Sebastian wandered through the forest, the woodsmen in his stomach wriggling and thrashing as they were slowly digested. He had just finished a mid-day meal and was feeling full, his stomach protruding outwards with the squirming form of the unfortunate woodsmen he had just swallowed.

"Keep kicking all you want, woodsman. It won't change your fate of ending up as my ass fat.."

He leaned on his staff for support as he made his way through the underbrush, his antlers scraping against the occasional low-hanging branch. A satisfied smile crossed his face as he patted his stomach, feeling the squirming prey within.

As Sebastian continued on his way, he happened upon a small clearing in the forest, a stream gurgling cheerfully nearby. He decided to take a break and sat down on a nearby log, still rubbing his bloated stomach. The woodsmen inside were still struggling, but their movements were becoming weaker as he digested them.

"Not long now, so I hope you've prayed to whatever God out there cause your soul isn't returning to them."

He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the forest around him, enjoying the peaceful ambiance as a few runes on his belly began to glow and absorb the woodsman's soul once he had passed.