The room they entered was large and virtually empty. It was white and brilliantly lit. The one called Father stood in front of an alchemical circle on the floor, outlined in black chalk. Gluttony and Sloth were also in attendance, standing off to the side, solid as soldiers. As Envy escorted Mustang by them, he heard Gluttony whimper as his stomach growled loudly. His pace quickened and they stopped just outside of the circle.
"Why, hello, Roy Mustang. It is such a pleasure you could join us tonight." he said simply, no actual joy in his voice. He barely glanced in his direction as he stared at the circle in front of his, making some sense of it that nobody else could. The black lines seemed to blur together, focusing and refocusing and giving Mustang a headache if he stared too long.
"What is this?" Roy asked, looking at Father rather than the chalk outline.
"I'm glad you asked. This here is a personal pet project of mine. The idea is quite simple... however, I am afraid it will be the execution that is going to cause me trouble. But that's why you are here, Colonel. You see…" he said, waving behind him towards a very battered Wrath, who was chained to the wall. Roy had not noticed him. "It seems I am in need of a new Wrath homunculus."
Wrath tried to look up. With his eye patch gone he looked almost pitiful. Burn marks littered his body and both of his arms hung at weird angles, clearly broken. Blood spilled down the front of his shirt from multiple stab wounds and it was apparent that he was running out of regenerations. Roy, however, hardly took pity on the Fuhrer of Amestris. The very title he carried was a fabrication and a betrayal.
"My current son has been unforgivably inadequate toward our overall intentions. He has fallen for the worst kind of evil magic: love. He genuinely cares for his wife and, thus, he will have to be... put down." he said, his voice monotone. Wrath struggled for a moment, hearing his faults, but to no avail. He was clearly too weak.
"Speaking of being put down..." Envy laughed behind him. "Father, may I?" he asked, motioning to the exit.
"No Envy. We have no need to bother ourselves with the young woman right now. Time is of the essence, and the moment is upon us. We have much bigger things to attend to, don't you think, Fuhrer?" The term was almost lost on the Flame Alchemist.
"...Wha... what?" he asked dumbly, staring at Envy, then Father.
"Oh Mustang, did I forget to tell you?" Envy asked in mock excitement. "We plan on making you the Fuhrer!" Before he could react, he pushed Mustang roughly into the circle. The sensation was warm and embracing. Finally, Mustang understood. When he spoke, Father's voice seemed very far away.
"I have been watching you, Flame Alchemist." The circle glowed a fiery red and the temperature rose quickly, "I know of your prospects to become the Fuhrer of this country." He circled Roy, watching him intently. "This is a noble aspiration. You are, however, a strong man with incredible intentions. Your being is full of anger and wrath. Your lust for revenge is inspiring. Therefore, Colonel Roy Mustang, I have decided to humbly grant you this gift of power in return for your loyalty." He stopped in front of him. "You will become my new Wrath as well as the Fuhrer of Amestris."
"...Wait!" Roy said, his voice growing hoarse. "Wait, please!" He tried to leave the circle but a wall of flame suddenly blocked his path. Turning in a circle, Roy fell to his knees, genuine fear coursing through his body. He was trapped. His strength was draining fast as well as any hope of getting out of the predicament. Where was his protector, his shield? All that was left was a burnt pit in his stomach. For the first time in his life he felt vulnerable.
"Do not fret, young man. It will all be for the best. You will rule the country of Amestris at my beckon and call. Do you see now? We both get what we want... in the end." Roy could hear Envy's laughter somewhere far away. His vision blurred at the edges. The fire in him was being extinguished. He was going to die.
And so he thought of her. He thought of her blond hair when she wore it down. Of her full red lips and the one moment that he claimed them. Of her rare smile, pretty as a flower. Of her protection and of her faith in him.
What will happen to Hawkeye if I die and become a homunculus? Where is Hawkeye right now? Riza... Where are you?