A.N: Yay, another drabble! I like this one. I think I might design drabbles for each of the seven deadly sins, but, then again, maybe not.
Disclaimer: Would I be writing fanfiction if I owned FMA?
Sin.
It was a three letter-word, usually associated with bright neon letters shouting 'the seven deadly sins' in your mind, and, occasionally, 'the seven holy virtues' as well.
Sin.
A superfluous, superficial word that can skip from one subject to another. Though, there is a cruel, unmerciful logic to the word.
Every sin is born out of Pride. Pride that we are humans, we are superior to all creatures, and pride, sometimes, out of the so-called fact that we can paint the world with our own selfish paints, without considering what it will do to other people. Pride that we are kings of our own planet; pride that we can err without error.
Impossible.
Everything comes with a price. Equivalent Exchange was born out of sin, whether the sin was of pride or of envy; greed or lust; gluttony, sloth, or wrath, it was always born out of sin. Always born out of those prideful few who never feel as if the world will deal them the blackest of cards.
We are those who who wear a proud look, who have a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood; we have hearts which devise wicked imaginations, feet swift running to mischief, and false witnesses that speak lies, and those who sow discord among brethren.
We are those listed above.
We are sin.
We are born out of sin.
We are homunculi. We are listed off as possibilities, and we are born out of pride and wicked imaginations. We are sin.
And we are superior, whether we be Envy, Lust, or Gluttony; Greed, Wrath, or Sloth; or even Pride, the strongest of us all. The sin of which we are born out of.