A/N: I live, I live, and I have not forgotten nor given up on this story. I simply didn't quite know how I was going to write this one.....took me a while, but here it is. Sorry that it took so long. This one is a lot longer than other, but I wanted to go into a bit more depth on this one.

-G-R-E-E-D-

A small family - a mother, a father, and a young girl - walked by the silent man. His violet eyes narrowed behind his thin-rimmed glasses, reflecting pure hatred and want. Undying, unrelenting, unceasing greed. It was he was named for, after all.

It wasn't fair. Simply wasn't fair, that the small family was allowed to live in happiness, while he was plagued with constant memories of what he had lost, what he would never have again. Of course, he wanted everything, anything; it was the one thing he felt the absolute most: greed and want bordering on obsessive need.

But the one thing that he wanted the most, was the one thing he would never have. He had had it once, or at least that was what the memories hinted at. A wife, a child….happiness…contentment. But it was gone, and he would likely never have it again. No, he knew he would never have it again.

Because, he knew what he was, and unlike some of the others, he hated it.

The immortality was good of course, and the absolute power was on the plus side. The ability to simply not die….was very much favored in his opinion.

But it wasn't enough…it didn't fill the void, and it was very possible that nothing ever would. He was greed, and it was all he knew.

Slowly, he walked through the grave yard, which was empty except for a single weeping woman bordering on hysterics, that he assumed must be some poor widow. She was pathetic.

Ignoring her, he walked on past. At the moment, the man blended in very nicely with everyday civilians. The normal quarter-length sleeved shirt and matching pants both made out of a leather like material that he considered his everyday outfit was replaced with a simple city dweller outfit.

The red tattooed mark that was forever present over the place where a normal human would have a heart - he instead had nothing more than a red stone as a substitute - was hidden behind his dark violet shirt, that matched his narrowed eyes.

Although in an unusual place, the mark was usually visible, as the sleek black fabric was ripped away in just that area, and clearly displayed his 'heart', the mark of the snake eating it's own tail.

He walked through the graves, not bothering to glance at names; he knew his destination, for he had been here many times. Often, after missions, he found himself drawn to this very place.

Soon, he came to a stop in front of a grave, gazing at the name.

Maes Hughes

There was more. His military title and rank….beloved father….beloved husband….dear friend. The man said nothing, and his unreadable mask never even twitched. Instead he glanced at the graves stones bordering it to the left. Along the line, he read the names he had come so accustomed to seeing on his various trips here.

Jean Havoc

Heymans Breda

Vato Falman

Kain Fuery

Riza Hawkeye

Roy Mustang

Six treasured soldiers who had lost their life…..mysteriously. Murder, that was known. But by who was still left a mystery. The corners of the man's mouth twitched; he knew who had killed them.

Tearing his gaze away from the names, he glanced towards the right of the original grave he had looked at, and read the name on this one.

Elysia Hughes

She had died shortly after the others. Found in her room, a few familiar looking knifes embedded in her small body. When they went to move the body, the throwing knifes had disappeared into thin air without a trace, much as how they had materialized when the man had willed them to.

The girl was dead, the widowed mother was mourning, and the man would never have the thing he wanted….the necessity he needed.

The homunculus of Maes Hughes left the graveyard, without a look back at the victims of his new found inhuman abilities.

His 'daughter' was dead, his 'friends' were gone, and his 'wife' was bordering on insanity, and he felt no regrets. The only thing he felt, was greed.

Because, that was what he was now. His name was not Greed, no…..

He was Greed.

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The next morning, the police found the lifeless bodies of a mother, a father, and a small girl. The cause of death happened to be small throwing knifes that disappeared the minute the bodies were moved.

-S-I-N-F-U-L-

Can anyone say creepy? Greed killed them all, in case you didn't catch that. And the small family in the beginning was the same at the end.........Maes is Greed......can anyone else see why? I think it actually fits somewhat.....I guess...

His oroborous is over his 'heart' and his ability is to materialize throwing knifes out of thin air and move them with his mind, throwing them at his target at incredibly fast speeds. Yes, they look like the knifes he used during his life.

Well......nothing more to say I gues.....I don't know who will be next.....Sloth or Pride......One of the two....because those are the only two left.