A/N: There are just a few changes in this chapter... This one's a bit more serious, and it's going to be from a different character's POV in every chapter now, since it's easier to write. Enjoy.

"How unpleasant," I thought to myself.

Dante's mansion always made me feel sick deep inside whenever I was in it. Today was worse, since THEY were here. Why do I feel so unpleasant around them, anyway? We are all Homunculi, after all... Oh yeah, I remember now. They keep me away from my true motives. Especially that stringy-haired bastard Envy. He was on the other side of the huge, sun-filled ballroom. His grin looked even more devious than normal in the sunlight. What the hell was he grinning about? He probably enjoyed watching me writhe around, helplessly dangling to the wall.

I didn't mention why I was hanging from a wall now, did I? I suppose I should. To make a long story short, the other Homunculi decided it would be nice if we could have a "family reunion," if you can really call us a family. They knew I wouldn't cooperate, so the moment I came through the door, Lust pinned me to the wall with her long, razor-sharp fingers. I can honestly say that I might have actually enjoyed it though, had it not been so painful. She's a pretty fine doll, that Lust. Hence the name, I guess. It still surprises me that I didn't just block her attack with my hard skin. I put the name "Ultimate Shield" to shame that day.

I continued to look around the room. The others seemed to be waiting for something to happen. Maybe Dante was running late? I can't imagine what that old hag would be doing, though. Probably just sitting around rotting. She didn't look very old anymore though. Heard she transferred her soul into another body. Her student, this time. Still doesn't matter how many times she transmutes herself, she'll just decompose eventually. I let out a sigh and continued to stare across the room.

I saw that Gluttony was still hanging around Lust. How she can stand having that fatass following her everywhere is beyond me. His large, round body, covered by a skin-tight jumpsuit, small, white eyes, bald head... His appearance as a whole made me sick. Like some grotesque spoiled child who needs to go on a serious diet. Had it existed at the point in time, I would've suggested the Atkins diet. Works like a charm.

The other Homunculi didn't look much better. Take Envy, for instance. He wears a mini-skirt. He's refers to his current form as "adorable." Creepy, much? Standing not too far from him was Sloth. She wasn't as hard on the eyes, but still not as much eye-candy as Lust. Her long, black dress made her figure stand out; Amazing for someone who's actually made of liquid. Standing beside her was Wrath. He was a mess. Messy, black hair, clothes nearly identical to Envy, big, purple eyes that seemed to see into your soul, and a shriek that could wake the dead, constantly used when he couldn't be around Sloth, his self-proclaimed mother. I hate kids. But, he's the only one of us who can use alchemy. Perhaps if I get on his good side, he can show me how to get my soul into one of those fancy suits of armor. That would be swell.

Then there was Lust, most definitely the most pleasing to the eye. Her tight dark green dress. Her curly, purple-black hair. Her deep, purple eyes. (Well, almost, if not all of us, have purple eyes, but I'm trying to compliment her, so hush.) Not to mention her huge rack. She was gorgeous. I didn't really see her in a flattering way at the moment, however. I doubt you would either, if you're chest was impaled to a wall with needle-like fingers. And besides, she was one of the ones hindering my plans the most. Pretty or not, she's the enemy.

Standing the farthest away from the group was Pride. At first glance, there would be no way to tell that he was a fellow Homunculus. Hell, even after about 20 glances, you wouldn't see it. He looks the most like a human out of the seven of us. The only way you could tell he was one of us was his Mark of Ouroborus. Not that you could see it, since he hid it beneath the eye patch over his left eye. He also happens to be the Fuhrer of the state. How lucky for him. He gets to have supreme power over the military and other such things. Supreme power... How nice that would be.

About half an hour passed since we were all assembled. The others were clearly getting impatient, and I was starting to get sick of being restrained.

"Where the hell is that damned old woman!" Envy yelled.

"Quiet down," replied Lust, "Yelling like that won't make her come faster."

"Maybe not, but it makes me feel less likely to punch someone in the face."

"Go ahead," Wrath taunted. "It's not like anyone's stopping you."

"Hmm... You're right."

Envy glanced over at me, his grin growing wider, to a near inhuman level. It only made sense. He weren't human, after all.

"We'll see who's grinning after your limbs are broken," I quickly remarked to him.

I guess he finally realized who he was dealing with, since he seemed to settle down after that. Even if I was pinned to the wall, there was no way he could hit me without hurting something. They don't call me Ultimate Shield for nothing.

Moments later, a strange, bright light filled the room. The sight of it must have startled Lust a bit, since she retracted her fingers to a normal length, letting me down. I felt relieved from being let down, but now my head was pounding at the sight of the light. I put on my small, round sunglasses, but even they weren't enough to block it out.

"Just what the hell is going on!" Envy screamed.

"Perhaps it's some sort of alchemy that the master is using on us," replied Sloth nonchalantly. And by the master, she meant the old hag Dante. But I've been around her enough to know that whatever it was, it wasn't alchemy. With every passing moment, the light seemed to grow stronger, brighter, and almost painful, yet soothing, all at the same time. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced. By the look on their bewildered faces, they felt the same way.

"Lust, what's going on? I'm frightened," Gluttony said, as he turned to her.

She didn't reply. She looked very drowsy, as if someone had cast a spell over her. I looked around and noticed that the others looked the same way. After that, I noticed that my body became weaker. Everything started to blur. It was horrid, yet peaceful. There was no way I could fight it. I found myself falling into a strange, deep slumber.

A/N: I love how Greed is so desperately perverted in this story. XD Reviews and constructive (notice how I say CONSTRUCTIVE, not flames) criticism is welcome.