She loved herself.
The bodies changed, the flesh was transient, but the deep satisfaction within herself remained. Her soul, her mind, was still the same, and she loved herself for this. She supposes at one time she must have loved something beyond herself - after all, what else could explain this dead boy in that grotesque shell in front of her? He's a good servant, obedient and just as cruel as she has always been. But how could that be? He was not her son, not born of her flesh and blood. He was merely a shadow, with no ties to Dante or her very first lover at all. No ties except creation, she supposes.
She thinks of her lover, Hohenheim of Light. The man who abandons his lovers and leaves his families without a single whisper. She thinks that she would hate him, if she could make herself care.
This new body - this young body, with its supple, rosy skin, so unlike her ancient one before, which itself felt like a cobweb, creaky, dusty, old. This body has thick lips and cheeks and a fine hourglass figure she would have envied, had she not taken it. It is a glorious feeling, to possess a body that is not one's own. Powerful. So powerful.
She can't entirely recall what her original form looked like, and this does not worry her. Flesh decays, while her mind, her soul, and her name would live forever.
And what a name it is. Dante, queen of the inferno, Dante of darkness, of night. She is proud to be the antithesis of everything her first lover ever tried to be.
Others call her Master but they have never mattered. Once she was called Mother but that, too, has passed. Nothing remains, everything withers, except for a name. A name that transcends centuries, a name that defies time. And a name that forever will exist, until the angels abandon their graves and she meets her son again, not this disfigured imitation of him.
And really, she thinks, watching her Envy hate his own creator, if you're truly upset over being alive, then it's God you must speak to. It's his fault, after all.
It always has been, dear Wilhelm, for taking you so young.