It was a morbid beauty he desired, and had, and always would. He was a combination of his deadly sin brethren. He was full of greed, lust, wrath, sloth, gluttony. But most of all, he was Envious. The dark green color that had a unique look to it fit the atrocious beauty perfectly. If Envy couldn't have something his way, he would simply destroy the brilliantly bright, yet unreachable thing. If he couldn't have it, nobody could.
And that's exactly what happened to his little alchemist pet. The blond boy was buried in his own sins, yet he had a childish innocent that would never be lost. His whole existence was an oxymoron. Dirty, yet clean, disgusting, yet perfectly graceful. His sun kissed hair and golden orbs once filled with life and sheer bravery were now empty, messy and meaningless. But deep down, he was still the hero he once was. And Envy knew that perfectly.
Envy soon found out that no matter how hard he tried to do the impossible, he would never be able to own the heavenly being, nor would he be able to become it. The deep dark thoughts and memories within him which even the Devil himself feared could never turn into perfectly innocent ones. The day he realized the harsh truth, Envy made up his mind. He had no choice but to destroy the boy. And he wouldn't rest until he saw the Angel Fall down and get his wings ripped off.
With the sharp thrusts and the painful stabs, the hero within the alchemist started dieing. Stuck in the unmerciful claws of his personal Grim Reaper, he writhed with pain. The cold touch on his bare skin made him shiver like no other. As the Envious monster continued shattering his mind and his insides, the blond would hang his head lowly, weeping as he disappeared more and more. The alchemist was waiting for the day that he would be put in a hole six feet under. Yet little did he know, his 'master' had different plans for him.
Envy would kill him over and over again, and then bring him back to life. He enjoyed the boy's pain; it was a remainder of the green monster's one failure in life. Yet, he still envied the boy. As broken as he was, he still had that innocent look. And Envy hated that. He hated that more than anything he ever did.
A/N: Hmm, I guess this is the longest drabble I've ever written. Reviews are loved, so is contructive criticism