Volo

Volo is the god of appetite and desire. He is not worshipped but remembered as a lesson. Instead, Visara is honored in her sacrifice to keep Volo in check.
Volo had a great appreciation for everything in the world. The color of flowers delighted him. The height of the mountains held him in awe. He endeavored to see, hear, feel, and taste all Creation. His siblings were impressed by his passion, even the gods of Chaos paused their games to be thankful for their home.
Alas, Volo began to think that to fully appreciate, he must possess. The birds would sing and Vole’s ears devoured their songs, never to be heard again. Volo’s skin drank up the soft grasses of the valley when he lay down and left it a barren ditch. The smell of fresh rain was snorted up Volo’s nose, forever denied to anyone else.
Volo had an epiphany. The sun gave life to everything. He concluded if he possessed it, he would also possess the world. So he drank deeply from the sun’s rays with his eyes and sopped it up with his skin. Volo grew large and the world drew dim. The other gods were alarmed as their home faded, and they lamented because Volo was now too massive to stop.
Volo grew large enough to pluck the sun from the sky and eat it. But before it could be done, he noticed Visara on his shoulder, the smallest of his sisters. My brother, She said, Before you eat our sun, you have not tasted a god. You may have me if you so desire. Volo was pleased by her offer and swallowed his sister whole. Then he reached for the sun. But Visara pinched and twisted his gut, and Volo could not eat. Visara was so upsetting Volo was forced to vomit. Everything he consumed was spewed back into the world, all sounds and sights, flavors and feelings, every sensation.
Volo was reduced and left empty, except for Visara in his belly. She remained to tweak his stomach anytime he tried to consume something. When Volo realized he was doomed to hunger forever, he determined to live vicariously through others. And so it is known Volo stokes the appetites of all people to excess in an effort to satisfy his own.
There is a saying concerning those who are ruled by their desires: they eat the sun.
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