Greed

Patience 

The stone lay quietly in its groove of hard stone somewhere far beneath the Earth’s surface. Of course the stone was much farther underground than any humans have ever dug before. The stone was very much aware of its pursuers. It listened to the ground cry out in pain as they continued to delve deeper into the depths randomly, nowhere near the stones true location of course. At one time the stone had listened to the many voices that were cast into the darkness, humoring them as it listened to them slowly disappear, soaking in the despair and desperation their poor souls were giving off. 

That was the secret to the stones creation, the evils that humans create inside themselves. Over thousands of years that the emotions had been flowing, spreading all around the world, being soaked up by the soil sadly as humans began to destroy themselves from the inside out. More and more evils were created, and the soil slowly began to overflow with the putrid substance, forcing it to take drastic measures and begin weaving the hate through the hard stone. The evil began to fester and grow, concentrating itself down into a tangible object, a small stone that glowed every known color of the rainbow, and many more after that. 

The stones discovery was an accident, of course. Harsh machines cut through the stone, barely managing to chip a piece off of its horrible beauty. A mere piece was all the humans needed. They soaked up the magic of the stone, gazing into its captivating depths until they could no longer see the world, bathing in the glory of their own memories like selfish animals. Once the stone was lost, the humans need to find a way to receive more. To quench their cravings of lust. Leading to the countless human deaths, leading to the endless digging for a stone that sits so far below the surface, no human could dream of exposing it by his own hand. 

There was a deep rumble from beneath the stones resting spot, an angry lash that rose from the depths of the earth and threatened to strike apart the unfortunate ground above it. The stone felt the dirt begin to crumble before anyone else, bracing itself while the endless amounts of beatings were unleashed upon the foolish humans above. Listening to the tortured cries of those once again destined to meet their doom in the darkness, the stone began to feed once more. But its feeding was rudely interrupted but a small breaking sound that shot through the earth like a gun shot. Unable to move, the stone could only lay as a piece of its own body was severed by the cruel rumbling, lost forever in the cold dirt that was being shifted. Forever lost, is where the stone should have stayed. 

The stone could feel the mans gaze on its helplessly broken shard that had somehow reached the cold surface world. It could feel the endless greed brewing inside of the man, sapping the stones powers for his own selfish pleasure. As the stone feasted upon the cries and evils of the dying men, hundreds of feet below the air, it noticed a new source of food. As the fragment was passed around from man to man, a new type of evil became accessible to the stone, a form of nourishment that excited the stones own evils inside. A form of food that reached the stone, regardless of the distance it between the two. 

Hungrily, the stone began to feed upon the bottomless greed of the men. Slowly, the stone began to sap away all of their power, all of their life, consuming them all entirely until they were mere husks of their former selves. The stone enjoyed the food, lapping up every kind of evil it could get its hands on, and becoming very upset when it could not get its way. 

Somewhere, deep below the stone, in a cavern so far underneath the rock that it could never hope to notice its presence. A new form of evil is brewing, concentrating and growing until finally, it takes on a tangible form, and the feeding begins once again in the endless cycle of greed.