Warnings: Very morbid, dark humor. Envy being extremely violent. Lust's perspective. Song "Total Slaughter" taken from Trigun.
Total Slaughter
It was excessive, really. They'd had orders to 'clear the streets' yes, but those orders hadn't involved killing every man, woman, and child in sight. Especially not when she had to follow along behind Envy as he…
Was he skipping now?
She supposed they couldn't very well have Gluttony wandering off on his own, though, so here she was. It just wouldn't do, after all, for there to be any signs left that this massacre had ended with soldiers bearing wounds very similar to those of the dead civilians. Once again, she was stuck cleaning up after Envy's indiscretion.
Where had he found a sword?
Honestly, for being the oldest of them, he had the attention span of a toddler. And while she had few enough morals herself, Envy made her look like a saint. She resisted the urge to massage her forehead, looking away as a child stumbled and fell. She and Gluttony caught up to Envy as he paused to carve something illegible into the back of a victim. She needed to have a long talk with him about 'appropriate' behavior. He just-
She couldn't stop herself from blinking in astonishment.
Was he… was he singing now?
Against her better judgment, she stepped closer as he rose and began looking through windows and doorways for anyone he might have missed. His singing was unmistakable.
Total slaughter, total slaughter.
I won't leave a single one alive.
La de da de dai, genocide.
La de da de duh, an ocean of blood.
Let's begin the killing time.
…For the first time in her life, Lust found herself speechless. Envy skipped off, disappearing around a corner to a chorus of screams. Gluttony was pulling at her arm, needing her attention. Envy wasn't her problem; why should she care if he carried himself with the bearing his position deserved or not?
Directing Gluttony to eat any further bodies they found with 'Envy wuz here' carved into them, she contemplated the damage control she would have to do here. It would be extensive thanks to the little sociopath. She grinned as the old saying ran through her head with a new twist: like Mother, like son.