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The Sin of a Homunculus

Chapter one: The Ishvalan

Tennessee

Olivia sat, still and unmoving, watching the heavy wooden door inches from her face. The room was quiet and dark, with the only light coming from under the door that kept her in, locked away from the rest of the world. But what did it matter? She did not need to be with the rest of the world, because there was nothing left in the world for her anymore. Her family was dead, her friends were dead, even those she had only seen and waved hello to from time to time, were dead.

She blinked hard in the darkness and waited for a sound, a clank of chains, a scream, but nothing came, she was alone. All those that had been taken prisoner here and not killed on the spot had been killed anyway, picked off one by one so she was the only one of her kind in this place.

All she knew was that around this time every day a creature, yelling something terrible over his shoulder at whoever had upset him most recently, would walk to her cell with a tray of stale food and water and open the slot in the door with a quick "Here," and then slam it shut again without another word.

Most of the time the tray would hit the stone floor with a loud clatter before Olivia could catch it and she hardly ever caught the cup of water, leaving her little or no liquid by the time she actually snatched it up. She had no trouble eating the food off the dust caked ground, but as she scarfed down her small portion of all she had to eat that day she could hardly ignore the creature on the other side of the door opening the slot again to watch her scramble, laughing coldly.

He had been the only person she had seen in her entire stay here and to be honest, as cruel as he was he had grown on her slightly. She knew he wouldn't change and she didn't want him to, it would have made it odd. But even though he had made a spot for himself in her thoughts it didn't change how much she hated him, how much she wanted him to perish in some accident, how much she wanted to die by his hand.

One could hardly say Olivia was half of herself anymore. She once was a person that anyone could ask anything from and she would do it. She would give up herself and everything else she needed to do just to help a friend, and even those that were not her friends. Everyone had known who she was, even though she may not have known who they were she had probably done something for them at one point in time. Now the only thing she could look forward to was a tray of moldy bread and a cold laugh from someone she had done no wrong to.

"You damn idiot!" the creature shouted from outside her cell, "Why don't you make yourself useful and dig a hole! I'll bury you in it later! Food time, girly."

Olivia scrambled to her feet as the slot opened and she could see a pair of violent purple eyes looking in at her. The light shined in her red eyes and dark skin, the distinguishing features of an Ishvalan. Her hair came to the back of her knee considering it hadn't been cut in years and it had already been pretty long, and it was knotted and tangled. And she was so thin from lack of nourishment her ribs could have been seen even at a distance.

"Hungry?"

Olivia gave him the satisfaction he was looking for without realizing it simply by nodding.

"Oh well then I guess I'll just stand here for a little while and eat my food," he said taking a few steps back so he was leaning against the wall opposite her and began to bite into a sandwich he had obviously brought to use against her, the tray of her food now under his arm.

He was thin with a great deal of muscle on his upper, gymnastically skilled, body and arms. His hair was long, came to his elbows, and was so black it had a greenish ting to it. A tattoo of a serpent eating its own tail rested on his upper left leg. He wore a wide malevolent grin and had a terrible set of purple red eyes darkened with hate, sporting a vertical pupil. Those that knew him, and very few got away with their lives once they had, knew him as Envy.

Olivia had wondered about this at first, wondering who would name their child after one of the seven deadly sins, but she soon found that he was not a human nor was he ever a child. He could control his form, had even tortured her by turning into people she had known. In her eyes he was the most merciless, evil, vile, creature she would ever know.

"… Please?" Olivia said, her voice weak.

Envy looked up from his food with a grin, then went back on eating.

"… I'm hungry…."

Again he did nothing more than look at her.

"The food I got yesterday was good enough to eat without getting sick."

"Not my problem," he said still chewing.

Olivia did not move for a few seconds, then slid down the wall and lay on the ground with her face in her hands.

Envy scowled and walked back to her door. "Hey! I asked if you were hungry!"

Olivia did not reply.

"If you want this food you'll get up right now!"

Olivia stood up.

"That's better; now beg."

Olivia folded her hands and bowed her head to the sin.

"And?"

"Thank you for the food very much, Master Envy. I am pathetic and weak and I don't deserve to be alive. My life is at the mercy of the brilliant Envy, and I will not forget this…" she said like rehearsed.

Envy set his jaw in anger, he did not like how she had made a habit of not fighting back, it made this game less enjoyable.

"Please," Olivia said hanging on the door and beginning to slide down it again.

"Just take the damn food!" he growled shoving the tray through before she could catch it.

She dove to the floor and scrambled for the cup, which she didn't manage pick up until all the water had drained from it.

"Why?" Olivia exclaimed jumping to her feet so fast Envy didn't have a chance to close the slat and suddenly a hand was at his throat. "What did I ever do to deserve this? If there's an ounce of goodness in your soul you'll kill me now!"

"Sorry," he said unapologetically, "I haven't got a soul."

Olivia exclaimed and Envy heard her dead weight hit the ground while she continued to cry.

"Heh," he sighed turning on his heels and walking back down the long corridor he had come from, his feet making the only sound that would be heard until he reached the upper level of the playhouse and entered one of the rooms that was to his left.

"Lust?" exclaimed a voice as the homunculus known as Gluttony jumped at Envy.

"No!" Envy retorted kicking him in the chest so hard he rolled across the floor. "When she gets back from her mission you'll know!"

"Eh… eh…" mumbled the creature returning to pacing the floor.

"Well?" asked a woman named Dante sitting in the corner of the room looking through an ancient book that was just about as old as she was. She had long grey hair tied back into a bun, an almost purple shade of eyes, and wrinkles that ran over heard face like tattoos, and was also the sins mother if he had ever been brought into this world alive. She didn't look up from her book at Envy as he sat down in one of the chairs.

"Well what?" Envy replied reaching for a pile of books and papers on the table beside him for something to do.

"Is she still alive?"

"Is who still alive?"

"Do you take me for a fool?" Dante spat becoming irritated, "You know perfectly well who."

Envy leaned back in his chair and said nothing to aggravate her further.

"If you don't kill that girl soon I'm going to go do it myself!"

"Don't get so worked up," he groaned, "I'll do it."

"When? It's been several years, hasn't it?"

Envy nodded. "I've been taking care of them one at a time."

"I know you enjoy making humans suffer-"

"And the longer I keep her alive the longer she will suffer."

Dante sighed. "Just do it. I really don't care how, just take get rid of her soon."

"Uh-hu," he replied without any thought as he continued to sort through the items on the table.

"Mommy?" exclaimed a young voice breaking the silence, "I heard the door!"

"No!" Envy barked as the child homunculus Wrath flew down the stairs to their left and stopped abruptly in front of them. "Do I look like Sloth to you?"

Wrath shifted uncomfortably. He was thin and pale, with the exception of his right arm and left leg, which were too long from him and didn't look like they belonged on his body at all. His black hair ran all the way to his lower back and looked as if it had never been cut in his life, his eyes were the same shade as Envy's, a red purple, and he had sharp jagged teeth that looked like they should have belonged on a shark rather than the child.

"Well?"

"No, Envy…" he replied scuttling backward and standing behind Dante who was just a dangerous as Envy, if not more, but at this point also less irritated with him.

Envy scoffed in response and returned to his lax position in the chair.

"Wrath," Dante said looking back into her book, "Go outside for a moment."

Envy laughed at this as Wrath swallowed hard and followed Dante into the hall.

Dante turned to him once she was sure Envy could not hear them.

"Go find out why he's keeping her alive," she said sternly.

"… Huh?" he replied, "H-how?"

"I don't care, just find out. Now."

Wrath nodded. "Okay," and with that he continued past her down the dark hallway that lead to where Olivia was being held. He had never met her, or even seen her, but he knew where she was and he knew she was an Ishvalan so the filthy girl would be easy to spot.

Trotting down the hall slightly off balance due to the length of his left leg he stopped in front of the door and slid open the small slot, standing on his tiptoes to see in.

An arm shot through before he could do anything and grabbed him in around the neck, forcing his head into the door.

Wrath scrambled against her grip, eventually managing to pull himself away. He gasped and looked up at the door where a pair of red eyes had appeared, looking very worried.

There was a long silence where the eyes became weaker and weaker. Suddenly the girl on the other side of the door began to weep and the eyes disappeared. Wrath stood up and took a step back towards the door, he had never seen something like this, she was obviously beyond help. He could help but wonder what Envy had done to her.

"Hello?" Wrath asked.

The crying stopped and he could hear her getting up and her eyes appeared once again.

"Are you alright?" he said slowly.

"… You're one of them… aren't you?" Olivia asked.

Wrath nodded.

"… Where's Envy?" she continued straightening herself out.

"Um… not here. But, um, why are you still alive?" he asked slowly.

She narrowed her eyes and scoff, "I'd tell you if I knew."

"… So you don't know why?"

"No. I assumed he was pulling the strings."

"… Are you pretty?"

"What?"

"Are you pretty?"

"Uh…."

Wrath stood up on his toes and looked back in at her.

"Nope."

Olivia flushed in embarrassment and anger as he continued.

"Well if that's not it what is?" he sighed.

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe he was just cruel?"

"Oh I already know that, but he gets tired of torture. I mean it entertains him for a little while but after someone stops fighting back …."

"Am I being let go?" she asked rather suddenly.

"Huh? Oh, no. You're Envy's prisoner, it's his call."

"Then tell him to kill me," Olivia said very seriously.

"… I don't think he'll listen."

"Just tell him."

"Why do you wanna die?"

"… Why would I want to live?" she said solemnly.

"You tell me," Wrath replied.

"I don't have a reason to live… everyone I knew is dead." She said this with a strange tone in her voice. "Sometimes I forget my name… days on end I can't remember it."

"…."

"But when I remember it, it only brings me more pain."

Wrath by this point had picked up on the difference in her voice. It sounded depressed, sorrowful, suicidal.

"If I open the door you'll run?" Wrath asked slowly.

"… I don't have the strength."

Wrath stood motionless for a moment before reaching for the handle on the door.

"Wrath!" Envy exclaimed from halfway down the hall and in an instant he stood in front of the door having shoved Wrath to the ground. He looked through the slot in the door and then slammed it shut, leaving Olivia in darkness.

"What're you doing?" he spat.

"… Nothing," he lied plainly.

"You were gonna let her out!" he said advancing on the child.

"She needs to!" he said sticking up for the Olivia.

"Why?"

"Because she'll die otherwise!"

"I'll keep her alive!"

"But she'll never be happy!"

"What's that matter to you?"

"You're torturing her!" Wrath growled.

"I've never touched her!"

"She's gonna die!"

"I'm not gonna let her die!"

"She's gonna kill herself!"

"Why would she do that?"

"Because she'll already begging for death!"

"So? She won't die as long as I take care of her!"

"Why do you want her alive so badly anyways?"

Envy snarled and kicked Wrath as hard as he possibly could in the stomach. He fell backwards hitting his head on the stone ground.

Wrath sniffled and wiped his eyes.

"Go cry to your 'Mommy'," Envy replied coldly as Wrath jumped to his feet and ran past him back to Dante, but Envy could care less about getting in trouble, there was nothing that she could do to him that would make him regret anything, but he would soon learn otherwise.

Hey, my name is Tennessee and first off thanks for reading! Secondly I just want to let you know ahead of time that there will be a period of time that is lengthened during this story, this would be between episodes 30-40 about

Thanks again for reading and please review (all polite reviews are loved!) And I hope you tune in next Thursday for the next chapter!

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