Warnings - Are located at the Beginning of the first chapter
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Winter's hazy, cold fog clouded the road as a wandering stranger fought his way through. The increasing moisture had reduced his visibility. For seven long days he numbly willed his feet down the unfamiliar path. Bitter winds seemed to sharpen his youthful features, as it froze the oils in his pale skin. Speckles of blood stained his once well fitting, pressed, clean clothes. Black hair, checkered with white from aging, rested messily on his scalp. Sleep depraved, hungry
and at lost for hope, the man dragged his limp, unwilling, involuntarily convulsing body up the steep hill. Trees stood on all sides, and no scrap of sky could be seen from his location. Shivering
he began rub his arms for any amount of warmth he could potentially get.
An unknown aroma made the man pick up his downcast head, and his mouth dropped at the sight he came upon. A lordly manor stood profoundly tall, camouflaged by various hedges, trimmed flowers, medicinal herbs, and skyscraping emerald oak trees. With a sharp, painful intake of cold air, the man thought he had found a haven for his aching bones. Racing footsteps and labored breaths echoed on the manor grounds. The man's mind was shrilly screaming for him to be cautious on the
unfamiliar territory, but his body nullified the plea of desperation.
His journey, his long painstaking journey, had finally come to a desirable end. He reached the front door and came to a sudden halt, for his eyes captured a feminine form. Plagued by his testosterone-
induced lust, he stood there, mouth agape. His heart beat uncontrollably, blood rushing rapidly through his veins. The woman stood near a small dining area with an enjoyable landscape view. Her
voluptuous body was clad in a black silk dress that matched her raven hair. Her pale face tightened slightly in a smile that was a façade to a warm welcoming. The man took a step toward her but stopped at the look in her eyes. Her eyes carried a look like that of murderous intent, showing no life, a doll of death with no consideration for any human being. Another physically unique characteristic caught his eye; a serpent tattoo, which appeared to be eating itself, was just above
her breasts.
A heavy hungry set of pants could be heard behind him. The man turned to face a fat bald man with eyes that appeared to have no pupils. In a child like, naïve tone, the troll statured man spoke to the
woman, "Lust, can I eat him, please?" The ground's trespasser realized what hell he had stepped into. The woman who seemed to claim the title of Lust purred out her reply, after her consideration of whether the newcomer was of any use to the homunculi's cause.
"Yes, Gluttony, you may eat him, but clean yourself up afterward, understood?" The newcomer turned back to the beast named Gluttony, urinating on himself at the sight of his cannibal murderer. Gluttony resembled a dog, panting, salivating thickly, tongue lulling out of his mouth. The
stranger gave a shriek of horror as the last sight he saw was the mark of the damned on the monster, on Gluttony's tongue. Kyle Yost was never seen or heard from again. (B/N: WOO! Violent death! Yes! Sorry, please feel free to delete this. n.n;;)
Envy's lips took an ugly upturn, forming an insane smirk as a piercing scream rang from the direction where Lust was having her daily breakfast teatime. "Nothing like the smell of blood in the morning,"he said, resting his chin on his palm. He looked out on the homunculi territory from his bedroom balcony and leaned over the banister, watching the joyous sight of another human's destruction. Small cries of attention tore Envy from his maliciously joyous train of thought to
the ebony crib. Golden eyes shone brightly from the crib's top bar.
Envy flinched, mumbling, "I have been screwed with too many times," as he stalked drowsily to the chibi's cage… er, crib. Looking down, Edward looked distinctly similar to a puppy that had caught a glimpse of its master. Shaking his head from the sickening sight of the devotion of a child, Envy picked up the military dog-turned-pup. Setting Ed down on the plush mahogany carpet, Envy went to the cabinet for a different set of clothes. Pausing before kneeling to the drawers' level, he asked, "Brat, when do you want a bath, night or morning?"
"Night, night, night E'vy," came a chorusing response from the immaculate floor setting. After pulling a set of garments from the drawer, Envy planted himself in front of Ed, looking at the chibi's
wardrobe distastefully. Colorful pants, shirts and socks were unfamiliar to homunculi eyes, who's style was that only of the color of death; Black. Replacing the pajamas were a red shirt, khaki pants,
small white socks and a pair of white shoes to match. Ed began to squirm with an uncomfortable expression on his face after fully clothed. "E'vy, bathroom, I have to go now," Ed whined, his hand
grabbing the front of his pants tightly. Envy's mind went blank, lost in a purgatory state. Ed shot up, running as fast as his chubby legs could take him. Envy was following behind him, and nearly came in full contact with the door that was slammed in his face. Miffed by the sudden independence of his "adoptive child," Envy wondered if him being on the outside was a mistake. Raising his hand Envy knocked softly on the wooden barrier.
"Brat, do you…need…some…help," Envy managed out, but probably wouldn't take action, even if assistance was needed. Envy's question was answered when the door was opened, and Edward stood in the doorway, relieved, head slightly tilted to the side.
"No, E'vy, I am a big boy, I can go all by myself." Ed beamed proudly from the evident display of his maturity. Envy ignored the continuous mispronouncing of his given homunculus name and looked around the bathroom. No liquids stained the wall, floor, or the bathroom utilities.
"E'vy, I need help reaching the sink," came a desperate cry from the other side of Envy's bedroom's bathroom. Ed stood on the tips of his toes, but his extra boost of height was in vain. Placing his hand one either side of the baby's chubby torso, he elevated Ed, leveling with porcelain sink. Edward turned on the hot tap and placed his hand directly under the steaming water flow. A shriek of pain burst from his tiny diaphragm from the shock of heat. Angry red blisters formed on Ed's hand, bringing a whimper from the hand's owner.
"Brat, you need to balance it out, stupid," the shapeshifter said, rolling his eyes. Ed did as told and turned the cold tap. Fearing the same temperature of water, he hesitated. "Hurry the hell up, stop
being a wimp, brat," Envy sneered. Ed narrowed his eyes and turned his face to the side in fear. Lukewarm water showered over Ed's hand, and he was filled with awe at the feeling of success and bravery.
Pulling his hands away in accomplishment, Envy reminded him that his cleaning was not complete. "Soap, chibi," Edward obeyed the command and was set back on his feet after doing so. "Now, feeding time, brat," Envy cooed as he picked up Edward. Two sets of appendages wrapped around Envy, Ed's small arms securely latched around his neck, and small mismatched legs around his waist. Envy had never received such kind physical contact. Soaps suds that escaped from the rinsing
tickled the nape of Envy's neck and attached themselves to his ends of his hair. Shaking out of his shifting state of shock he began to exit the room.
Lazily, the cold air that radiated off the walls chilled Ed into an anti-social state. While walking down the hallway, he could hear the commonly played music from the ballroom. Dante's feminine chanting and sorrowful moaning music echoed off the arched ceilings. Passing the slightly ajar door his human mother occupied, Ed eyes locked on in curiosity. Red checks flushed from the frequent sucking inward from Ed's abuse of the inside of his mouth, teething on the pink flesh inside.
"What that E'vy?"
"The anthem of a scornful woman who plays a victim but is a bitch at heart," Envy answered in hatred. Ed didn't understand the aggressive voice that Envy answered in but did not ask again, hearing the displeasure in the reply he received. A properly made breakfast wafted lazily in the air as they approached the kitchen. Stepping in aristocratically, Envy was a bit surprised and disappointed, finding no human servants to berate in their common domain in the manor.
A polite cough, followed by the click of teacups and saucers, was heard from the breakfast patio. The double door leading to the patio was open, curtains swaying slowly with little remains of incoming snowflakes. Seated at a centuries old table were his two sister sins. Sloth brought the cup to her lips, sipping herbal tea gradually; Lust was reading a time worn book across from her. Sitting down at a vacant seat, Envy detached Ed from his body. Smiling softly Sloth patted her lap, motioning to set Ed down. Gladly handing his burden to the woman, Envy finally relaxed.
"How was your first night here, little one?" Sloth asked motherly while grabbing a pastry from the table's center plate. Envy couldn't help but smirk when Ed got his greedy hands on the pastry and rivaled Gluttony on how fast the sweet disappeared. A chocolate covered Edward's face glowed under a mask of calorie goodness. Licking the escaped sweet frosting, Edward seemed greatly content after being fed. Lust placed a sippy-cup of juice in front of the sugar high child.
" It was fun!" Edward exclaimed, looking up at Sloth. Ed moved his view toward Envy. Crawling off Sloth's lap he found a new destination of his own choosing-- a startled Envy. Envy's reaction was to forcefully toss the new weight off but was stopped by Sloth's narrowed gaze. Heavy footsteps came around the patio corner, earning Envy's attention.
"I smell the delicious smell of a child with blood caked hands… can I eat him?" Gluttony pleaded. Lust shook head, gently panting her companion's head, denying him of this meal.
"Gluttony, this child is a member of our family now. Remember, we don't eat members of our family. Never may you eat this child, understood?" Nodding with enthusiasm to please Lust, he would see the child's scent as a brethren. Wrath came bounding from the forest, dragging a dead deer behind him. Dropping his treasure, Gluttony's new snack, he took Ed's old seat in Sloth's lap and began to babble.
"Envy, an idiot man dropped by today, did you see him? When Gluttony was finished with his torso, the heart was still beating. One of the servants threw up when cleaning up the blood; he vomited. Weak right? He tried to be valiant and protect himself but didn't even get a chance," Wrath spoke at a quicksilver-like speed.
Envy shrugged in disinterest, instead inspecting Ed's reaction. Edward didn't seem fazed in the slightest, but instead was thirstily gulping down his juice. Envy also noticed that Edward appeared to be teething on the cup. When he released the cup, small teeth marks were impressed into the long gated upward opening. Hurriedly, Ed replaced the cup-turned-chew toy, fumbling for relief from the aching pain. A small shot of liquor was placed directly in front of Envy; Greed stood smirking over his shoulder. "The kid is going through hell right now, rubbing some rum on his gums helps."
Envy growled at Greed and spat out his rebuttal, "I am not sticking my finger in that brat's mouth…" The response traveled off as Lust took the shot, dipped her finger and gently took the cup from abusing hands. Rubbing his gums slowly, Edward soon became slightly tipsy and very grateful.
Ed rested his head against Envy's well-built chest, snuggling into the radiating warmth. "Oh, my, I have just realized that we haven't properly introduced ourselves, how rude," Greed exclaimed. Ed's ears perked eagerly waiting to know the unique names of his family. One by one, the sins of alchemy introduced themselves, and all of them were given a nickname or family title in Ed's mind for remembrance.
The greedy self-centered man whore with a good sense of fashion was given the title "Uncle Greed"; His exact opposite human disposal machine, Gluttony, had a title to match, but with his name
after "uncle." Both aristocratic yet caring to Edward female homunculi earned the family tie of "aunt." Wrath, being close to Ed's age in appearance, was given "big brother." However, Envy's title was not known, as Ed kept his pink lips shut, holding a secret.
"Mama, can I go take baby brother around the gardens, please, I will be carefully not to break or kill him," Wrath pleaded, longing to be a 'Big brother'. Both Envy and Sloth glanced at each other. Envy shrugged aloofly, not finding an objection to it. Sloth seemed a bit hesitant, knowing how Wrath could break possessions rather easily, but couldn't deny her child anything.
"Yes, be sure to be gentle he is still human, flesh and blood." Wrath nodded and hastily dragged the mildly shivering rosin Ed behind him. As soon as the children's outlines were clouded by vegetation, the atmosphere at the table briskly changed.
"The master has a new mission for us, she notified me this morning. One of her once close friends and endorsements has some recurring nosiness of humans wanting information on immortal life. Of course, he has violently denied them any knowledge of whatever they seek. He came
to our master late one evening for some assistance, knowing our capabilities. We have all be assigned a task to quickly and discreetly deal with the mortal pests. Lust and Gluttony have been assigned to kill off their main headquarters, consisting of only eleven humans in all. Wrath and myself are to destroy any history of their existence and keep update on progress. Greed will go to the their seedy contacts to deal with them and find any possible inclination of what information they contain to immortality. Finally, Envy, you will take out the leader, who resides in Adesse, with the company of Edward."
Sloth paused, letting the details sink in. Oaths had been pledged to other cruel, powerful people that matched their master's influence. Allegiances that together made loved ones go missing, the loud and confident turn dull, soulless. Lingering horrors of those who had fallen prey to the allegiances wrath. Sitting in a padded cell of white, rocking back and forth, recollecting their mistakes, their
wrong turns.
Streaming down from the sky came the first fall of snow, innocence falling onto humankind's sins. Envy did not make an almost expected rant about the sudden company of Edward, but was oddly silent, only abiding by the guide lines because he knew that no matter the velocity or destine the tantrum it would not change. Anger stirred in his gut, pretending to be subdued. Discussing the mission was excruciating, but there was always a catch, a false hope.
"No bitching," Greed said in mock astonishment, stifling a laugh when Envy's eye began to twitch. Lust folded her hands under the table and sent a glare to Greed, warning him to cease his provocation of Envy's inner anger. Focusing, Envy tried not to scratch out Greed's eyes then
feed them to Gluttony. Sloth was amazed by Envy calmness; the sin's attitude and looks were sensitive subjects. Gluttony was glad as well, for an angered Envy was a scary Envy.
Fuck you. Those were the words on his lips, but he felt in control. Never had he felt so collected… Where did this new tolerance come from? The homunculi were vaguely aware that Wrath had returned with Edward. Wrath shifted the cargo in his arms, carrying Edward around the waist, supplying poor support for the smaller child. Edward was leaning forward from the lack of upper force, letting gravity take its effect.
A fond smile graced Sloth's lips at their return, glad for another conversation to take the place of the uncomfortable old. Still holding Ed as if he were a puppy or kitten, Wrath walked back onto the patio. Both children felt the tension in the bitter air, measuring the acceptance of their presence. "Well, we'd best be off now if we are to catch our respective trains. Envy, the servants have packed clothes and other human essentials already. We will keep in contact and regroup in two weeks," Sloth concluded, in a strange 'good-bye.'
"Happy murdering, everyone," Greed jeered with a happy mock gesture of slicing someone's throat.
In pure reflex of flushing anger, Envy placed Ed on his hip and walked to the carriages, ignoring "good-byes" or waves from his favored siblings. Four horse drawn carriages stood on the manor's front gravel pathway, littered with fallen autumn leaves. Opening his assigned transportation's door, Envy sat Ed on thick violet cushion seats, got in, and slammed the door behind him. As the carriage went on its way, Envy could feel eyes burning on him. He looked and saw Ed blankly staring at him. Glaring menacingly, Envy tried to scare the child to a new focus point. Instead Ed smiled and wrapped his arms as far as he could around Envy's lower torso, hugging with as much power his weak, mushy body could muster. Envy exhausted, leaned back, and, disheartened, finally gave up. The horrid sensation of a known defeat submerged him.
Envy was uncomfortable. Now, to hear that a murderer, slayer of many innocent lives, was wriggling in his seat due to clothes was unbelievable. Envy had taken the identity of hundreds while on a task or for personal pleasure. Though, when first created, realizing his ability and using it was surreal to say the least. Waking up, with no explanation, only to an overcast sky, alone, abandoned. Death had left him. Envy evaded the final human journey only to return alone. No creator, no parents, he was a doll made from man's curiosity and woman's submissive loyalty to him. When he had awakened, he knew deep inside that he was out of their world. Their love was no longer his to
have.
While walking through towns, he saw children with mothers, lovers bound at the hip, and mourners of the dead, who stayed dead. He imagined being them, playing their lives as if they were his own. He lived at a gothic mansion, where he awoke on the balcony, secluded by dark rows of dead trees. One day, he caught sight of a woman teaching her son how to walk. She never gave a frustrated sigh or scolded him for his frail attempts, but smiled the same brilliant smile each time he tried. This truly blessed child was his first candidate to his obsessive envious behavior. Picturing himself as that child, he found his wish come true, as he took on the child's physical form. Inhuman strength and the ability to shift appearances to his wishing… Envy's truly stunning power was revealed.
Shortly after his realization of power, she came. She the woman who was also left behind by that disinterested man. Memories were transferred from her lips to his mind; the seed of everlasting hatred had been planted. She gave stones that the dead were entrapped in, giving him the power that he would take vengeance with. He begged mentally for affection, but fate had denied him that hope. Insanity and dark wit replaced it, for love was unknown to the dead. No crying, breathing, or pure emotion, that is how he knew he was a monster. The thought of a fairytale love no longer turned him on.
So his opinions changed on the sight he beheld when walking. Children would sink their nails into their mother's heart when independence came, various bodily openings and organs instead of "true" love connected Lovers, and the mourners would forget, memories to fly on the winds of time. So, if such a dark view on the world was seen daily, why was he so confused now? When the most common reply to the people who met him was "Kill me," from pain in an aftermath of his
torture.
So, why did wearing human clothes, a black short-sleeved shirt, tight, long black pants, and boots make him claustrophobic? Envy's thoughts ran wild as he stared out the train window, chin resting on his palm. The landscapes passed in blurs of greens shadowed by night but illuminated in the background of the moon. Few people accompanied them on the train bound for Adesse. Seedy men sat in the back smoking, playing card while laughing at sexual jokes. A mother of two had her
arms enclosed around her children as they slept peacefully, using her chest for a pillow. Lastly, a young bubbly woman sat directly in front of Envy watching his and Edward's every move.
"Excuse me," the young woman seemed to gain the courage to talk to Envy and his currently eating chibi. "My name is Lana. I am sorry, I have been staring at you and your child, I guess you could say I am envious (2)," she gave a sad fake cheerful smile. Envy gave her a vacant look, bored with her sudden commentary. She didn't notice his lack of interest and continued her one-sided conversation, "He is beautiful but you appear too young to have a child." The sin blinked, looking at Ed, who was hungrily munching on an undesirable piece of meat off the train's dinner service meal. Opening his mouth to object to her clear mistake, he was cut off by another falsely based
comment. "I am getting married soon and I'm afraid I don't know if I can commit to such a responsibility. I am twenty-two years old, young, beautiful, and could live freely. Tell me why you decided to settle down, if you please. Help me."
Ambushed with all this information, now with two sets of eyes watching him, he began an elaborate lie. "I did not marry, this child that I carry on my side is my sin," Envy said cruelly, no sugar coating, even with the child just beside him.
"A product of sin of sin but a blessing at heart, a scary unknown force but a path filled with love," She murmured, with unshed tears glossing her hazel eyes. The girl's body was that of matured curves, the body of a goddess, and Envy could understand her narcissi aristocrat behavior. Though beauty was had been gained, her brain processed negative statements to those from a cheesy romance novel. Disbelief grew has she went on about her new appreciation for the hidden courage he had given her. In words that flowed lyrically she told that unrequited love would plague her no more.
Holding tightly his arsenal of hurtful comebacks, Envy regretted ever answering the young maiden. In a sudden forward lurch the train came to a stop at Adesse, and Envy grab Ed's cargo and Ed himself, placing the filthy, food stained child on his pointy hipbone.
Thankful for emerging from the train unscathed, Envy quickened his footsteps to the hotel where he was to stay. Interrupting his desperate escape attempt, a familiar, annoying voice penetrated his
concentration. "Thank you so much, one day I will become as good a mother as you," she rang out as the train pulled away.
Straightening his posture, he dug his nails into his palm until it bled, and his turned from a purplish hue to crimson red, becoming enraged. His brain acknowledged the blow to his pride, and he made a
vow. To redeem this painful experience, renouncing his sudden aloof disposition, he made the decision that Lana would die by his hands.
Envy was unnerved by a small giggle, and raised a questioning eyebrow at Ed. Ed nuzzled his head into Envy's chest, smiling, "She don't very smart, right, E'vy. She thought you were a girl, she is silly." Envy somewhat appreciative of the forthcoming agreement of opinion with his own. Envy grew nauseous from the cheerful mortal-filled city; the joy deeply pissed him off.
Adesse was lively, happy-go-lucky town where children grew up to be upstanding citizens, the elderly happily shared their wisdom and couples were never tainted by other lusts of the body. Orange highlights from the curved lampposts lead the way to major Adesse sceneries. House lights produced clear shadows of families chatting in merriment.
Envy strategically plowed through the incoming snowstorm to a well-lit, lively looking hotel. When they entered, a blast of cinnamon filled Envy's nose and stung his eyes. The woman behind the desk was baffled to see a customer at this point in the night. Ed's grip firmed on Envy's shirt, clasping on tightly in shyness. The woman cooed and reached for Ed, subconsciously showing false motherly affection. Ed responded with a frown and jerked away. The woman didn't look hurt, her eyes only shone in unconditional love and began to wrack over his lean body. Typical women, never giving up on their instinctive comforting nature, her pink cheeks lifted as her smile widened. This did not go unnoticed by Envy. A protective instinct washed over him, wanting to throw a nasty remark at her.
"How may I help you this fine winter night?" she asked, chasing the dry battle of indescribable tension to a standstill.
"I am here to check in, the name is Evan," Envy drawled, too lazy to
lace any emotions. Checking the information, she handed Envy the room key. She also unknowingly baited Envy by stepping forward once again to gain Ed's attention.
"He is cute… I know where he inherits it from," she said, patting Ed, but when she drew her hand back, she ran her nails across his navel. (B/N: Ooh, bitch gonna die!) Flirting carelessly in front of a child… Envy made a metal note to kill this whore later for this predicament. Stealing glances back in rapt attention, Ed was oblivious to the tension ruffling the atmosphere. Temper boiling, Envy jerked his body back, scowling at her tainted human advances, grabbing his discarded bag and marching up the hotel stairs. Confused by the sudden popularity of Envy, Ed was compelled to ask about the considerable attention. He felt inferior from the attention.
"Envy, do you like that girl better than me?" Ed had a terribly upset look in his eyes, fearing the response he was going to receive. Snoring, moaning and hushed conversations could be heard from the thin walls. Taken from the audible distractions, when getting to their destination, he looked at Ed, bewildered.
"She is a random, dear chibi," Envy was about to reiterate, but that would cause more questions that Envy was not in the mood for. Edward processed the answer simultaneously, still failing to imagine what Envy said, but concluding that he was superior. Envy reached the assigned room, shifting Ed's weight, and inserted the key. Clicks and kinks turned with the door lock. Envy opened the door to find true relief.
Rich, dark wooden furniture rested on dark vanilla carpets conflicting in dark versus light coloring. A fireplace was lit, filling the air in a scent of flamed cedar. A leather couch, a proud distinguished bed and southern wing balcony made the room a work of art. A small yawn reminded Envy that he and Ed were still united by his hipbone. Dropping Ed on a plush mahogany decorated bed, Envy sat, rubbing his throbbing temples in frustrated fatigue. Ed finally rested after a bouncing change from being dropped by Envy.
"Chibi, I am too tried to bathe you, you will have to stay dirty till morning," Envy haughtily explained, lying back on the bed. Ed was overjoyed by the postponement of his cleaning. Envy willed himself up, turning off the lights, closing and locking the room's door, secluding
him and his chibi to his new reigning homunculus lair.
Envy drowsily marched back to the only room to sleep, wanting to forget this horrible nightmare. Ed was on the darkened side of the bed, appearing to be in a deep sleep. Envy was coaxed in into sleep as he cocooned himself in satin fabric sheets. Envy bristled as a bundle of warmth curled into him. His once contemptuous half-lidded eyes now wired in brewing in venom, wishing to permanently extinguish the warmth. Reverting back from his angered trance, he looked down to see
Ed curled in a ball against him.
Under the arched ceiling, clouded in dissipating smoke as the heat came into contact with invading frosted winds, Ed began to whimper. Dirty from past meals and now sweat surrounding his chubby cheeks, Ed stank. Fascinated by the whimpers, Envy watched as Ed began unintentionally crying. Tiny snot bubbles popped and reformed from his now increasingly bordering hysteria crying. Illuminated by the dying fire, Ed's lips seemed to be forming mumbling words. Tears twinkled,
glowing red flames reflecting off the streaming, fat tears. Glowing, Ed look almost ethereal, bangs matted down in golden waves. On impulse, Envy wrapped his arms around the haunted child, mesmerized by what monster other than himself brought Ed such pain-- envious of this pain for breaking the child in a way he never possibly could.
An indiscernible expression formed on Ed's chubby, miserable face. Captivated, Envy leaned in to hear the heartbroken murmurings from the mini Fullmetal Alchemist. An icy, confused glare shaped Envy's view as the words leaked from Ed pink lips, a true demonstration of human weakness. A chill developed as Envy reached an affirmed knowledge of what was being said. His self-confidence and sadistic behavior backfired on him, and envy consumed him fully. Burying his nose into
golden hair, Envy growled and glared, not at Ed, but the mere thought of the word he continually repeated.
Shifting and flaring from that damned word he wanted to rip out Ed's vocal cords. Insane jealousy flaring, the joyous feeling of a few moments ago quickly diminished. Squirming, Ed repeated his confession more audibly, clinging tightly to selfishly angered sin, in a broken
sob. "Mother."
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