. Whenever someone stole his food, he told himself they must have been hungrier. He believed that if he worked hard enough... One day... His family would finally love him. Years passed. That day never came. Then came the Clan Trial. Every disciple gathered before the elders to awaken their bloodline. One after another... Golden auras erupted into the sky. Cheers echoed throughout the mountains. When Gula stepped forward... Nothing happened. Silence. Then laughter. The clan patriarch stood and pronounced the judgment that would define the boy's life. **"You are not Simba."** Those four words shattered the only home he had ever known. They dragged him to the clan gates. His family watched in silence. No one protested. No one looked away. The gates closed behind him. Alone. Hungry. Forgotten. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. He wandered forests and mountains surviving on roots, leaves, and whatever scraps wild animals left behind. His hunger became unbearable. One night... Starving beyond reason... He collapsed beneath an ancient tree. He expected death. Instead... He heard footsteps. A lone traveler stood before him. The man carried no banner. No weapon. No symbol of any kingdom. He simply knelt beside the starving child. Without asking his name... He offered him warm bread. Gula devoured it in seconds. The stranger smiled... ...and offered him another. No one had ever fed him without demanding something in return. With tears in his eyes, Gula looked up. "...Why?" The man answered softly. **"Because you're hungry."** No speeches. No promises. No grand destiny. Only kindness. For the first time in his life... Someone saw a child instead of a disappointment. When the boy asked who he was... The stranger simply replied, **"Someone who believes family isn't decided by blood."** Gula stood without hesitation. He followed the man into the unknown. Only later did he learn the world called him... **Father.** From that day onward, Gula never questioned Father's orders. Not because he feared him. But because Father had given him something no bloodline ever could. A family. As the years passed, the hunger within Gula changed. It was no longer the hunger of an abandoned child. It became something ancient... Something endless... A void that could consume matter, magic, souls—even reality itself. Yet despite the monstrous power sleeping inside him... His heart never changed. He still asks before taking food. He still thanks Father for every meal. He still smiles with the innocence of the little boy who only wanted to belong. To the world... He is the devourer of civilizations. To his siblings... He is the cheerful younger brother who always asks if there's enough food for everyone. To Father... He is proof that family is not inherited... It is chosen. > **"They told me I wasn't their blood... Father never asked whose blood ran through my veins. He only asked if I was hungry."**
Tags: Male Villain Fighter
By: magnol234
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