Sin: Minor and Major?
A/N: Hello, this is my first fanfic so I hope that is good. Please R&R. I have no problem with constructive criticism, but please don't flame me. At the same time, please be honest. If you tell me what you don't like, then I can improve. Then we'll both be happy because I'll become a better writer and you won't have to read horrible writing. Of course you could always just read a different fanfic...Anyways, on a different note, in the title, yes, the question mark is supposed to be there. And now I must hurry and finish up the author's note because my violent muse is already screaming at me to kill off one of the characters and the story hasn't even started yet. So, just a few important notes-
"talking"
'thinking'
Dreaming
Okay, that's it. enjoy the fanfic.
Chapter1: Birth of new sin
At first there were seven deadly sins, laid down as law by religion. Not being able to refrain from these sins, humans eventually gave them form. However, man's evil did not end there. The vileness of humanity spread until all of their wrongdoings and inner, sickening desires and actions gave birth to more sins. Eventually, those sins became known as minor sins, though they were no less evil than the original seven. One day these sins would be given physical form as well. They would be manifested by a new batch of foolish alchemists attempting to play god. They would try to create human life and would instead make monsters.
The homunculus threw back a rope of long dark hair as he stared at the building before him. The old house was nothing to look twice at. Its paint was flaking off and over half of the shutters had been unhinged. The flowers that had once grown in the window boxes had long since withered and become overrun with weeds that now climbed the windows and drooped over the wooden sides. The entire estate, in fact, and the neighbor-less miles that surrounded them were enshrouded in an air of decay and long-abandonment. This particular house was entirely insignificant in the country it lay in. Yet, the young man, dressed only in a stomach-less, turtleneck-like shirt and a miniskirt, sat in the cold autumn air and braved the ice cold winds that nipped at his overly slender frame to silently and patiently watch the house. A smirk graced his lips as a flare of red light poured out of the front, right, second storey room's windows and an agony filled scream filled the empty air. He clutched the red stones more tightly in his right hand and started toward the now silent and un-illuminated building.
Arnold Seweitzer, age thirty six and an alchemist of twenty three years, had spent almost his entire life studying human transmutation. Tonight, he had out his long obtained knowledge to work and use as he tried to bring back his twenty three years dead, six years old, little sister back to life. He had, as all of the others foolish enough to try and act the part of god, failed in his attempt. He lost his own life during the transmutation and left behind only a pile of flesh, blood and bones in the center of the transmutation circle he had drawn on the empty room's floor. The corner of the oddly dressed homunculus' mouth twitched as he surveyed the gory scene. Laughing silently to himself, he walked toward the twitching lump of organs at the room's center. As he looked down at the failed human transmutation before him his face broke out into a genuine smile. Finding a mouth in the thing's grotesque form, he leaned over and fed it the red stones from his hand. In another flash of red the meant-to-be-human grew a full body and stared up at him. As it slowly got to its feet he saw an Ouroboros, a red tattoo of snake eating its tail, on the small of its back. Still moving slowly, it turned to face him. He grinned unrestrainedly at the girl of about fourteen years before him.
Hello, Malice." His grin grew, if possible, even wider. "I'm your big brother, Envy."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please, please, please R&R. The future of this story may rest in your hands.