Chapter 3: Lust

"She's more finer than any woman I met. She's a control freak, a dreamer, and so damn sexy. I'm not sure if we act exactly the same or someone is copying the other, but I'm starting enjoy being with her. I sure hope she enjoys me."

Murder, the 8th sin

Through the southern forests, I grew tired of stopping and starting because of the woman I had to deliver. Yet failure was not an option because…well…I hate it when I get punished like before.

"Crucify, Crucify, Crucify!" The rest of the homunculi chanted in a crescendo. I was whipped and tortured of my rebellious acts against father and my comrades. The burns from the grate that they grilled me on multiplying by the second, but I never lost my composure. Father can before me. The dark, shadowy figure can over me and kicked me around and consumed the body I had obtained during the rebellion I led against. They accused falsely in the trial and interrogation. Then again I should have deserved this. I wasn't a full-fledged homunculus, only a half-breed. Half -breeds don't get enough respect among the first generation. Most half-breeds were usually among the third-generation; the second were reserved for the offspring of the first generation. The only reason I was a second generation that I earned enough respect and rose too fast for the first generates. I was the closest to Dante and Father or even to God. I did not want to be like Greed, my blood brother…

"So, um, Murder. Are still recognized as a first generation homunculus?" she asked.

"No, I'm recognized as a slave, but I still ripe for rebellion. I'm their toy soldier. They wind me up or insert a battery and, boom, I'm gonna pop that shit." There was a silence among the both of us. "My past is scarred that's why I was reborn like a zombie."

Lust just stood up and walked through the shadows. I tagged along.

I later taught her my expertise except that one phantom trick. She excelled quickly, hell, faster than I can do it. She grew stronger in spirit and started to be more independent. Like any parent, I guess that's who I am, I have to let her go and trust her more often. Her technique, as well being her favorite, was her claws. I decided to spar with her to see how well she learned. Though, I still had to be nice and lenient, the total opposite of me, yet I wanted to disprove her of her lustful pride. I treated her to a chemical romance.

"Okay, let's see who's the better soldier, yeah?" I challenged.

"Sure."

The battle began. She charged forward and smiled wide-mouthed and her eyes grew large. My eyes flared red with anger. Her claws grew longer with every footstep, and took a large cut through the air. She looked around, no sign of me. I was behind with thousands of clones. "Too slow." A large meteor flew out of the air and crashed onto her spot. Lucky, she escaped with a few burns. I went in for the dive and grew into a wild beast and pounded into her upper torso. She let out a burst of pain. I crept up to her head and kissed her cheek. "You still need some help," I smiled and stood up, and I helped her out. She swept forward left and right to cut me up, but still again too slow. I copied her attack and a clang of sharp steel grind away her claws. She stepped back quickly and forced me to fall on my face. I quickly turned around and jumped back with another counterattack. She extended a nail to my throat and sickles it down my neck. I lost breath and fell on my face as if I was dead. Homunculi can die, but it's hard, very hard. Unless you've got some sort of apocalyptic power from the devils or God, you can't beat them. "Good, you caught me in a bad position and used the opportunity. That's all you need to know to be my protégé," I congratulated.

"All need is timing! So what's the point of the technique you taught me for? Why the hell did you force me to stress over this?" She bitched.

"Chill, bitch! Yeah, you just need perfect timing, but the exercises sharpen you. Yet there is one final test you need to complete."

"What is it?" I just kept my silence and smiled.

"Hell, we're near Dante's joint. We'll get there by midnight."

She just lied on the ground without a blanket or anything. I thought of it was a perfect time. A cold night with no possible warmth and nothing too cozy, I slipped near her and held my arms around her. She turned to me and opened her eyes. "You ready?" She asked.

"Yeah, but I'm calling the shots now. This is your test."

I chuckled, "What are we waiting for? A sign?" She left her body fall on me. My right hand dug into her dress and unzipped the back. Feeling my warm skin made Lust smiled and she sure loved it. I drew a long breath and there was a large bulge in my pants. She lifted herself up and her upper part of her dress fell of exposing her large breasts. She puckered up her lips and kissed my cold lips. She devoured my skin, kissing my neck. She took off my clothes, all of them. My hand dug in really deep into her pelvis and felt around. She moved quickly in shock. "Oh, this is new." My fingers folded back slicing away her dress evenly and this is where it got serious. In reply, she started down where the bulge was. Inclining my head, I enjoyed she being exploited for sinful sex. After the period where we just playing with each other's devices, the seriousness began. Moans, groans, and cries of sexual enjoyment echoed throughout the deep wood. She was soaked with white, sticky slime when she woke up.