Chapter fifty-four: Chaos, Death, and Renkinjutsu
"'Chaos: The formless and disordered state of matter before the creation of the cosmos. In Greek mythology, Chaos is one of the oldest Gods and one of the most powerful.'" Edward read. "Oh, Hell…" He was on a page that described each sin with two or three lines, and then told you the page to find more on that sin. "'Death: You may see Death as a fearsome skeleton with a scythe, when Death is really much more. In such, why must good people be taken by the Grim Reaper? Death is mainly a manner of passing from life. Going beyond the gate into Heaven, Hell, or reincarnation.'" He sighed. "Death… What could you truly look like? …Well, um… what is Renkinjutsu? 'Renkinjutsu: The art of creating. Many Renkinjutsushi use chalk circles to create things from the supplies nearby, but you do not exactly NEED to use chalk. You can use anything that can draw. Other subjects suggested are 'Creation,' 'God,' and 'Alchemy.''"
The book fell from Edward's hands and slammed into the ground. Edward was frozen, his pupils shrunk and his face white. He kept repeating, Other subjects suggested are 'Creation,' 'God,' and 'Alchemy.'
"It can't be right… Alchemy is not a sin… But more importantly…" He clenched his fists, his eyes returning to their old, golden fury. "I know what homunculus Mars is. Pyra is Mars. Mars is Renkinjutsu."
A delicate hand reached down and picked up the book. Edward glanced up at his wife, who read the page. "Oh, Hell."
"That's what I said when I read Chaos."
"But I'm reading Renkinjutsu."
Edward smirked. "Well, I have no God I wish to believe in. So to me, the seven main sins and the three sub sins are ashes in the wind."
"But I just can't believe it…" She shook her head and looked back at the page. "Well, many forms of alchemy are trespassing on God's domain of creation…"
Edward flinched. Trespassing on God's domain of creation.
"We are creating what he could not without his human pawns." She snapped the books shut and turned out of the study. "Ed? Are you ready to go HUNTING?"
"Hell yeah."
"Where are you two going?" Winry asked. Of course, Coniniaue had given her and Grandma Pinako two of the six guest rooms. She had to had to fix the gold plaques on the door to say "Winry" and "Pinako."
"We're going out." Coniniaue had her hair in a braid, but was in different clothes. She was wearing the black tube top Winry usually wore and a black leather jacket with the collar turned up, with faded black pants and fingerless gloves. She had night vision goggles hanging around her neck. Her black combat boots stayed the same, as did the two pistols holstered beneath her coat and the two switchblade knives sheathed at her hips.
Winry looked at up and down. "Coniniaue, you're going out…?"
"We're going on a hunt for Mars." Edward finished.
As her best friend and his wife dashed out the door, she smiled and sighed, "Good luck."