If god invented boredom, then I want to slit his throat there has been nothing to do in this Godforsaken city since I handed the those two brats over to wrath. I mean maiming, torturing, decapitating, disemboweling, shredding, and everything else is good and all, but I've done all of that.
I could see a human family walking across the street below me, they, as almost every other human I see- are as happy as can be, their 3 year old son is on his dad's shoulders, the mother is chuckling at something, probably a horrible joke the dad told.
Judging by how the family was poorly dressed and how dumbstruck they are by how massive central headquarters is, they're tourists from the countryside.
It amazes me how such creatures as humans have lived for as long as they have, such things as love and happiness eventually cause mourning, which brings the usefulness of the human down to that of a potato- yes a potato.
And then there is Wrath, which is either forced on another or one's self; I don't see how anyone could envy that.
And then there's that Hughes I killed, all it took to take him down was to use his own love against him… see, no matter how long it lasts, love shall always be the ultimate downfall of humans.
I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, indicating that father needs me for something "Dammit, what now?" I yelled with annoyance, I can't one second these days without something needing to be fixed so the promise day goes as planned.
After my little episode I could see the country family running away, trying to avoid me, prejudging me based off of my roof dwelling. I sighed- humans will never change.
"What is your wish, Father?" I turned around to see Envy, who had quite an annoyed and sarcastic tone to his voice.
Wrath, Pride and gluttony were already in the chamber, however Gluttony has been useless since Lust's death, making him unavailable for their upcoming task.
"I feel a great source of power coming from the north my children, it has destroyed the military outpost known as Fort Briggs in a matter of minutes, and could interrupt my plans if not unattended. "
"Let me guess, an alchemist of sorts?" Envy fiddled with a knife in his hand while leaning on one of the chamber's metal walls, seemingly disconnected with the session in hand if it wasn't for his last comment.
"Perhaps, in any case it is most certainly not one of Amestris, Bring it to me, it could be another candidate for a sacrifice, and if not- I shall destroy it.
Carlos White never thought the day would come that he could meet the Fuhrer himself, yet here Carlos was at North city headquarters, shaking King Bradley's hand. Carlos, King Bradley, his masked assistant and Carlos' Platoon are about to gear up and head up north where reports say a Drachma spy blew up fort Briggs- which to say the very least, was a slaughter to his troop's morale.
Perhaps that was why the Fuhrer himself came to investigate the rubble, or maybe there was a secret document that needs recovering that is so secret he had to recover it himself.
Whatever the case may be, he was here, and little to his or his subordinate's knowledge, they wouldn't survive the next 24 hours.
Father sat on his throne, he could see pride trying to make Gluttony talk sense
"Lust…" the poor creature must have taken any hint of love I once had, for it has been around a month since she died, and the thing still wouldn't stop mourning his companion's death.
Father looked up to his planning board to see it make a violent shake, and another, and another- it continued until ground seemed to be having a violent spasm Pride looked up, and then at Father "we have visitors."
Ivan Gagaring, an ex-drachma generallooked upon the city of central, "the living are so foolish," he smirked, he was leading an army- at least 10,000 strong, to attack central.
Acolytes from the cult of the damned disguised the army as peasants, in witch allowed them to only travel in groups of 20 or less, any more and they would gain unwanted attention.
The Army consisted mostly of Drachma soldiers, here and there a Briggs soldier or another foreigner troop, but mostly Drachma military, risen from the thousands slain in the Litch King's conquest of Drachma, and all united in death.
Once they had reached the city however, they gathered a few hundred meters away from the front gate, allowing them to form ranks.
The living guards of the city took note of the attacker and were trying to form a makeshift defense.
"Servants of the Litch King! Today we shall claim this city in the name of our master- we shall claim it for the Litch King!"
The horde cheered at the comment of the general- howling and enraged with fury, and powered by the Litch King's runic powers, they charged the main gates.
In only a matter of 7days since the fall of Briggs, the capital of Amestris was to fall as well.