Chapter 5: Transformation

"Nothing ever will be the same; there will be a change. I wish you were never alive. You were better off with me in you."

Murder, the 8th sin

After the Elric brothers left Resembool to be a state "whatever you call it", they left everything they had and packed it up with them. That gave me chance to see her again. Hopefully, Dante didn't screw her up by a long score, but that wish never comes true. There was something new though. I could duplicate myself into thousands of clones, but I'm not sure if those lousy alchemists toyed around with my body or it could be my signet growing stronger. Cool, I'm pretty ripe for rebellion. I split myself between Ajax's soul and my soul, and I told him we're going to meet up whenever you want to talk. I drifted off to see her again. Damn, I'm one horny bastard.

"So I heard you have changed…" I paused, "was wondering what Dante wanted you to do."

"Hmph. She told me…"

"She told you shit! The only way you can do anything is that I have to feed you information. You are just only a replacement for the older Lust. The reason why I'm here is to keep order among you," I interrupted.

"I just calling the shots here. Besides, you have no control over this. Just look over the Elrics and I'll look for any potential bait."

"So you are saying other alchemists are ahead of the Elric brothers? They don't know shit what the Philosopher's Stone really is. All they heard are bogus myths."

"Then what is the truth, eh? Don't tell me there isn't one because there is one."

"Even you had a personal genie you couldn't handle the idea because you are facing it right now. Dante really fed you bad information; you are practically repeating someone's words. That's how the toy soldier malfunction and that is us."

"Ok, then. What is this secret or is the secret you?" She retorted. I just paused in shock. "Oops. I guess I said too much." There came a short and stubby homunculus, Gluttony.

"I'm not going to say anything for our safety…what the hell is that thing?" I came close to it, "I thought so. Gluttony, it has been a while has it? Anywho, it seems that the Elrics are going to Central City to become a state alchemist, and they do have made a pit stop at some place. I heard there is an alchemist taking human transmutation a safer way, spirit attachments, just like Edward manufactured Alphonse."

"Good. So I won't really have to punish you."

"You sure have changed. I don't expect you being the same weak, raped being that you are. Dante has done some good. We made a covenant that was not meant to be broken nothing will intervene. Why you hating this player even when my cock was sucked by your pretty lips or when my dick was deep in your bowl?" I took a puff of the marijuana from some broken up hobo.

"Hmph. So sad, you are still stuck to the past, darling," she broke the seams of her upper torso part.

"Not this time. I'm tired of pulling my strings. The problem is that I'm gonna pass on some shit 'bout you and its makin' you a bleeder. Watch my money pile up from other hoes. You've got only blood, your blood or perhaps some ugly kiss from that wad of fat, Gluttony," I just jumped off the balcony and ran off to create some chaos in some city.

I never thought of a bitch like her. Dante must have really opened her eyes to a wrong direction. Yet she is not bad as than Hatred or Greed. Greed, the bastard. He has to be always the rebellious one, but he gets an easier punishment. Being sealed forever isn't bad except the fact you can't anything. Hatred or I get the short end of the stick. We get the crucifix, guillotine, cyanide, or any harmful stuff to half-breeds. I will get my final laugh. The Philosopher's Stone erases the symbolism of the original dragon, Ouroboros or even the lesser powerful swastika of iron, my signet for a new world order.

"Assemble my boys!" Hatred calling out orders to forward the onslaught upon the six of the full-fledged homunculus. Mortar fire came out everywhere. I never wanted to drag my crew to lead my boys into battles too hard for them. The option was not death, only victory, but that was too far. This was my last resort to revolt with force upon a seeming an overwhelming force against only six. I wished to bring them all down. "There are no feelings in war. We are who we are, cold, heartless weapons of mass destruction. So rise against the corrupted souls that they acclaim being a first generate, nevermore!" The legions of second- and third-generation homunculus echoed in loyalty. Rows were being shot down.

I opened my eyes and I found myself being pushed around by some tough biker boys outside of some pub. I knew this wasn't my kind of beef; it was far too easy. A thought ran through my mind to be the inner monster. My eyes flared to a pure white and glowed a blue aura around it and innocent blood was spilled on the cold concrete. I found my 1969 Mustang all torn up by those thugs.

I stalked off drunk in my Mustang and drove to Dante's mansion. I remembered that she had some sort of gift, though I never trusted her or anybody else. There the quiet mansion in the woods, I always had a sense of weakness, but I couldn't figure what the hell it was. I reasoned myself that it was really nothing, but there was an aura. A weird holy one, but here went nothing, I hope.

The old bag was just sitting there and smiling. She always had something up her sleeve, but it wasn't Dante. It was the bitch I formerly taught, Lust.

"Good to see you again."

"As usual. You know what's going on. Majahal, zombies, and…"

"I've seen it. No need to say it again, but that isn't important right now," She came closer to me as if she wanted me, "I want to be back in your arms again." I really didn't care, but I embraced her if she was my own. Who knows? I might be able to get under her dress again. Much went on between us, chemically, but I knew she would treat this as a fling. This bond was not meant to be broken.

I (other me) just sat back at all the drama when Majahal was defeating the zombie. I figured he was just a two-bit alchemist so I wasn't as tentative with the Elric brothers. The guy was so cheap. He was cheapness in a whole new way, pure asshole, but anyway a stepping stone for Alphonse to understand alchemy. Hopefully, that Mughear dude or that holy front Cornello are at their best. Lust has got to get better bait then this, and these loser alchemists are breaking apart. Mughear has some idiotic measure of making the placenta of a pregnant woman and the red water into The Stone. The fucking Stone! Cornello has this cheap trick of mixing pseudo science with religion. This is no Church of Science, and "wtf" to this sun god, Leto.