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A/N:Alright, here's another serious story. The chapters should be pretty short, but hopefully I'll update quickly. Enjoy!
I am a failure. Why, you ask? The reason is simple. I never succeeded, and one who never succeeds is unquestionably a failure. In my creation, I was meant to be the son of Van Hohenheim resurrected. I failed at that, and I was never acknowledged by my "father" as his son. He rejected me, spurned me, and abandoned me, my comrades, and our leader.
The second thing I attempted was to help that same leader in her goal of gaining immortality. Granted, in my mind, that is a foolish goal, and I only helped her because it would allow me to kill more humans, something I enjoy immensely. Be that as it may, the point is, I failed at that task as well. My master was devoured by one of my counterparts, Gluttony, after she destroyed his mind in an attempt to make him powerful enough to eat Edward Elric.
The next task, this being one I took upon myself, was to find and kill the man who created me, the man I once called "Father". Van Hohenheim. Arrogant, naive, misguided, and foolish as he may be, he is a hard man to find. I passed through the Gate of Truth into a world called Earth. I began tracking down my father. I found him. But I was captured by an organization called the Thule Society. I was used as a main component in an attempt to open a portal between worlds, so some greedy fool could take over the universe or some such. Not only that, but, to add insult to injury, that bastard Hohenheim tricked me into creating the portal for Edward Elric to travel back to Amestris from Germany.
From the first moments of my existence, I have been a failure. All the way to the last recorded moments of my existence, I have been a failure still. But those moments were not my last. They were, perhaps, my last meaningful moments in the events that shape the fate of worlds, but even so, I lived on. After that, I began my quest to gain something from my life. Not to "correct the errors of my ways", no, none of that for me. But to find meaning in my life, yes. To succeed at something, for the first time.
I am a failed homunculus. I am Envy. This is my story.