Epilogue
Fuhrer King Bradley, the Homunculus Pride, was at the top of his joy. He did it. The Flame Alchemist and the Fullmetal Alchemist. The Flame Alchemist was gone. The Fullmetal Alchemist would be taken down, sooner or later. Dante would be so proud of him.
Yet, things did not come out as he expected. Just as he thought that no one would expect his involvement in the drama between the two state alchemists, he found every military personnel gave him glares and the looks of disgusts at the military headquarter. The Fuhrer kept his dignity. He pretended not to notice, until he found copies of the front page of newspaper stapled on the wall everywhere:
Fuhrer King Bradley's Involvement in Sex Scandal
General Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist, 28, was ordered by the Fuhrer to seduce a teenager, which resulted the death of both. The Flame Alchemist died from suicide. The young teen died from miscarriage.
Angered, the Fuhrer torn a copy of the front page from the wall. "Who is responsible of this?" he asked angrily. No one responded. Within the next second, a bullet shot at him, right in the head. The Fuhrer collapsed. He died in the pool of blood. Good. That bullet was shot by Lt. Riza Hawkeye. She had avenged her commanding officer, the man she sworn to protect. Everyone else just watched quietly. The Fuhrer had brought shame to the military. His true corrupted image had revealed. It was good that he was now gone.
But the Fuhrer was a homunculus. He had the red stones that supported his life. The Fuhrer King Bradley may died, but Pride did not. He crept into the dungeon of the Central Headquarter through the secret pass. There, all the seven homunculi along with Dante were there, looked at him with ridicule.
"Nice job Pride," Envy taunted. "Looked like you really made yourself popular in the military!"