Greed will always want more. That's part of what greed is. No matter how much you have, it's never enough… But what happens when you obtain what you've wanted for so long? You cherish it… Greed can become Pride. What happens when you loose it? You look for it… thus Greed can become Envy. Greed is the basic instinct of all the sins, the root of their power… In this sense, all of the Homunculi share power in one another. Greed is the Ultimate Sheild, Lust is the Ultimate Lance, and Pride has the Ultimate Eye. The other homunculi each had a unique aspect that made them powerful, superior, stronger than a human.
He hated them all. They were fools. They thought that Dante would help them become human. In every case, with the exception of Sloth, she was the reason for their superhuman powers in the first place. She was the one who had tracked each of them down when they'd been born, fed them the stone, made them grow stronger... and for what? To be her plaything. The Homunculi were her dogs, and nothing more. Greed had misbehaved from the start, and so, like a bad puppy, she had locked him away in a kennel until he has been freed accidentally.
He'd gathered followers since then, a ragtag gang of chimeras from the same laboratory he'd been imprisoned in. They all shared a hatred of the Homunculi, but to Greed they were assets. Each one represented an investment, something that would work in his favor.
And she'd killed them all so easily. Lust had arrived, with Gluttony, and slaughtered the lot of them, with the exception of Martel. In less than an hour, the beginnings of his revenge had been swept away. So, alone, Greed took the only course of action left to him. He would either kill Dante himself, and take control of the Homunculi, or die trying. He knew where she would be. It had been part of the plan to use the mansion as her base of operations. He remembered that she had once told him that it had been his. He scoffed as he left the forest and approached his old home.
Greed kicked aside the mansion's front door with ease. Slowly, with his hands in his pockets, he walked forward into the house. He wasn't sure exactly why he had been drawn there, but at that point it didn't matter. He hadn't taken four steps into the home when a young woman approached him from the darkened corridor on his left. Greed stopped to look at her as she got nearer, puzzled. Dante should have been the only one in the house. The crazy bitch liked to live alone. She liked to look down on people from far away, rarely interacting with other humans.
A servant was out of the question.
"Who are you?" He asked, intrigued.
"The reason you have returned here is because this is where you were born." the young woman told Greed.
He paused. Suddenly this felt a lot more dangerous that. She knew too much already.
He simply squinted his eyes at her, a dark glare in his hard eyes. She turned to leave and he followed into the darkened hall.