Author's Notes: Ha! Lol, anyone expect one from Truth? Because that's what this one is! I love stuff with Truth which makes me sad that he's never once appeared as a main character for a fic even though his name is on the list (unlike other characters such as Selim and Marcoh! ! ! DX)
Divine Punishment
Truth was one. He was all. He was the world. He was God. He was everything. He was nothing. He had many names and identities and He was the master of the world because He was the world. And such as He had created it, it obeyed the laws and consequences that He had set, namely the principle of Equivalent Exchange, a universal law of equal forces pushing against each other to create a neutral component and a net value of zero. The world continued on and He waited for no-one. The humans were endlessly intriguing today. They had now reached a critical juncture in which all their hopes rested on the shoulders of one man who had once been the country's enemy. The outcome of the battle between the scarred warrior and the hardened soldier would decide the world's fate.
He had been following the scarred one's journey for years now for His own personal reasons, so did not focus on him so much. His opponent was Wrath, Fuhrer King Bradley, Number 12, and the youngest 'son' of Homunculus, though they were completely unrelated, a human man who had lived for 60 years and spent about 40 of them as a homunculus. He feared nothing. No man, nor machine, nor God. No, he didn't even fear Himself nor death. He just fought. Fought and lived to fight some more. An endless cycle. Truth had to admit that he was a persistent one. His soul had dominated the thousands that had invaded his body during his youth and it had continued to dominate on the battlefield and in political situations. Wrath was one of the few humans that Truth admired for this reason. It was very difficult to find such strong souls that had the capability of overcoming a philosopher's stone simply to survive when death was so much simpler. But alas, He couldn't let him live. He had taken too many lives, both directly and indirectly and the equation was unbalanced. The first step to fixing the scale was to remove that which was tipping it. Such a pity, but His emissary was already in place to carry out His will, whether he knew it or not.
"Surely somewhere in the darkest depths of your heart," Bradley raised the sword up, his arm poised to lash out and stab the nameless Ishvalan right at the cross-section of the scar on his forehead, "You began to believe that there was no God in this world at all!"
Truth smiled one of those wide grins of His. The only warning. The last warning. Then the moon moved over a fraction of an inch and struck the blade, reflecting back into Wrath's eyes and blinding him. This was His emissary's chance and he took it. There was no God in this world, eh? He had given him the death he'd always wanted. Wrath had never believed in Him, always believing that it was men to be weary of. What more fitting end to a godless man that at the hands of a religious man and His own chosen emissary?
I figure that Truth likes watching peoples' lives. I mean, it's not like there's anything else for Him to do (being stuck in an empty white world with nothing but a door and all that). And also, I figure that if it weren't for God watching out for Scar, he'd have died a long time ago. I mean really, there are so many times when Scar "should" have died (technically), but he didn't (YAY! Happy fangirl! XD)