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"Emilee." Envy said. He was sitting in his usual spot, head tilted back against the rock wall with eyes closed.
"Hmm?" Emilee looked up from her book.
"Wanna go outside?"
There was a soft thump as the book hit the bed. Emilee's face was frozen. Her hands remained positioned as if they grasped an invisible book. Her eyes were blank. She opened her mouth a bit but, not a single word escaped her lips.
He cocked his head to the side, as if the reaction was unexpected.
"I—I—I—I—I." She couldn't even get past the first word of a sentence, sounding like a toy that had been broken. Envy began laughing hysterically while Emilee fumbled over even formulating a sentence.
"Is that a yes?" He stood, amidst his laughing fit and began walking to the door.
Emilee rose from the bed, slipped on sandals, and followed him. Shaky steps, feeling as if taking a stroll through a dream.
He led her to the main room, through a door, and through the maze. He didn't seemed concerned with covering her eyes or any other method of preventing her from gaining knowledge of the route.
Emilee was silent through the trip.
He opened a large door and an aroma of trees and grass satisfied her nose. Emilee raised her hands to block out the sun. It burned her eyes after such a long period inside a building which lacked bright lighting.
Envy took a seat, cross-legged on the ground. He leaned back on his hands and aimed his face towards the sky.
She walked out of the doors and fell to her knees on the ground beside Envy. She let her hands wander across the grass and she fought back tears at the long-deprived sensation of the soft leaves.
Emilee stayed in this position for a long time before switching from kneeling to sitting on the soft dirt. She'd awaited this moment for so long. She had, long before, planned an escape if given this opportunity to be outside. But, she no longer had any desire to flee.
She leaned backwards, shifting until her spine was on the ground. The clouds were so beautiful. She could see the shapes of a dog and a bird's beak, a farmer and a dragon, a heart and a turtle.
Emilee abruptly sat up and enveloped Envy within her arms. At first, he hesitated but then placed his arms back around her. "Thank you," she breathed into his black top.
He turned his body and captured her lips in a kiss, before pushing her onto the ground, as she had been laying moments before. The two lay in the grass for a few minutes. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and their tongues entangled.
He pulled back for a few moments and stared at her face. "We can do your alchemy training out here if you want."
Emilee nodded. "Envy—Are you sure you wouldn't die if we did anything?"
He shrugged. "Probably not. You know I can heal instantly, I don't think I can easily die."
"I don't want to lose you, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you to something I did." She frowned.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She kissed him back and he bit her lip hard, drawing blood. She withdrew and turned her head to the side, tasting metallic.
He sighed. "If you can't handle that, I don't think you're ready."
"Weren't you the one pushing for this? Why can't you just be gentle?"
He smirked as he sat up. "That's not enough for me."
She laid still. "I don't want to be covered in scars. I can't just heal myself like you. It's bad enough I have this one." She gestured to the one on her arm.
"Scars fade." He teased.
"I also don't want to feel pain."
"But that's the best part!"
"For you, maybe."
"Trust me, pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. It feels good to mix them."
She didn't answer and they remained in silence.
Envy leaned in close to her ear. "I can't do anything with you if you can't satisfy my tastes."
"Then, I don't think this will work."
Envy groaned. Why did she have to make this so difficult? "What if I don't leave scars anywhere you can't cover up?"
Blue eyes met violet. "Where would that be?"
"Your stomach, chest, back, shoulders."
The girl looked deep in thought.
Had this proposition been offered to her when she'd first been brought to this place, she would've fled from the green-haired man in front of her. But, something within her had changed. She didn't feel how she used to.
Emilee glanced at the sky, considering how awful it would be to be marked by Envy. Was it awful?
From her first moments with him, he'd shown himself to love distributing pain. His forceful cruelty before and now actually asking her permission. It was a weird transformation.
"Not my face, or my arms, or my legs, or neck. Not my chest." Emilee cringed at the thought of her breasts being covered in scars. Everything seemed unfavorable, but that was particularly inauspicious. "Okay?" As the words left her lips she watched an eerie smile rise across his face.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up.
They were in Envy's room.
He tugged her shirt off. She raised her hands to assist. His arms wrapped around her as he unclasped her bra straps. She nervously tried to cover her chest but he pushed her hands aside. He captured her lips and placed his hands on her now free breasts. They weren't huge, but large enough to fill his hands.
She started trying to lift his shirt off but he shook his head and winked. It was easy for him to transform in and out of clothes, and he could be free of them in a matter of seconds. He loved how her eyes widened when his top had vanished.
He bit her neck and she took in a sharp breath. He bit harder and when his teeth broke the skin she whimpered. He licked the blood gently with the tip of his tongue, kissed up her neck and touched his lips to hers before kissing down her chest.
He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off. Her face was flushed bright red and he grinned. This was fun.
"You know." He leaned in close to her ear as his own shorts vanished. "After this you are mine. I don't want anyone else to have you."
"That seems possessive." Her eyes slanted.
Envy began laughing breathlessly. That was not the response he was expecting. This girl was certainly interesting.
Her face softened and she giggled a bit. He kissed her again, quieting her laugh.
When he entered her, it took all his effort to be gentle. Even so, her eyes widened and she grimaced. She grasped the bed sheets tightly within her hands.
He tried his best to go slow until she was used to it. But god, it was difficult. Eventually her expression eased and she began to moan softly.
He went faster and she gasped, now, not from pain, but from pleasure. Her sounds fueled him and he turned his finger to a blade and brushed it gently across her stomach. She noticed but didn't seem concerned, which pleased him, but wasn't as satisfying as fear. But he knew, with a devious grin, she would look more frightened when he broke her skin.
His lips met hers and then he kissed her stomach. He gently sliced the skin there, not too deeply, but drawing a line of blood wherever the blade touched. This wouldn't scar.
Her eyes watered and she seemed afraid at first. But, as expected, she realized how pleasurable the addition of pain was. She grew increasingly louder. Part of him was concerned that Lust or the others might hear, but the remaining piece of his being wanted them to.
He decided against cutting her too much this first time. He didn't want her to reject another session, so her resisted the temptation.
Rubbing her clitoris easily produced her orgasm. He did it again, this time pushing her leg back so her could kiss her while simultaneously stimulating her.
When he finished, he felt a weird sensation. Along with his cum (which he had already explained was incapable of impregnating her), something left him. It was so harsh it felt like the wind was knocked out of him. And he saw her eyes turn an incandescent purple, glowing brightly within the dim room. She grabbed her head.
At first, he thought she was hurt but, as the luminosity dwindled, she smiled. She dropped her hands outstretched on either side.
"That was intense," she said softly.
"It was." Envy smirked.
As he had expected, she had taken only one of his souls. It appeared the system was only designed to take a single at a time. That was all that was necessary to destroy an average person. But for Envy, this was simply another interesting trait in this odd girl. He didn't mind giving a soul to her, one soul was hardly a concern for him. It was interesting to see it happen, he was certain he was the only one who ever had. Any other person would've died at their climax something, many would consider ,a good way to die.
He chuckled a bit as he pulled out and his clothes rematerialized. Emilee had to redress manually, and she seemed quite awkward in the action.
She paused to wipe the blood from her stomach. "You know, that wasn't as bad as I was expecting."
Envy shrugged. "I went easy on you for your first time. It's difficult being a virgin."
She glared at him as she finished dressing. Pulling her top over her head let a few seconds lapse before her scowl was once again visible.
Lust stared at Emilee's shoulder wound and her lips produced a sly grin. She made eye contact with envy and winked, his eyes darted away but he beamed at the accomplishment.
"So, you went outside the other day, Emilee?"
Emilee nodded, a huge smile dominating her own face. "Envy said I can practice my alchemy out there now!"
Lust was delighted by the girl's apparent contentment with her situation. If she had no desire to escape, she was one of them. She might even be able to help them in their plans, her alchemy being a significant weapon at their disposal.
"I think we should change your name." Sloth said.
"Why?" Emilee's smile faded. "What's wrong with my name?"
"It's a human name and will be identifiable by others," Lust said. Your name is in the records and, if you don't want to be concerned with the humans' efforts to imprison or restrict you, you don't want to use that name."
Wrath grinned. "I have an idea for one!"
Lust nodded and spoke as if a teacher. "Yes, Wrath. What is your idea?"
"Vetta."
Emilee cringed. The name sounded like that of some really insane, muscular woman.
"Aww, sorry Wrath. Emilee doesn't like it."
Wrath pouted and Envy snickered.
"Alright, Envy. Let's hear one."
Envy's eyes opened, it being obvious he was not prepared. He put a his hand on his chin and gazed off into the ceiling, like a great philosopher deep in an introspective experience.
He suddenly sat up straight. "Got it." He turned to Emilee and pointed his index finger. "How about, Mara? We can even call you "Mar for short."
Emilee leaned back on the couch and tilted her head back and forth. She smiled. "I actually like that."
Cheers filled the room.
Envy clapped his hands. "Welcome to the team, Mara."
Emil—Mara sat in her room. Something felt different and it wasn't the name. It was her brain. She felt more alert and as if she'd read ungodly amounts of books. It must've been the soul she'd stolen from Envy. She was surprised that the green haired man hadn't died, but he didn't seem shocked at all. However, she'd definitely taken something from him and it felt good as he'd taken her virginity from her. Equivalent exchange, right?
She wasn't sure about the name change, but it did feel kind of right. Mara was far cooler and fiercer than Emilee. She'd never really had an issue with her old name before, but she'd never even entertained the possibility of a new one. Now her old name seemed distant and unnecessary. It was obsolete. She felt like a new person and a new name was exactly what she needed.
She walked to the mirror and gazed at her reflection. "Mara." She let the name roll across her tongue, testing it out. "Hi, my name is Mara." She smiled as if her reflection was a stranger she was greeting. It definitely felt right.
"You up?" Envy knocked on the door.
He heard footsteps and the door opened. Emilee—Mara stared at him with a puzzled expression. "Yeah, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to test out whatever you gained from my soul." He leaned in close with a smug look, still proud of the conquest two days later.
Mara nodded. "Yeah, hold on I'll get dressed."
She tore off the huge shirt she wore to bed and replaced it with a soft blue sweater and white shorts. Clothing that she was grateful Lust had bought on her request. Mara stopped once in the bathroom to fix her hair in the mirror, quickly brushing out the tangles that had formed during her sleep.
Mara loved the scent of the world as it enveloped her senses. The air was crisp and brushed smoothly across her skin, feeling like a caress. She went barefoot, which is how she often went now, and the grass felt tantalizing and soft on her bare soles.
"You ready?" Envy placed a book on the ground.
Mara nodded. She closed her eyes, hesitated, and the book exploded. The sheer force sent a gust of wind that she could feel across her face. She didn't need to open her eyes to know it was perfectly completed.
Envy applauded her. She smiled and strolled to his figure, relaxed against a tree. She high-fived him, something he, for once, readily engaged with.
"There's a difference. I'm surprised how much of an effect one soul can have."
"I'm shocked my mother and grandmother didn't figure out they could do it with their eyes closed."
Envy shrugged. "It's possible they did and we're saving that lesson for later. It's hard to say when neither of the people are available to ask questions. I mean, they managed to hide the fact that they were occasionally sucking out the souls of men. Who knows what else they hid up their sleeves."
"Put another book down. I want to try waiting longer."
Envy complied with a devious grin on his face. "How about you do it with your back turned now."
Mara starerd at the book, turned around, and closed her eyes. She waited several seconds and then deconstructed the book. It exploded perfectly like the others.
Mara opened her eyes slowly. She'd never felt so powerful before.
They determined that Mara could manage a max of 10 seconds after her eyes were closed, fewer if she'd only had a glance at the object. As long as she knew the location, she could do it with her back turned or around a corner from a good distance away.
Her limit, however, left her with only a max of 63 transmutations per 30 minutes. After that the headaches would punch her temple, leaving her clutching her head in pain.
The other homunculi, like Envy, were impressed. Envy marveled at the difference a single soul had made in her abilities. Her personality had seemed to become more powerful as well.
"I updated Father on Mara and I have never seen him so pleased with a circumstance." Lust leaned back on the couch with a smile. "She could easily help Father and us as we near the promised day."
Sloth nodded. "Imagine how much more and how much faster her abilities will allow us to accomplish our necessary steps."
Lust watched Envy as he reclined on the couch with his arms crossed. "You know, Envy. It wouldn't hurt to give her a few more souls." She winked.
Envy smirked. "Couldn't hurt."
Envy flipped Mara onto her stomach and she seemed unsure of what to do. But he admitted that there was no work necessary on her part when he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pushed it into the bed.
He entered her, this time, more forcefully and she let out a gasp. As he picked up speed she bit onto the sheets, muffling her noises. Envy wished they were somewhere that she didn't need to be quiet.
Envy's finger became a blade and he gently traced her neck and shoulders before trailing down her spine. He smirked as goosebumps appeared.
On his next thrust he tore through the skin and she yelped through the sheets.
Envy leaned down and tasted her blood on his tongue. He hadn't gone too deep into the skin, but significantly further than the mere scratches he'd inflicted on her stomach during their previous engagement.
He could hear the moaning return, even though it was muffled by the sheets. He was unable to resist a grin as he began to rub her, in time. She orgasmed several times before he finished.
As before, he felt the shudder go through his system as one of his souls was ripped from his body. He could see the reflection of that bright violet glow against the white pillow.
Envy pulled out and she rolled over, disregarding the lines of blood from her back she was streaking across the sheets.
He leaned down to kiss her and gently nibbled on her neck. "You want to try killing someone?" He leaned his head to the side, letting his long green hair brushing against her skin.
Her eyes only widened slightly. She wasn't nearly as concerned as he had anticipated. She looked deep in thought. "Why?" She asked.
"Why not?"