He. Had. A new one?
She. Was. Pregnant?
That bitch!
Dante threw her glass of champagne across the room in utter disgust, as if the glass itself was Trisha Elric's pitiful head.
"Pregnant?" she spat out the word as if it was thick, green phlegm.
Her spy, her envious spy, nodded, "Yeah. That bastard's expecting a kid."
"How far is she?" snapped Dante, cringing at the very thought.
"She's about eight months, bastard says if it's a boy he's gonna name it Edward."
"What a ridiculous name!" Dante continued spitting out her words venomously. Feeling a headache come on, she waved a hand, "Leave me."
Once she was alone, she flipped over the side table in fury.
Hohenheim of Light had found another woman, some country bumpkin, some--ugly--whore that wasn't even beautiful! And she was pregnant! Pregnant!
What of her? Did Hohenheim not think of Dante?
That bitch! That slut! How dare she?!?!?! All of Dante's fury was aimed not at Hohenheim, but at this--Trisha--as if she was the one who seduced Hohenheim, perhaps hypnotized him even.
Yes, it was much better to think of it that way.
Hohenheim would never--ever--go with that bitch willingly unless there was some type of ancient magic or hocus pocus crap involved.
Dante sighed, her headache turning into a terrible migraine--or perhaps that was her brain, decomposing inside. She sighed once more. This body wouldn't hold up very long. She would have to hurry and find a new one.
"Envy!" she yelled.
The homunculus walked in, "Yeah, what?"
"Keep an eye on them. And don't do anything at all unless I state otherwise."
"Crap, and here I was hoping you'd tell me to kill the stupid bitch."
"No, no. Just watch them. Tell me of anything else that is news."
"All right, all right..."
Envy disappeared into the shadows again.
Dante bit her rotting tongue.
Oh, Trisha Elric, you will pay dearly for taking my Hohenheim from me...
This was really, really random. I tried hard to keep Dante and Envy's characters intact. I wasn't too successful, apparently...well, I'd appreciate a review.