pray for me, you fucker, if you fucking dare
-emilie autumn, 'misery loves company'
She's a sin, and she knows it.
Mind you, she's by far the most complex one in comparison to Gluttony or Sloth. But even the most beautiful, most fascinating of homunculi is still a dark tangle of would-bes and shouldn't-have-beens.
It's irony at its finest, really. They're less than human, no, even less than less than human. They're alchemized beings, either despised or feared with very little in between in those two emotions.
And yet the leader of the very sprawling yet somehow still very broken land of Amestris is one himself. She can only imagine the reaction that Amestris would have, a revolt with pitchforks and screaming children perhaps. A war to rival that of the Ishvals. And all over catching sight of the burgundy colored tattoo that's hidden behind a patch of dark fabric, but yes, it's there.
She thinks it's foolish to hide such a thing. None of the Ishvals hide the long, intricate tattoos winding down their arms, so why should they hide the small Uroboros marks conveniently placed in easy to hide areas? In a way, it's admitting that they're less than human.
Perhaps her drive for that feeling of humanity to come surging into her veins comes from her namesake sin. She's the red, hot feeling that men feel when they look at her and struggle to keep their eyes on her face. Alternatively, she's the urge rising in the throat of an armed soldier to just kill already. She's the chaste girl exploring in the night for the first time.
She's lust, and no one can quench lust. It's always there, an almost childish emotion that makes people blush and stutter. She's always felt that there's too much fear surrounding lust, humanity treats it as though it's almost as bad as something like human transmutation.
It's as though they're afraid to feel the need for something natural and physical. That they've built up some sort of immunity to what's real humanity with their steaming, sputtering cars and their plumbing and their electric fridges.
And that's why she picked Jean Havoc. Because he was never afraid to feel lust, even if it was in an awfully immature way. All she needed to do was pull down her dress a little and smile, and he was already had. Envy always told her that she was unnecessarily provocative, but if they are truly equal to humans, they should at least have the right to the same sorts of pleasures as humans.
And Havoc told her everything she needed to know. Unintentionally, of course. No one ever intended for lust to cloud their eyes and make their mouths run with words just as quickly as the bit of drool over the feeling spills out of their mouths.
As she sinks her claws into Havoc's back, a smile plays on her carefully glossed lips. Because bloodlust is even more powerful than sexual lust, really, the two are one and the same. Havoc cries out in pain and Mustang screams, and Lust's smile turns to a grin.
The thing that people don't realize is that however many times they try to keep themselves chaste, lust will always, always find its way into their heads.
a/n: i haven't finished fullmetal alchemist:brotherhood yet but i find myself quite infatuated with lust. it's a pity that she died the way she did. i claim no ownership to this series.