Envy walked along in silence, fists settled against his hips and a thoughtful expression on his face. 400 years he had lived, he had learned to block everything out, learned to deny the fact he was abandoned, though he still chased his one ultimate goal, he fought for it, he desired it. He yearned for it. To be rid of the man who had once called him his son. Who said he had loved him and cared for him. It was all a lie. All of it.
He had shifted his forms many time, he had lived he had shut everything out and he had killed. He had done anything to stay alive so he could find that bastard and get rid of him forever. Hohenheim. His violet eyes flared up, narrowing and a growl forming in the back of his throat. He had something to hold onto. Something that kept him in this damned world. The fact he could kill Hohenheim. Slowly and painfully.
But this world was starting to annoy him. It was starting to get empty. 400 years seemed so long now. And still he hadn't find the Elric bastard. Still he hadn't got his revenge. He had been abandoned and rejected! But he had drowned all his pain in hate, hate and blood. He acted like he didn't care. Mocking everyone, imitating and shifting himself into them.
But all he wanted was what was stolen away from him. What was ripped away from him. He wanted to have his old life back. He wanted his father back with him. But he denied the fact he wanted, he shoved it away, he embraced the darkness inside himself, he became cold and soulless. Instead of stopping it, he made it grow, more and more and more. His hatred was eating away at him.
Maybe... Maybe if things had turned out differently, he didn't had the void inside of him, he could've turned out differently. He could've stayed the person he was long ago. But he took the different path. He left his past behind. He despised it.
He changed his form, made himself look nothing like his father anymore, made himself look like this, he didn't wanted to look like his father. He hated his father, but on the same time he yearned for his attention. He pushed it away, he didn't thought about it anymore. What he once was, that was dead now. And he didn't cared. Nothing mattered anymore.
But his past. It always made him think of all that he had lost. It also made him think of the Bastard again... And it filled his body with hatred, a hatred burning stronger then anything in the world, a hatred that was consuming him.
But he never had wanted it to come out like this. He never wanted to become this. It was all Hohenheim's fault, all of it. Hohenheim was a bastard. First he died, then the idiot brought him back, only to leave him behind, only to go to that bitch and make a perfect little family there. It wasn't fair, he was the first born, he should've gotten all the glory. But instead he got nothing but 400 years filled with hatred and loneliness.
And so. He vowed to kill Hohenheim.
Years and years ago he had vowed to kill him.
Just like Hohenheim had killed him from the inside.
'You wait, Father Dearest. Pride comes before the fall...'
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