A/N: Thank you, Right Is Never Wrong, Artificial Life Creator and Nerrin for reviewing. To Right Is Never Wrong's question, this story takes place after the movie. It's been sixty years since then, so everyone from the series is dead, except Envy of course, but he's a special case. Concerning the world itself, not much has changed. The military is still in control and everyone still hates Ishbalans. I mention this because it's important later in the story. On a less serious note. Artificial Life Creator, a Honumculus with a multiple personality disorder would be hilarious! I don't think I've read any fanfics with any homunculus like that…it would be very entertaining, though. Anyways, onto the story!
Chapter 21: Vanity's burning
Flames. Beautiful, glorious, scorching, blazingly hot flames. Vanity loved everything about them. She loved how they turned once solid buildings to ash. She loved how they licked her unburnable skin. She loved how the heat rolled off them. She loved how once they were burning hot enough, not even rain could put them out. She loved how thick, coiling smoke drifted off them. She loved how they turned skin and flesh to charred black. Vanity breathed in deeply, savoring the taste of ash and smoke that each breath brought. She let her eyes drift close while listening to the shriek and cries of those caught in her wonderful flames.
Her eyes reopened as a crunching sound reached her ears. A burned, ash covered child scrambled frantically out from around a corner. As Vanity watched, they stumbled and fell, looking back where they had come with a face twisted by mind-numbing terror. Soon the reason for the child's fear became evident as Pride appeared with a woman whose look of panic exceeded the boy's thrown over one shoulder. Pride grabbed the child roughly by the throat and threw him over his other shoulder. Then he leapt away, the woman's shrieks of terror fading as the homunculus carried her and the boy towards the pit that already held most of the Fairfold populace, screaming and squirming as bodies, tortured in terror, tried to escape their prison. Vanity lowered her eyelids once again.
'that's better.' She sighed and grinned as the fire that had been slowly burning towards her, reached her ankles. Now that everyone was gone she could let herself go. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her body was bathed in the heat of the flames that entrapped her. No one deserved to share in this moment with her. No one deserved to share her flames. No one deserved to share in her pleasure.
A/n: Okay, so fire is the thing I associate with bombing. I happy that I finally had the opportunity to send one of the minor sins into action. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I have no idea why my computer is making the indents larger than usual. Maybe I'm just imagining it, but it doesn't usually make then like that does it? Anyways, I digress. Please R&R!
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