I glance up at the man in the throne, my entire being telling me that I will do as he says, no matter what.

Because he is my Father…

"My dear Insanity." he says.

My mind pulls up a flash of another person.

A girl.

She's… a human?

Soft brown hair, bright green eyes, a big happy smile as she laughs.

Despite the feeling of hatred I get, it feels like… I'm looking at another half of myself. How is that possible… I should hate humans, they're lower than me-

"Insanity."

I blink as Father's quiet but commanding voice breaks through my thoughts.

Father… Father… I…

I have no Father.

My eyes start to twitch as my head tilts down some, glancing over my body. Dark clothing, but… much too revealing for my tastes. I feel a smirk tug at my lips.

"Insanity, are you listening?"

I allow the smirk to over take my face as I tilt my head back up to obtain eye contact with my so-called Father.

"Of course I'm listening, you old fool." I say. His eyebrow raises as I grin. "I just don't care what you have to say." I raise my hand and snap, my clothes changing to the outfit I find so comforting.

Red tank top, black leather jacket, black pants and black leather boots.

So familiar.

I grin as a rush of familiarity rushes into my mind. Old memories that belong to another.

Lisa.

My old friend and enemy.

I curl my new hand into a fist, still smirking at the old man. I give him an extravagant bow. "I thank you for the body, but it's time I take my leave." I turn on my heels and 'click clack' towards one of the tunnels that I can sense the faintest whispers of fresh air coming from.

A palm tree steps in my way, growling. "You can't talk to Father like that!" he snaps and my grin turns into a scowl. I step so that I'm right in his face. "I can do whatever I like because I'm not bound to that fat old fool like the rest of you."

"So you're going to be like Greed then?" an elegant voice asks and I want to punch the owner of said voice in the face. I growl and glare at my new-found "sister". "I'm nothing like you. He may have given me this body, but he did not give me life. I existed long before I got this body and I will exist long after it decays." I then shove the palm tree aside and head to the opening.

"You can try all you like to fight me." I say. "Send every last one of you're military lackeys." I turn glare at Father over my shoulder. "But know this. I am a demon with powers that greatly exceed your's, old man. No matter how hard you try, you will never control me."

I allow a triumphant smirk to slide across my face as I exit the underground caverns and head to the outside world.

The city of Central.

It smells of smoke and garbage.

I chuckle. 'This is one piece o' shit city, ain't it?'

After a few seconds to I remember: Lisa isn't in this body. She still in her own body all the way down in Dublith.

I suppress the strange feeling in my stomach and hold my hands in front of my face.

My hands.

This is my body.

I am the sole owner and resident.

There is nothing to hold me back.

My legs start quaking.

Just me.

Just me.

Only me.

I turn and climb up the side of the building next to me, hiding the entrance to the Homunculi's lair from view.

At the top, I stop and allow the cool night air to tingle my skin. I frown and glance at a small puddle. My face has changed now. It's a bit thinner than before and with darker skin. I chuckle. "It almost looks like I actually go outside."

So many smells, so many sensations that I've never felt before.

I can smell the stink of the city, feel the cool night air nipping at my skin and the faintest whispers of a breeze flow through my hair, hear the barking of dogs and the low murmur of activity of the bustling streets close by, taste the smallest whispers of the clean air blowing in from the outskirts of the city.

A rush of excitement rips through me like a chainsaw.

I grin, feeling my pupils dilate and my breathing quicken.

THIS is what I have waited for.

This is it.

I am finally free to do as I please.

'What about Lisa?' worries a voice in the back of my mind.

I scowl and swat the voice away. "I'm my own person now. I don't need to rely on her anymore. I don't care what happens to her now."

I'm not even convinced that that's the truth.

I growl angrily and shake my head, forcing myself to focus on the important thing:

Freedom.

I grin, chuckling.

Adrenaline shoots through me, making my arms and legs shake as I chuckle softly.

Within seconds I'm laughing loudly, my head thrown back in excitement.

My entire body quakes as I laugh out loud, echoing around the large city.

My voice even sounds different.

It's smoother, with a much deeper feeling to it. I don't sound like a teenager anymore.

I sound like an older woman.

With a frown, I snap, changing my voice to something much better sounding.

Smooth, higher pitched, not annoyingly so but at least it sounds feminine.

I grin.

I can do anything I want to now.

I don't even have to look like this anymore.

I flick my wrist, the puddle at my feet shooting upwards and freezing into a sheet of reflective ice.

I glance over my reflection.

I stand at roughly 6 foot tall, my dark hair nearly brushing my surprisingly wide hips. My body has taken on an hourglass form with rather thick thighs and large breasts, alot like Lust's. I narrow my eyes and scowl at this image of my form.

No thank you.

I trace my hands over my sides, smoothing out my form. My hips press closer so my butt isn't a mile wide. My waist is the width my forearm is long.

I shrink down my chest to the point I'm nearly flat.

Neither I or Lisa much appreciated boobs.

I press my hands to my thighs so that I have a much leaner figure. I have never been one for muscle. Flexibility over brawn thank you.

At least, that's what your eyes would say I'm thinking.

To be honest, I pack more muscle than that idiot Goku.

Hated him, quite frankly.

I grin as I feel my very core pounding with excitement and anticipation. I don't quite care for what "Father" thinks an insane girl would look like. I have always been quite demonic and I had the form of the Multiverse favorite daughter to hide behind.

"I wonder what new abilities I have." I have really got to stop talking out loud. God damn this stupid habit.

I flick my wrists out, huge whips of darkness flying off of my hands and shattering the ice mirror. I stare at the pieces that are left in surprise.

A grin of amusement stretches across my face. "Oh yes."

The sound of what is most likely a group of either muscular or drunk men echoes in my ear. I glance down to see a group, of judging from their alcohol-tainted scent, drunk AND muscular men, roughly 4 men altogether.

I smirk. As good a chance to test out what I can do as any.

I climb down a nearby fire escape, dropping right onto one of the mens' head. I start walking, as if I hadn't noticed the fact I jumped down 2 floors and on a man's head.

"Yo! Little woman!" I smirk to myself.

I turn around, an innocent look on my face. "Yes? Can I help you sirs?"

The biggest of the men snarls and steps up, towering over me at possibly seven feet.

"Who do you think you are, some kind'o super hero?"

I tilt my head, my eyes wide with childlike innocence. "What do you mean?"

He growls and grabs my neck, slamming my back against the wall, his breath stinking with alcohol.

He growls and leans close to my face. I feel the shadows fall across my eyes as I weakly attempt to pry the gorilla hand off my throat.

He grins and tightens around my throat. "Little bitch, I ought'a skin you."

I finally let out my own smirk, a dark chuckle echoing off the walls. The confused looks the men share is utterly beautiful.

"How's about I skin you instead?"

Before the dumb oaf can comprehend my words, my foot is in his gut, shooting him across the alley.

I drop to my feet and wipe away a smidge of spit.

I chuckle and walk to the man as he struggles to stand.

My hand flies forward and through the man's stomach, warm red liquid shooting from his throat and chest.

I feel the solid bone under my hand.

I latch onto it, earning a gurgle of pain from the beastly man.

In his last moments, I lean closer and whisper.

"The darkness has come to claim you. And it will painful."

I rip out the length of white bone, the glob of flesh left behind crumbling to the ground.

The blood pools around my feet, the bitter-sweet scent of death flooding the air. I drop the spine and turn towards the other men who stare at their comrade slack-jawed.

I grin and chuckle. "Who's next?"

Two of them turn and run, the remaining two shout at me angrily, something about vengeance and, my favorite word.

Murderer.

I smirk and kick one's feet out from under him, clotheslining the other.

They both collapse, a head goes rolling.

The remaining man cries out in fear as boiling blood pounds through my ears.

This what it is to be alive.

I turn and smash my foot through the terrified man's back. His screams echo pleasantly through the alley. I chuckle and left my foot up, revealing what's left of his spine and guts.

Blood gushes from his throat as he chokes. Should I let him live and spread the story of my power? Allow the people of Central to fear the darkness and those whose footsteps whisper in the dark?

Nah.

His skull explodes like a ripe melon under my foot.

I smirk at my work before hopping back to the rooftops, easily finding the two men who had attempted to flee from me.

Nina Tucker's death in the original series is nothing compared to the gore that was left of them.

I think I'm going to like it here.