Definition: overwhelming desire for more
Catilla wasn't always like she was. Once, she had light within her, and was an ordinary little girl.
Catilla wasn't always like she was. Once, she had light within her, and was an ordinary little girl.
She was raised as an only child by parents who were terribly poor. Growing up, Catilla didn't think anything of it, until others around her started to call her dirty names such as filth, beggar, and scum. Their words struck a nerve that never returned to normalcy. The words made her angry, and they tore at her heart. Surely she wasn't such names because she was poor, was she? Contemplating, she thought...and traced the words back to her situation. She began to cry, and decided to make a vow to herself. One such vow that required her to succeed, demanded even, that she mustn't fail. One vow that completely and utterly consumed her life purpose. To rise to the top.
She'd show them.
She'd show them.
Years passed, and Catilla indeed rose out of poverty, but at a cost. She never saw her parents, or her old home. She had no friends, she had no hobbies; all she did was work. Work and work and work. But she was happy. Or, at least that's what she thought that feeling growing inside of her was. But it was false, and she knew it. Still, determined to be at the top, she mentally shoved her sadness down. Way down deep. Soon, with a subconscious decision, she began to fill her unhappiness with material things. And it felt good. This, and that, and this. Oh, it was simply wonderful. She had money, jewels, fine linen, gold, and anything else she could grasp her hands on that felt affluent. But with each new purchase, she needed more. Each time she said to herself, "after this, then I'll be happy". But happy never came. Only a burning desire of wanting. And with the wanting, returned the aching burn of emptiness. But how could this be? She was the glorious one now, and them the filth. The scum. The beggars. For they had little, and she had so much.
Or did she.
That was the question that kept nagging in the folds of her brain. Day and night this question floated around in her head, stuck, as if in limbo. Who had she become? What had she become? No, she had become powerful, plentiful, and she had wealth. Wasn't this what her life purpose was? Had she not fulfilled her vow to herself?
But yet, empty. Empty was the feeling her being was flowing with. She knew the only way for her to be free was to give it all away. But she couldn't. She would not be scum again. She did not want anybody else to have anything, only her. All hers. Her. And her and her.
So. She made a decision. And it almost, made her feel happy.
She bought a beautiful chest, and filled it with all of her favorite possessions, which, of course, were the most valuable. This way, no one would be able to take her things away from her. This way, all of her things would be safe. This way, it could all be hers. Each night, she would open her chest, and check her possessions, making sure each item was present. But then, the visits became more frequent. A habit she called it, but that was not what it was. An obsession would be a more fitting word. It had consumed her, completely. Her mind, her heart, her life were all poisoned by the slime of greed.
In the very depths of her soul, there had been a sliver of a hope, a hope that she could put an end to her hunger for more. But that sliver was long gone now, passing out of her being, into the basin of her lonely life. For she had a choice. A choice to change, and be good again. Or to not be good again. And she chose. Wrong.
Without even knowing it, Catilla soon spent her days with her chest full of wealth, till the sun smiled no more and the moon began to glow.
And one night, she was tired.
And one night, she opened up the chest.
And one night, she crawled inside.
And one night, Catilla chose.
And one night, she chose wrong.
And one night, she never came back out.
Greed.
Definition: overwhelming desire for more
