Chapter 2: The Ishbal Massacre
"I don't know why…people are just illogical because something has exited out of their lives."
Murder, the 8th sin
The sun glared in his bloodshot orange eyes; he hated light as always. As always, was listening to a CD he burned from the other Earth (our Earth.) I practically took this job as a waste of time and used it as a vacation. Many Ishbalans glared at his rebellious clothing or passed on gossip of his "unholy" life. I checked back at the military outpost while Juliet Douglas was just sitting there and a crack rang. "Good, that's what I needed," I smiled devilishly. I quietly went into a dark alley and morphed into the Lieutenant general. "Douglas, what the hell is going on!" he ordered a response. I was expecting an adult to be fired at, but a child was much better than thought of before. "Besides, Ishbalans are known to support anything even a measly pet rock!" I sneered. My bloodshot eyes flared a black flame and his eyes changed the color from a fiery orange to a murky purple; the sun soon darkened into rain. He heard footsteps and turned his head. They were Ishbalans. "Douglas, I can't believe you fucked up…send in the cavalry. I expect a rebellion," I pushed away Douglas and consumed the men's' souls.
There were loud mortar explosions in the main street. I began to lead a small, "corrupted soul" platoon supposed to take sniping positions, but I led them to a gathering of protest of armed civilians. "Give 'em a hell of a beating!" I commanded. The small band of protesters fell like dead grass. I as usual, consumed more souls which his source of power. My corrupted platoon paralleled the streets and gunned down innocent souls either friend or foe. I really didn't care if it was my grandmother. (Hell, I never had a grandma.) All I said was kill all being and we will enjoy war's spoils with no interference. The corrupted men spread into a horde and grabbed women by the hair and shot down small children. At the night's end, I almost silently crept in each officer's quarters and assassinated them. I later blamed them on Ishbalan spies taking on hostile acts of war.
All there were my corrupted soldiers and the rest of the population of Ishbal (practically nothing). The army reacted to the outrage of the loss of their fine troopers with the rallying of the State Alchemists. I profusely went into rage and ordered to fire upon everyone in sight, rape the fine women, and bring back stolen objects worth of value. I meant no mercy anymore. But plans were to end quicker than I thought the alchemists wiped the country back to the Stone Age. I finally grew into his true transformation, a mad killer with a lust for blood. I set off explosives left and right forming refugee camps, military outposts, and villages into rubble. Still, infuriated, I found a small building stand from his payload of over twenty thousand megatons of explosives, hundreds of thousands of slayed lives, and a cost of over 6.8 million dollars. The beast crumbled the wooden door and looked down at a small female body clenching her life on him.
I squatted down and looked at her. The small, half-naked body was only in white rag, but the most profound thing ever to live. She was about a head shorter than I was. She was a woman of a fine body and a strange tattoo much like his on her collarbones (where a guy would look.) "Odd. I'll try to communicate to her spirit," the Old One look in her eyes and sent an impulse to read her memories. Nothing. "You are a full-fledged homunculi. Your name will be Lust because of your…I mean the way you think," I fed her Philosopher Stones into her mouth. She stood up and was dressed a black dress that wrapped around her body from her chest down to her ankle. She smiled. I smiled. I walked out and signaled her to follow me. I turned his head to look back at her; he remembered Pride saying that Dante heard about a human transmutation in Ishbal. "You must be made by a male that loves you." She replied with a nod.
"Look, I'm not a messenger or a savior. I'm just delivering you to someone who needs you."
"Who is that?"
"I can't tell you everything. I don't know. But don't worry you will gain your power once you are used to it."
"Okay, but who are you?"
"A homunculus much like you. The name is Murder, the 8th sin."
She smiled and held on to my right arm in between her breasts and her dress hugging on her hips. I was afraid that she was glued to me, but for now, I needed a slut like her to be with more oftenly.