"Dante, I want you to stop using those children as pawns in your malicious game. In exchange for that promise, I will tell you why that new body is rotting." Hohenheim said.

"It's been centuries since our last meeting. Why don't you help me try out this new body?" Dante licked her fingers.

"Sorry, but I have a wife."

"So? I was married as well, wasn't I? Again and again and again and again. After all, if I stayed with one of them he would've noticed my slowly aging body and our secret would be out." Dante became hysterical.

"That's where we're different. Trisha was my first and my last. She was the only woman I ever really loved."

Dante became upset.

"How odd. 400 years ago, back when I was still an innocent, you whispered words of love to me, or am I remembering wrong."

Hohenheim shook his head.

"On that day, 400 years ago, we finally achieved it. By using the lives of those sentenced to hang during the witch hunts, and those who were dying from the black plague, by repeating our experiments relentlessly, despite countless failures, we finally grasped it, the Philosopher's stone. But the demands of the transmutation left you nearly dead. With sheer impulse i attached your soul to the body of another person. It was then that we discovered eternal life."

"So by using philosopher's stone you transplanted your souls again and again…" Lust commented.

"Yes, that's right."

"You don't mean… the whole reason why you had us seek out someone who could make a Philosopher's stone was…?"

"After Hohenheim of light left my side I needed a new stone and I didn't know how to make one on my own."

"Luvenia."

Lust, Gluttony, and Dante looked at Hohenheim in curiosity.

"The names of the alchemists who had attempted to create, what I believe is, the largest stone in history. You had sought them out, did you not?"

"What are you-"

"You insisted on using their newly born child as a vessel for the Philosopher's stone, but I'm sure that failed. It took their lives and no Philosopher's stone was created. You had planned to keep that child with you so you could eventually transfer your soul into that body and remain young forever."

"Had I done that, my soul would perish for the Philosopher's stone consumes such energy. I figured she would have other uses. After all, she was the one who had reattached my soul to this body." Dante told him, "I wasn't planning on taking over her body, but I was hoping to keep her close. With her nearby, she could revive me over and over and over for centuries to come. Neither her nor I will perish. What I had done 16 years ago was attempted what was never done. I had reversed Human Transmutation. Why create a human when you can enhance it?"

Hohenheim disapproved of this as he began to walk closer. His footsteps were mocked by another set. Behind Dante, walking down the stairs holding a child in her arms was a familiar face.

Countless memories flooded back to him. Each one had that same face. Trisha.

Before he knew it, this woman was right in front of him. His body was engaged in a dense liquid.

Dante stepped forward as she held a baby. "I've been doing some research while you were away. Trying to learn more about the gate that is our source of our alchemic power. Would you like to know what lies beyond the gate? You can't tell me you've been just a little bit curious."

The child began to cry.

"Did you know that there is a part of the gate inside all of us. As our consciousness matures and we grow more attached to this world, we lose all awareness of it. But by using someone who's link is still strong, like a baby, a gate can be summoned. I'm going to show you, my darling, just what is beyond the gate.

Dante ripped off the cloth that the baby was wrapped in to reveal a tattoo on its stomach. Dante clapped and the tattoo began to glow a shade of blue. She threw the baby up into the air and light flooded the room.

Hohenheim stood before a large heavy door made of stone. There were carvings of slaves agonizing over it.

Hohenheim was surprised at first, but then he accepted his fate. The doors opened and inside were a million eyes.

"Trisha… I'm sure that our boys will be fine. They are your sons after all…" Black hands wrapped themselves around Hohenheim and pulled him in.

"And mine…"