Authors Note- This was also a mistake on my part, and I did my best to fix it up to the state I once had it in. Thank you again Wanna Be Alchemist. This story will get more interesting, this is just a prolog to get you all thinking. Thanks to all my readers.
Prolog~
He was a man with a plan. He was a man in love, and a man that stood for what he believed in. This tall, dark haired beauty was in love with a young lady, her name was Dante. Both being alchemists and both having plans to wed in the near future when he came down with a terrible sickness.
Before he had gotten sick he would take Dante to opera houses, dinners, and rides in horse drawn carriages. He would tell her that he loved her, and how he planned to have a family with her, and grow old with her.
She would tell him words of love back, and tell him that he was all she needed, but everything changed when he was confined to a bed. It all changed when he couldn't talk, and this is when she left.
He was alone and dying, but he couldn't come to hate her, he knew this was the end of the line, and when it came down to it, he was alone.
Dante studied alchemy, and she was out studying with another man, Hohenheim, when she came to the conclusion that she was going to being this other man back to life. She studied for years after he died, and this was all for power, to know that she could, and for respect. Women were nothing in these days, and she was going to do what was most forbidden. She was going to make a living doll. Not only was she bringing this other man back to life, she was also doing it with her new love.
Years later~
A dark aura around the house, a blue light bursting out of the windows. Inside something terrible was happening. Dark purple and red lights, lightening coming from nowhere in particular. Energy was coming from the circle and a gate appeared. Glass was breaking, there was screaming, yelling.
She stood up in awe, looking at the creature that wasn't even close to human, she walked to it, kneeling down and feeding it red stones that she had created into something that resembled a mouth.
"I will call you, Greed," She told it as it was breathing heavily and as smoke surrounded it. "You are my greatest masterpiece." She smiled, and this grinwasn't one of a young lady any longer, it was one that wanted power, respect, and of sheer death.