Out of an interest of the Homonculus Greed, I wanted to write a story of his past, a story that explains what he was like before and [spoiler]up until he became trapped within Labratory 5.[/spoiler] This story will contain a large number of spoilers. I will warn you dub fans however: there are some spoilers that are revealed in the last few episodes of the show that are hinted at in this piece of fan fiction. Read to your own discretion. Be also warned that there is some foul languaged used in this piece of fan fiction of mine.
If you're like me and have seen the whole show in subbed format, but not the movie, there is nothing to worry about. There is no spoilers from the movie in this piece of fan fiction. I hope I've made myself clear enough.
I'm not sure how many chapters this will span into, but it should be enough to tell the tale properly through my eyes. Without further ado, let the story begin!
Table of Conetents
Chapter I: Birth of the Second Bastard
Chapter II: A Red Incident
Chapter III: Cold Welcoming Home
Chapter IV: Roots of Deception
Chapter V: Loose Ends Meet
Chapter VI: The Hunt
Chapter VII: Revolution
Chapter VIII: Discovery
Chapter I: Birth of the Second Bastard
Chapter II: A Red Incident
Chapter III: Cold Welcoming Home
Chapter IV: Roots of Deception
Chapter V: Loose Ends Meet
Chapter VI: The Hunt
Chapter VII: Revolution
Chapter VIII: Discovery
Chapter 1: Birth of the Second Bastard
Chapter 1: Birth of the Second Bastard
I should have known better, but I was reckless back then. The transmutation didn’t work for mine and Hohenhiem’s son that we conceived over 200 years ago, why would this one have worked? I have seen the effects of what such an experiment can do to a once sound and dead body, and how it resurrects into a “lifeless doll.” Still, even though I knew deep in my heart that it would fail, I couldn’t help but try. This man I once loved was nothing like Hohenhiem at the time. He may have known nothing of alchemy or the Law of Equivalent Exchange, but I couldn’t help but be attracted to him back then. In the end though, I had to settle for another pawn. Heavens no, I couldn’t even have that either.
It was back then, sometime in the late 1600s, I can’t honestly remember for the life of me anymore, that a long war occurred between Amestris and the combined forces of Creta and Aerugo. The many-trooped armies of Creta with the combined technologically-advanced Aerugo armies devastated Amestris. I decided not to get involved with this war, as I still had long before that body would deteriorate. Still, Marcus F. Vetteleri never went off to battle as the other men did, even though he was drafted. I’ve always thought to this day that wars are pointless, and this one was no exception. I suppose it was because of his rebellious nature and his charming looks that made me feel compassion for him.
I guess you could say I first met him in an underground gambling ring, as gambling as illegal at the time. I had gotten a letter from an anonymous writer, saying he was a famed alchemist of the region; there was an address on it of where he partook late nights at. As I had found the address, I saw smoke pouring out of the abandoned-looking building, and heard a shriek. Curious, I went to examine the scene, expecting it could have been a small fire that had ignited. When I had entered though, I couldn’t have been more surprised …
“Damn Richie, you beat me again!” said a man, pushing in his cards back to the dealer. It had simply been smoking gamblers, eager to win a fair share of money before the day ended. I then went around and asked where I might find this accomplished alchemist, but they simply all shrugged. I eventually went up to a slightly tall, slimmed-built yet strong, black haired man. He had an outlandish hairstyle and a personality that fit with it: a dangerous man. “Are you the alchemist that this town has been up in arms about?” I asked. “Oh heavens no my dear, I couldn’t read a book nor know anything complex like that if my life depended on it, but I am the one who wrote you that letter,” he said smugly. “I couldn’t help but lust for your affectionate body. I had heard you were looking for a skilled alchemist. I knew ‘hell, I’m not one at all,’ but I knew I had to meet you at some point, so I went out of the way to write that letter for you and bring you here.” My newest body at the time was for the most part one of my better choices. I thought at first he was simply another pimp, but he was more then that. He said sweet words that swept me off my feet like never before, and asked me out for dinner. I couldn’t refuse.
The next night I was expecting a night at some upper class banquet hall, which I mostly went to myself, but it was something completely out of the unordinary. He took me to a bar called the Dragon’s Snare, in which I became infuriated that he’d take me to some low-life drab, but he said kindly to me “Now now, don’t judge a book by its cover my dear, it is actually more quaint than you might imagine at this momentous occasion.” I gave him a chance to show me, as I knew alchemy was the same way: there was more to it then meets the eye. It turned out to be an enjoyable time, and I fell for him. He was an oddity of his time, and that was what I loved in a man: something new and voracious. We became fast lovers for awhile, that was, until his death …
It was on a spring night in April that he took me on a carriage ride through the park. It must have cost him a boatload. I perceive that he had a lot more money then he was letting on to, and that he was trying to hide a more richly state he could have inherited. But with the bright stars and his radiant and trusting face, I didn't even think twice about his financial caste. “I never want to leave you,” I pronounced to him. But then, the night went from beautiful to ugly. A number of soldiers came rushing towards us, what seemed like pale riders that were dashing quickly along the path.
“That must be him, get him!” yelled one of the soldiers. As I looked behind me, I did no see any Creta or Aerugo Soldiers that I would most likely suspect … they were of Central. The carriage driver stopped the ride, but as he did, Marcus jumped into the driver’s seat and pushed the guy off. “I won’t let them harm you, my love!” he proclaimed as he had the horses gallop at a tremendous speed. Yet still, the carriage was too heavy to make a successful escape, and the soldiers were catching up to us. He eventually lost control, and the horses somehow broke free from the carriage. We then toppled over.
Mr. Vetteleri tried to make a successful escape, but was trampled down by massive steeds’ hooves. Equipping their swords, they all pointed them at his face. He knew when he was beat, and gave himself up. And so they arrested him, mistaking him as an Aerugoian Spy due to him being one of the very few Amestrian men that didn’t uphear to the draft. Back then there was no appropriate court system of any type, and he would be killed. They didn’t kill him by any normal means however: They drenched him with alcohol and lit him on fire. I was at the time grateful that I wasn’t a spectator of his extermination. He was yet still given a proper funeral at my expense.
I couldn’t continue to live though. For once in my life I truly felt like I was dying. Physically I had felt it many times, but not emotionally. True love I pondered could never break me apart from this man. I had to bring him back ... I just knew I had to! “Where I went wrong with the bastard son Basel, I will not go wrong here!” I was too blind that I had forgotten the truth behind all truths: human transmutation was never possible upon any level. I went to the graveyard where he was burried, and opened his casket. I found that all his flesh and muscles were burned up, and all his blood dried. I only saw a pile of bones.
I then went about to get the ingredients that Hohenhiem once used to try and resurrect Basel, along with a few other ingredients I conceptualized would work. Another trip to The Gate I went, offering it yet another gift. In the end though, only what came of it all was simple: an undead abomination. Out of my own desperation to see him again, I fed him red stones so that he might form to look like as he once did again, just as I had done to my old son Basel. And so the second Homunculus was born, and I gave him the name Greed. All he ever did care was for himself from that day forward … He looked at me as only a tool to give him what he desired most: Money, Power, and Immortality.
Chapter 2: A Red Incident
Chapter 2: A Red Incident
He let out a boisterous laugh. “This is going to be fun!” Putting on a pair of thin shades, the person beside him spoke up. “Honestly, can you think of anyone but yourself Greed?” she said, draped in a black funeral gown, wearing a feminine hat with a veil attached to it. “I live for no one else but myself, unlike you Lust,” Greed replied. “You’re so mindlessly loyal to her that you don’t seem to notice it.” “So be it then, I can’t say I have a problem with any of it anyways,” explained Lust. This Lust was the first Lust to be made, the one that was made before the later Lust that would later be created by an Ishbalan in hopes of resurrecting his love. Her Ouroboros was located on the back of her neck. “After you, dear,” said Greed, mocking the human etiquette.
She started to walk up to the entrance, where two Amestrian soldiers with flintlock muskets stood. They wore a uniform much different then the later 1900s-1920s Amestrian soldiers however. Their uniforms consisted of a blue, buttoned-down coat, with two white straps that went around them, making a large X. They also wore white pants with that, and what Greed called “funny tall hats” on their heads, which had a red feather that poked out. The defenders noticed Lust approaching them.
“Ma’am, this is restricted militar…” but before the first guard could finish, she took off her veil, from which the guard was able to notice the face of the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. His mind stopped as he saw the luscious mask that beauty wore, but beauty would cost the watcher a hefty price. Lust’s eyes became fixated on her target; the man’s thoughts went rampant with fear. This homunculi’s power was the ability to make the mind of the individual or group who witnessed her face to go slightly mindless in thought. After which point, she could slightly manipulate their mind. She was able to grasp the soldier’s greatest fear and send it reeking through their craniums.
He let out a mad cry, and started shooting. He shot Lust, and ran to the other guard, and then accidentally stabbing him in the head with the bayonet attached to his musket as Lust moved out of the way. “Looks like you got pinched a bit there Lust,” chuckled Greed. “Leave your fucking comments to yourself,” muttered Lust. “Oooooh I’m so hurt,” exaggerated Greed.
“You there!” she pointed towards the now eccentric, before he was about to stab Lust again. “Attack anyone in your path, or I might just show you an image of your father’s decayed corpse,” proclaimed the Homunculus. Too frightened to have another haunted image come to him, he reloaded a shot into his musket as fast as he could and opened the double doors. “What’s wrong William?” asked one of the soldiers. He let the bullet go flying into the one who asked the question, tears falling down his cheeks. Tired of killing, he yelled “Take my life away! Hell can be no worse then this!” Other soldiers ran and killed William. Lust let out a heavy sigh. “What boorish simpletons.” The other soldiers witnessed her face. She took a shot at controlling all their minds, but there were just too many for her. Most of them did fall into a sense of uneasiness and shock though. She was continually shot by flintlocks. She fell to the ground in blood.
As the storm seemed over, it had only started. Greed’s skin turned to black diamonds as the carbon atoms rearranged themselves on the exterior of his body. He jumped through a solid brick wall, and all the musketeers fired. He took the muskets, which had bayonets attached, from two soldiers, and started swinging the bayonet-mounted guns around as if they were swords. He sliced and stabbed through five soldiers before he threw one at a soldier from a large distance, and threw another soldier down, stabbing him in the chest with the other. By the looks of Greed and his perceived invincible manner, the men had thought that a demon had been unleashed into the mortal world. “Whatever the hell that thing is, I want it dead!” yelled the Colonel of the facility. He was able to have 15 line up between one another, and let loose a terrible volley. Though the Greed’s black diamond skin was easily a match for him to withstand the barrage, he couldn’t help but feel that the battle would get worse. Still, he was as cocky as ever. “Meat bags, I’ll rip your innards apart!” he screamed.
He started to massacre the lined row of men. “Melee positions, arm your swords!” he yelled. Supposedly this was the elite division that defended this particular area, but it mattered little to a homunculus. They slashed their blades as Greed kicked and slammed his fists and feet. One by one, they were falling down. The Colonel drew out a pair of dual-wielding knives in which he flicked around like a squall. With the distraction, more soldiers came rushing to help. As Greed threw a final blow, he felt as if something was wrong. “More then I expected” explained Greed to himself. Greed though had no idea what he was getting himself into, as even some of the black diamonds had shattered off his body.
What look to be a newly committed zombie from the grave, Lust had regained her composure. “But she’s supposed to be dead!” wailed one of the soldiers who had seen her fall. Again, Lust tried to gain the attention of as many men as she could, and was able to have a many do so. “You aren’t afraid of me or this “demon,” what you truly fear is yourselves. They could be revolutionists as well! Kill the betrayers!” At the time, a revolutionary war in Amestris was at hand. She built into the horrors that many had about their own military, and made them turn on one another. Barbaric they became, even going so far as to bite and scratch, just like a carnivorous, wild animal. Although not all the men seduced so low as to believe Lust’s whims, it was enough that Greed could easily finish. Everyone in the area then heard an earth-shattering slam, as a gate opened up.
“Your time is up homunculus!” Out from the door stepped out a high-ranking officer, one that outranked all the men that he could see before him. He was atop a higher pier in the large and spacious production installation. Lust, hearing the word ‘Homunculus,’ fell into shock. Greed couldn’t give a f*!@ what he said however.
“Who the f*!@ are you, and how do you know what we are!?” asked Lust. “Lets say I’ve heard a few too many ‘mythological tales’ when I was growing up,” he explained. “Bah! Please spare us a prolonged speech,” said the brash Greed. They then saw as he took out a piece of chalk, and drew a transmutation circle. “I’m Brigadier General Alfred Springfield, the Steelheart Alchemist!” He then punched the circle, and lightning-like bolts and a blue aura arose. Out from the upper level came a cannon. In the Steelheart Alchemist’s right hand, he started transmuting metal into cannonballs. “f*!@ you! Come down here and show me your real skill!” screamed Greed. “What, and stoop to your level?” asked the witty alchemist. Out came a flying cannonball at Greed. He jumped out of the way in time.
Lust looked into his eyes, hoping she could somehow manipulate him, but nothing occurred from it. In fact, it only angered the one-sighted Steelheart Alchemist even more. Springfield went to transmute yet another cannon, launching both. They both missed yet again. “I’m not having any effect against his mind,” mentioned Lust. “That’s good! It means I get to kill him on my own!” said the delighted male homunculus. As the two homunculi talked, the alchemist had engraved the alchemic symbol needed to create cannons on his glove. Greed started running towards the stairs. The Steelheart Alchemist ran around the installation, laying down cannons in all the positions he could. Lust feared a trap. Greed didn’t suspect anything at all however, as he was too fixated on his opponent.
“Now!” yelled the Brigadier General. Large artillery crews ran out from all the doors on the upper level, with flint and fire. Greed, confused, stopped for a second, but then continued as he started dashing up the stairs. “You, on the south side, attack the one going up the stairs!” yelled the master strategist. They let out a bombardment at Greed, and a few areas of the steps fell. Greed jumped to the third level before the first two fell. “The rest of you, get the girl!” yelled the alchemist. They all let loose at her. Loud crashing sounds could be heard as they hit the bricked flooring. She hit the ground hard as she was hit by one. “BASTARDS!” she cried.
Brigadier General Springfield started alchemizing more ammunition for the cannons. Greed tried to continue up, but another bombardment had the whole set of stairs fall. Greed was dangling on the ledge of the fourth story. “You have lost! Come quietly and you will not be harmed!” howled the alchemist. Greed, persistent as ever, jumped to the wall, and with his powerful hands, smashed all his fingers into the wall. Continuing to smash each hand, one higher than the last. “He’s climbing the walls!” All the soldiers became frightened, especially when he jumped to the final level. The artillery unit stood no chance now, as they tried to run from the angered homunculus. Only Brigadier General Alfred Springfield stood up to the sin.
The alchemist, transmuting a large section of the wall, and a large fist of brick flew towards Greed. It had no effect on him. The Brigadier General then looked down at Lust, who he saw was still alive. “What the hell are you …?” Springfield fell into shock not from Lust’s manipulative ways, but from the sheer power the two homunculi held. Greed then took a hold of the off-guard alchemist, threw him against the wall, and threw him off the top level of the facility. He came crashing down to the floor below on his head. Blood gushed on the ground. Lust kicked him. “Yep, he’s dead.” “Well now that that’s over, let’s help ourselves to the real prize!” mentioned the excited Greed.
Chapter 3: Cold Welcoming Home
Chapter 3: Cold Welcoming Home
“I’m surprised you didn’t storm off with it all,” remarked Lust. “Hey, I may be greedy, but I’m not stupid,” mentioned Greed. They continued to walk near along the dirt path. “I need that old hag to make these materials into the very gifts I long for …” Greed’s face reeked with apprehension. “You have no right to call the very master that created you an ‘old hag’.” “Like I give a rat’s ass of your opinion anyways,” Greed barked in displeasure. His pace quickened.
They could then see up ahead of them Dublith, and looked in the direction of Dante’s abode. “I hate this new and irksome place, I can’t wait to get what I came for and leave,” mentioned Greed with a smirk. Lust then looked around herself and jumped off the path. “What the hell are you up to now?” asked the scrutinizing Greed. “You know we can’t have anyone see where our holding spot is!” she started to run with great speed through the trees that could be seen off the beaten trail. “Like I would ever care …” Greed said to himself. He quickly caught up to Lust. They eventually reached the top of the large, steep hill, where a large mansion stood.
Lust knocked on the entryway doors. A haggard old lady, who looked to be in her early 80’s, walked towards the noise. “Who is it?” She asked, before she would open. “Why it’s the King of Amestris! Who’d you think b*tch!?” asked the antagonized male homunculus; he was insipid of having to stand another minute around when he could be out smooching some fine ladies. “Lady Dante, excuse this detestable, street filth!” engaged Lust. Dante acted as if she hadn’t heard the two at all, and opened the double-doors. “Alright, let’s get this done quickly. I expect more red stones this time.” He took the bag that was swung on his shoulders and dropped it on the floor in front of her. He then walked towards the couch in the spacious living room, jumped on the extravagant couch, and rested his grimy shoes upon the coffee table. “Mrs. Dante, how can you call him a ‘homunculus’!?” asked the conscientious Lust, who couldn’t deal with the rebellious individual.
Dante’s mind raced back to the 1600's, during the rebirth of Greed. “Oh Mr. Vetteleri, is that your cheerful face!?” Tears were stroking down her cheeks, after the homunculus had recovered from eating a plenty number of red stones. ‘I wonder if my memories had reached into him?’ the beautiful lover asked herself quietly. The homunculus woke up for the first time in the form of a human. “Where am I?” he asked Dante. “You’re back!” she hugged him. The ‘lifeless doll’ however detested it. Memories of a woman just like her flashed in his head. Feeling pain, he pushed her away. “Get away from me!” he yelped.
She stopped her thoughts about then, and focused on now. “Hold on Greed, your share of the red stones will come” she murmured. The memories of Greed, and not Mr. Marcus F. Vetteleri, are all that were left in Dante’s subconscious at that point in time. She had Envy capture a number of people in order that the red stones could be created. With the extra supplies from the heavily-defended, alchemic research facility that Greed and Lust raided, she could make a large batch. “Hopefully Envy’s report will come out as planned …” she mumbled to herself.
The homunculus, relaxing himself on the couch, was satiated as he stared at the embellishing designs that stroked the ceilings of the monolithic chateau. He then looked over at Lust, who had already sat herself down in a large armchair to the left of him. The sun’s rays glared behind her from the window. “Can you stop looking so glum all the time and lighten up some,” expounded Greed. “Shut up you bastard of a beast,” spited the female homunculus. “I can’t wait till the day Dante will get rid of the mutt you are!” “Well now, isn’t that just precious?” the conceited Greed put on a face that met no fear.
Before they were at each other’s throats, a knock came at the door. Lust got out of her chair to answer it. “Oh rapture, I wonder who that could be …” Greed said sarcastically. Lust opened the doors, and saw a familiar sight. “Welcome,” said Lust in a monotone, as was the inflection she put on most words, unless she was frantic. “So did you all get the materials she asked for!?” demanded the man at the door. “Yes Envy, all went according to plan. I hope yours went well too,” exclaimed Lust. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to report you to the old hag!” shouted Greed as he overheard the conversation. The sin at the entrance became ill-tempered, running into the living room and smashing the coffee table that Greed had been laying his feet on. “What? Not happy to …” “Stop acting like you’re the boss of me! I’ve been around over 100 years longer than you have!” Greed continued to keep his cool, forgetting Envy was in front of him. “Once I report the new discovery to her, we’ll see who looks so comfortable!” Envy cracked a large smile.
Dante came into the living room to see the coffee table in pieces. “Envy, was that really necessary?” asked the aged woman. Envy gave an agitated glance at her master. “Well Greed, here is your priceless gems,” dropping them on the floor before him. Seeing them, he dashed to the luscious treats, and started devouring them. He felt his energy all the more supplementing his already tremendous capability. The oldest homunculus loathed every moment he watched. He turned his head and spit in antipathy. Lust simply continued to stare into space, as Dante or Envy would expect of her.
He got off his knees, stared into the face of his maker, and commented. “Pity, I would love to sit and chat, but I have better ways to waste my time.” He then exited the luxurious manor, slamming the doors behind him. The room kept silent for awhile. Lust kept into a blank stare, Envy was distraught, but Dante … a look of amusement fell on her face, which was not consistent of her at all. “Envy, what’s the report?” she said in a shrill voice. Envy snickered. “The man in Xenotime has confirmed.” Dante became exacerbated with joy.
Greed went down into the town of Dublith, taking a brief stop at his favorite bar: the Devil’s Nest. “Hey look, its Greed!” cheered the bartender. To the people there, they only thought Greed was a nickname, they had no idea it was his habitual name used, nor of his true origins. He laughed. “Dan, some hard whisky on the house, will ya?” “Certainly Greed, we owe it to you after that bar fight you stopped.” Greed faked, for the most part, his true feelings of the man he talked to. I mean, why would a homunculus make friendships with “meat bags” like them? Two ladies came towards him. “Ladies, how are you!?” he egotistically said as he sat at the bar counter. With his hard whiskey and slutty women, what else could he want?
Just then, a recent memory came into being as he looked at a man across from him, a memory of last night. “Alright Lust, I’ve got the prize!” She looked over his shoulder. “Ah, the supplies … and money?” “Yeah, you think I’d just leave it here?” Lust sighed, not understanding his craving of worldly possessions. As they were exiting, Greed heard the breadth of a man come up. “Why …? Why do you do it!?” asked the soldier, who had somehow survived the onslaught. “How careless of me, I forgot one!” he screamed in a maniacal chortle. “I asked you a question, answer damn it!” shrieked the dying soldier. “Oh … well I guess just because I just don’t care for you to be alive!” he yelled as he was about to kill the blood-gushed man. “You may be stronger then me, but I bet you aren’t happy!” advised the soldier. Greed stopped his fist. “I can see it … in your eyes … you want everything, but you know … you can’t have it …” A bothered look fell upon his face. “Greed, just kill him so we can get out of here …” explained Lust, but Greed was paying no attention to her. “I know I can die happy … knowing that I had … the brotherhood with my … other men … I will see them … all in heaven, away from the pain!” the blood spewing from him was great, and he died. The homunculus saw a smile upon the dead man’s face.
‘How can a man be so happy, even right before his death?’ Greed asked himself quietly, taking another sip from his whisky.
Chapter 4: Roots of Deception
Chapter 4: Roots of Deception
The two seduced women looked at the homunculi. “What’s wrong?” one of them asked, caressing his cheeks. Greed, just now paying attention to the present, answered “Fine ladies, just fine …” He wasn’t however. He continued to look at the man across the bar. The man looked dejected and exasperated. Greed saw that he had cuts and bruises all over him, with a raunchy blanket wrapped around him. ‘The guy looks torn apart,’ thought Greed, the sound in the room dying out. ‘If anyone knows about this human depression I feel, he would.’ Greed was disconcerted. “Girls, if you’ll excuse.” Walking over to the dejected shadow in the corner of the Devil’s Nest, the homunculus stopped. ‘Why the hell are you doing this!? Oh well, I’ll get this over and get back to my desires,’ contemplated Greed.
The man looked up as the sin took a seat next to him. “What do you want sir!?” demanded the man, hunched in fear. “Whoa, whoa, calm down. I’m not here to hurt you. I only have a simple question to ask …” the downcast stared into the pupils of Greed’s eyes. “If I told you, I would only be hurt even more, just leave me alone,” he replied. The empty, dark-lit bar seemed even more inaudible than before. “Damn it, I need to know!” The bartender and a few of the others there caught notice. “These images are only getting worse! You look gloom and sorrowful, you should know my problems!” Greed picked up the man by the collar of his damaged apparel. “I can’t answer you that, only you can …” He became dissatisfied and grabbed on to his throat. “Stop that Greed, leave the defenseless vagabond alone!” screamed the bartender. “Vagabond?” the homunculus, prurient, set him back down in his seat.
The dim red shade of the light seemed to obfuscate more. “Yes you heard right. I’ve been allowed to stay here as long as I stay quiet.” Greed looked over at Dan, and then back at the castaway. “Yes I am an Amestrian revolutionist,” he admitted, “now please leave me alone.” The sin, trying to look as scholarly as possible, stated, “Isn’t it that one becomes a renegade in this age simply by choice?” “One might see it that way; I see it as a duty.” The man stared at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts.
“The King of Amestris has always thrown down his fist, clasping us into iron shackles. But new ways of regulation are being discovered. Hereditary rule is a joke. How can we expect every son of the “lordly” bloodline to always emerge as a great leader, especially when we have no control over it?” Greed sat there, and thought about how Envy was always treated as the boss of the homunculus, simply because he’s been around longer. “The point is we do have control …” He stood up from his chair. “We no longer have to live under that oppression!” the exile began to roar louder. “It is the people that should decide, not nature itself!” The homunculus thought even more about it. ‘Envy is only considered superior because he has been around longer. Meager worm!’ his animosity increased. “Hey stop that now, you’re scaring my customers!” yelled the bartender to the prophesier. The man paid no heed. “Through force the King will learn in his errors!”
‘Why do I let that b*tch take control of me? I don’t need her!’ he proclaimed to himself in thought. ‘Still, I’ve seen her magic … I can’t defeat her …” The lifeless doll became cynical for a moment. “Band united, and together we all can show the King that his people do matter!” It hit Greed at that moment. Numbers, large numbers. “A new country will be bo…!” He looked behind him as he heard the cock of a gun.
“Revolutionist, come quietly or you will be shot on site!” a provocative voice could be heard outside the building. “Take me then, I will not live under this injustice anymore!” Glaring at where he heard the inflection, he turned his head back towards Greed, as if he suspected for him to take action with him. ‘I can’t believe it … he sounds so much like me …” he became fixated towards his hands; uneasiness struck his face. ‘Could I be … human …?’ Amestrian soldiers stormed the bar, wielding curved blades. “You’re outnumbered!” yelled one of them. Everyone except Greed and the vagabond ducked on the floor. “Yeah, tell me then,” the homunculus’s outrage grew, his skin was turning black. “Can 10,000 men kill an invincible demon!?”
Greed jumped at the four men standing before him, tackling them to the ground. More came in, using the furniture and walls as barriers, blasting their flintlock pistols at the nightmare they beheld. Greed, increasingly confident, had much of his black diamond skin resort to its fleshy self. Shot after shot came towards him, his face as valiant as ever. He wouldn’t let a bunch of soldiers stand in his way of what he must do. The musket men became terror-stricken as blood continued to pour from the beast. “Yes, please continue, I’m enjoying it!” A few ran in fear, while a few would fight to the death. They began to charge him. The demon grabbed a chair and hit it against one, taking the fallen and tossing him at another. He pounced on top of two others, crashing them to the floor.
“Sir, I think it’s him, the one who assaulted the facility!” squealed the private. “Damn … Retreat, we don’t have enough to face him!” yelled the Sergeant, who had lead the diminutive brigade. They all tried to run, but only a few could depart the scene from the berserker monster. He let some withdraw, figuring they weren’t worth his attention. “Dear lord, thank you so much!” said the man from the bar. “How can I ever repay you for saving my life?” Greed pondered, and stared across the neo-classical architecture that could be seen throughout Dublith, and up into the forested hills beyond the border of the town. A beam came from the homunculus’s face. He had never been so jubilant in all the 200 years that he had lived.
“Tell me, how does it feel to be free?” requested Greed. “Huh?” “I mean, to be under no rule …” The refugee squinted, his head turning towards the ground. “I may deject everything the state offers, but I am in no way free. Until the King is overthrown, calamity will continue.” The avaricious one knew what had to be done … He would tell his truth. “Look up there,” he pointed. “Yeah?” “Up there is the Queen who rules over me. The old hag continues to treat me like a slave …” The man looked towards the homunculus. “No, not even that, a piece of her …”
A flashback appeared before him. “Do as you’re told, or no more treats for you!” Greed looked up at his master in anger. He then started to morph his skin for the first time. Dante clapped her hands and hit the ground. Before the homunculus could touch her, a large wall appeared between him and his proficient. From the rock floor, golems had been formed. Greed was then piled on as the skulking stone zombies all surrounded him. A clap was heard again, and the golems formed into the floor, leaving a large bump with the male homunculus in between, trapped. “I make the rules, you got that!?”
The thought floated away from Greed. “Tell me: are there other rebels similar to you?” The ragged man looked up to him with a grin. “Follow me, and together we can get what we both aspire for …” This looked to be a new beginning …
Chapter 5: Loose Ends Meet
Chapter 5: Loose Ends Meet
From the top of a lofty tower that looked over Dublith, a shadowy figure gandered at two shapes that stood below. It departed from the scene. Leaping through the air to it’s destination of choice, towards the estate that sat on the overlook. “Lady Dante! Lady Dante!” In the background, the harmony of a piano could be heard playing.
“Lady Dante!” Dante, wearing a beautiful white dress with lace, dating back to the 1600s, relaxed on the piano seat, continuing to play as if she heard nothing. “Master, Greed is leaving Dublith!” yelled Lust. Dante paused. “Oh really?” The female homunculus looked up at Dante. “Lady Dante, let me hunt the wolf down …” Her master stared at the cold being, wearing the funeral dress. Dante knew that Lust was no match for Greed, and Envy was already away on a special assignment. ‘I can’t very well fight him; I must continue to stay in hiding here.’ She gazed across the room, at a door that had been locked ever since she closed it. Dante picked up a book, and under it there laid a key. Taking the key, she showed it to the sin.
“You want to battle Greed on your own?” Lust’s eyes broadened, her pupils no longer endless black holes, but a sign of life seemed to overcome her, even though it was only artificial. “Behind that door lies your token of choice,” inquired the old lady. Lust walked slowly to it, each step impacting the ground as if it was an explosion of death. The key entered the keyhole, and was turned. Ajar came the gateway to victory. It grew a light red aura.
The hag went back to the song she had been playing. “Ah yes, the “Immortal Song.” That’s what I shall call it. It will be a reminder to me that I will constantly live forever …”
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Down the beaten road, a swift wind stirred about as two horses rode across it. “The air is refreshing, is it not?” asked the fugitive. Greed stared at the man. “When are we going to get there!?” inquired the homunculus. “Well we have still quite a journey on our hands, be patient.” The gentleman observed the beautiful cloudless sky, the sun shining. “I never did ask what your name is …” Greed peered towards the direction that the voice came from. “Some call me a demon, some a beast, and one calls me her puppet. I on the other hand prefer Greed.” “Well then Greed, my name is Samuel Nock.”
The voyage continued in silence; all that could be heard was the beating of hooves. A distant thought of the day Mr. Vetteleri reached his mind for a split second, as four horsemen came riding to his runaway carriage. The homunculus screamed for a moment. “Are you alright!?” questioned Samuel. “A nightmare … hopefully a fantasy only …” “I hope only so as well, Greed.” Greed had never felt so challenged in all his years of existence. ‘I will overcome, my greed is unmatched!’ idealized the homunculus towards himself. “Look, look!” yelled the man. Viewing through a vista, he could slightly see what looked to be a large canyon. “Rush Valley … It has hardly been settled, it is a great place for the revolutionists to hide.”
By the time they reached the town, Samuel unpacked a bag that he had on the side of his horse. “Here, take this.” He threw Greed a blanket quite similar to the one he was wearing. “Don’t let anyone see your face; if they learn you are one of us and remember your face, your life will be in danger.” “What, do I look like I …” The sin paused in the middle of his sentence. He had nothing to worry about, he was the Ultimate Shield after all. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel for his new friend. ‘Wait a minute … Why do I care what happens to him!? He’s only a useless pawn, remember that Greed!’ The homunculus, deep in judging himself, heard the words of Samuel Nock speak. “Come on, put it on quickly!” Without hesitation, he threw it over himself. A couple passed by the travelers, squinting to see who they could be, but continued on.
“That was a close one … Quickly, follow me!” The brown steed picked up its pace a little. Greed had the pale horse he rode move faster. Samuel had his horse jump behind the corner of a building, the mounted homunculus mimicking. As the exile leapt from his horse, so did Greed. “Tie her up to this post, and run with me as quietly as you can. If ANYONE happens to follow us, then the many revolutionists will die that trap themselves in there.” They sprint up the hill, which was away from the village and into a cave that lead deep into the canyons. “You stay in a dirty rat hole like this!?” requested the sin. “It’s not much, but outlaws like me have no other place to stay; if our identity is told to a soldier of the state, we are killed on site.” The two moved on deep into the cave, with a torch that they lit. Drops of water could be heard, splashing onto the rocky surface of the interior. Cold chills ran down Greed’s spine. A bat or two could be heard.
“This is it, up ahead.” The glow of fire could be examined. As they walked into the entrance, a number of voices were played through the ears of the two. It sounded like a debate. “Sir Monmouth, I do not think it is so necessary to condone a course of action as harsh as this!” “It must be done soon, or else the King will only gain the favor of more people!” “We don’t have the numbers.” “It is now or never!” Samuel Nock looked into the room and whistled his fingers together. “Gentleman, quiet down,” he said. “Oh it’s you Mr. Nock! Did you find anymore that would join us?” “No, I couldn’t convert any more to our calling … but I did find this man, he saved my life!” A quiet man in the back looked at Greed, and became petrified. ‘I can’t believe it … it’s him …’ the man pondered. “Only this guy? Well at least you got out of there alive Sam.”
Greed, speaking out of turn, spoke up. “Excuse me … but did you say ‘only THIS guy’?” “Yeah, you are only one man …” “NO!” he roared. Everyone’s attention was towards the homunculus. “I am more than one man … I am the Ultimate Shield, and I came to help since me and this guy here made a deal …” The outcasts were all puzzled. “Men, his name is Greed. He has the power to morph into a powerful beast, one that cannot be stopped. I saw it myself as almost took out a whole brigade of Amestrian troops on his very own!” Shocked faces came, especially the quiet man in the back. “An angel of Heaven lies before us!” Greed, hardly impressed, explained, “No, Mr. Samuel, a demon is before you …” He skin changed to black diamonds, and he punched the interior of the cave. Chunks flew off, and a rumble was heard.
Samuel’s face brightened as he could tell that Greed was fully with them, while the other looked in amazement. The craving sin knew to fully get their trust he must first live up to their expectations. “Everyone listen up: I have heard of this King that lies before you. I will free you all, giving you all the freedom that I desire! From there, I ask you all if you would set me free from my Master …” No one knew what to think, as the situation of their numbers was already up for question of whether it stood a chance verses the Amestris military in Central, where the King’s Palace stood. The one from the back spoke up again. “Is it true Nocks … Isn’t it also that his skin can’t be damaged by a bullet as well?” Samuel nodded. Greed looked at the hardly visible person, and was curious.
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Elsewhere, a homunculus looked at a wailing boy. “Why did you kill him!” he requested to know. The sin, in a dignified tone, looked down at the kid. “You know that little children are only a pain to those who bare them, right?” he picked up the child and threw him against the wall. Streams of tears gushed forth. A kick came towards the boy’s face, and his face was bleeding. “He didn’t cooperate, I had no other choice. If you don’t want to die either like “good old daddy”, you’ll take me to the corpse of the one I seek!”
The boy, getting up slowly, obeyed. He picked up a shovel, and the soulless body walked with him. A smirk came about its face.
Chapter 6: The Hunt
Chapter 6: The Hunt
Greed walked over to the back where an old man laid. “How do you know about me?” asked the homunculus. “That’s not important … what matters most is what you do with what you’re given,” advised the man. ‘With what I’m given, I won’t settle for just that!?’ The Ultimate Shield, unpleased, was about to kick the man … until he remembered that this man was an ally. With his leg halfway through the motion, Greed used it instead to stomp the hard rock below him, and then bent down so he could peer him eye-to-eye. “This master of yours, she sounds powerful if she is able to tame you …” “She only has the help of others. With everyone’s help in here, and others, I can be set free from her … but first, I will liberate everyone here from the King.” “That is awfully kind of you,” mentioned Samuel. What Samuel didn’t realize was that Greed wasn’t being kind at all; he only wanted to have them more loyal to him.
Just then, footsteps, and gnarled grunts, were heard. “Oh dear … have we been found out!?” asked one of the refugees. “All of you, stay back, I’ll handle this!” The provoked Greed walked towards the entrance of the cave. What he saw was a number of villagers, with various weapons of all kinds, before him. “We’ve come to kill you …” “Listen, there is nothing in here but me,” lied the homunculus. “We know … we’ve come for you, Greed.” He became astounded. “Well, I don’t know how you all know who I am, but I won’t let you get away with that knowledge!”
He rushed towards two guys in front of him, pouncing on top of one of their heads. One could hear the man’s skull bash against the rock-hard ground. Another rushed at him with a kitchen knife. The sin took evasive action, and dodged every swipe of the thin blade. Ducking, he threw an uppercut, and took the knife. He went and threw it at another, making him fall in pain. ‘That should scare them enough …’ but it didn’t. The people came running towards him with the same enthusiasm as before. ‘My god … there numbers are huge …’ It seemed almost as if all the people of Rush Valley had come together to fight him.
“No matter, I can defeat you all!” He quickly threw a punch at one of the many villagers, and then tripped another. Grabbing a body, he threw it aside. All the townspeople that were present tried tackling the avid sin. “Out of my way!” but they paid no heed to his words. Some came running at him with simply a broom in hand. ‘What the hell is going on!?’ he thought to himself after kicking a man in the face. The vibrant ring of a bell in a clock tower was heard. Greed moved his attention towards it, and saw a concealed identity atop of it. “That must mean … that’s impossible … LUST!”
He tried dashing to the clock tower, where she surveyed the battle, knocking humans out of his way. “I’ll get you! I’ll get you!” Before the infamous beast could reach her, all the people around Greed jumped on top of him, trying to slow him down. As more and more piled on him, he couldn’t move. Only Greed’s face was visible. One villager came towards him with a large mallet, and took it down on the homunculus’s head. Greed’s skin started to heal, until another pound from the large hammer came. “Enjoy the pain, betrayer!” “You don’t have to hide it anymore Lust, I know you’re controlling them!” Charging from the distance was a dark shadow. “I’ve never seen anything move so fast before in my life … what is going on?”
“Welcome Greed,” said Lust. “You’ve been following me this whole time, haven’t you b*tch!” wailed the male homunculus. She seemed to ignore what he last said, and boasted about herself. “Since last we spoke, my power has grown immeasurably.” Peering at two men with torches with a bitter look in her eyes, she faced towards greed once again. “By order of Dante, Master of the Homunculus, you are no longer needed by her …” she was then interrupted as a shot came towards her head. She fell over, looking dead. “Greed, get out of there!” yelled Samuel, who had been watching the event. The demon’s skin turned to the color of the starless night, and with madness like never before, crawled from the bodies on top of him. He whisked to the men with brandished fire, throwing them against the canyon’s face.
He saw the torches drop from their hands. “I got it …” He quickly ran inside a large group of trees that struck up from the rocks, and set the trees on fire. People continued to follow after him. Many fell down, burning. “Lust should know better then simply order them to ‘follow and attack me wherever I go.’” He chuckled. Lust then caught consciousness once again. Gun shots from Greed’s allies in the cave came towards her. “Revolutionists! Revolutionists in the caves! Kill them, kill them!” She screamed. The puppets under her control turned towards the caves, and were then after them. “Please stop, we don’t want to hurt you!” The people wouldn’t stop, and some of the exiles cried. “FIRE NOW!” howled one of them. They let fire, and a blast of projectiles flew at the rioting villagers.
“This is hopeless … I need stronger minions then these …” Lust broke away from the occasion, and took a single leap to reach the top of the bell tower. The villagers were no longer under the female homunculus’s control anymore. “To Central I will go, and raise an army! You will fall Greed, you bastard, you will fall!” She vaulted from the tower towards the ground once again, and fled the scene to go up north. Greed heard every word she said. He came out from the forest; his diamond-hard skin unscratched. The defectors looked from the higher ground that they sat on down below at the monster, and were more awed then they had been before about him.
“What happened?” asked one of the former mind-controlled people, as were other people. He looked around him, to see that there were people from Rush Valley, dead. “What the hell!?” He then caught sight at a number of men with muskets and blunderbusses. “You!” “All of you attacked one of our men first …” Samuel pointed towards the forest, where the people could see a demon and fire. “Hell has come …” The man fell unconscious. A young man, no more then in his teens, ran towards him. “Father, father wake up!” He looked up to the man that spoke to him. “Why did you kill us!? We never hurt you!” They realized he had lost all memory of the whole thing that took place. “Please … we have no gripe with you, only your King …” “Revolutionists!” yelled the teen. The people of Rush Valley ran towards Samuel Nock and his men.
“We don’t want to hurt you!” The people wouldn’t stop running towards them. “Outlaws!” “Peacebreakers!” “Murderers!” That was what was heard from their mouths. The zealots would no longer lay a finger on them, they felt ashamed. “It looks like we will be hated forever …” proclaimed Samuel to the others. They were kicked and stoned. Greed, coming out from the ashes, stared above him. He saw as his new colleagues were being beaten. ‘Could it be … no it can’t … I feel like I’m right there with them …” The old Greed wouldn’t have given them even a second thought. The new one, however, did. “Foolish mortals!” he moaned, “If you want hell, I suggest you step away from my friends!” The townspeople looked had completely forgotten about Greed up to this point. As they bared witness to him, they all ran away in panic. “The King was right, the revolutionists are in league with the devil!” one said in alarm.
‘Wait a minute Greed … did you say “friend”?’ The homunculus couldn’t believe he had said it. “Greed, you saved our lives … mine twice now,” commented Samuel. In avarice, Greed replied, “Well of course I did; I said I’d keep my word.” He took off his shades, and winked towards Samuel. “Mr. Nock, a job well done!” uttered the man in charge of them all. It was the old man that Greed had talked to earlier. “Listen up: pack your things! We’re heading for Central where we will kill this witch!” The sin knew he was referencing Lust.
As they all went inside, obeying the leader’s task, the old man walked up to Greed, but did not look towards his face. “She is powerful, no doubt about it.” “I can’t believe she got away, I could have easily destroyed her right there and then.” The old man looked towards the homunculus then. “No, I doubt you could by yourself …” Greed, confused, asked the man “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about a weakness … Tell me all you know about her, and I think I can help you then …”
“Who are you!?”
“I’ve been around the block a couple of times … Just call me a guide …”
Greed wouldn’t admit to it, but he realized that she somehow had become powerful then ever before. He agreed to the old man’s proposal.
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“You!” yelled out a Sergeant from Southern HQ to a messenger boy, at the Dublith Post Office. “Give this message to Central Headquarters …” “What is it about, sir?” The Sergeant gave a stern look at the young boy. “Never mind that son, it’s a very dangerous matter.” The boy became afraid.
“Your life depends on the safety of this nation, do you understand me!?” “Yes sir!” said the child, miming a militaristic salute. “Hurry, go!” The kid ran to his bike, and pedaled off towards Central.
Chapter 7: Revolution
Chapter 7: Revolution
“Come on, you gotta hurry!” said the messenger boy to himself. Along the route he pedaled that would lead to Central. Along the way, he took a pit stop at Rush Valley. “Whew I’m tired …” Before he finished his sentence, he caught sight to a newspaper that was thrown on the ground. The headline read “Disaster in Rush Valley: 34 killed by Revolutionists.” ‘Oh no, daddy told me about those wicked men …” Interested in the whole affair, he went against his orders and opened the letter. Though still young, he could read enough of the report to understand the gist of it. “They were in Dublith, and now here … Oh no!”
The child, afraid that the refugees could still be around, ran to the old lady. “Ma’am, ma’am!” “Good day to you young sir,” she replied. “Is it true that there were those bad people here!?” “I’m afraid so …” The kid looked into the woman’s eyes, and cried. “I need to give this letter to Central, but I’m too scared!” “Oh dear … settle down, settle down!” A gentleman came down the path, seeing the young boy in tears from far away. “Is everything ok?” he asked. The kid, seeing him in military attire, got out his letter. “Mister, I have been told to take this to Central, but …” “He is too panicked at the moment to officer,” explained the old woman. He took the note and read it over. ‘Oh dear … That is the same exact description as that monster,’ he concluded. ‘If they started at Dublith, and came up to Rush Valley, that mean …’
The soldier paused, and looked down at the kid, putting his hand on his shoulder. “Thank you son, this is very beneficial to the state,” he mentioned, trying to keep a positive face. “The military will take it from here.” The boy smiled. “Do you know the way back home child?” asked the officer. “Yes, but … I don’t wanna be attacked mister!” “Alright, I’ll have someone escort you home. Is that ok with you?” The boy grinned once again, and agreed. “Good, then follow me.” “I hope the military gets to the bottom of this … I don’t want children like him ever seeing what happened here yesterday,” advised the haggard lady. “The military will hunt down these traitors to the state, you have my word.” The woman went then on her way, and the officer and kid were off to the Rush Valley Military Department.
“Boys, we got a lead on where they could be!” yelled the private, with the boy near his side. “This boy has a message saying that the “demon” was sighted in Dublith.” They jumped on the letter, to make sure that the soldier wasn’t bluffing. “It’s written from Sergeant Nathaniel Croix from Dublith,” mentioned one of the enlistees. “Then that could only mean that they’re heading up to Central …” Shock filled the room. “Send a carrier pigeon, it’s the only thing fast enough to reach the capital in time!” yelled a Warrant Officer named Joseph Andre.
The place was in an uproar, yet kept as professional as it could, even as they were in this dire position. “Warrant Officer Andre,” proclaimed the soldier with the boy, “This kid needs an escort to get back safely to Dublith, who should I …” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get him back safely,” interrupted the Warrant Officer. “But sir …” “I said don’t worry about. Besides, I have a few words I’d like to have with Southern Headquarters.” The private understood, stood in salute, and went off to his other duties. “Don’t worry little boy, I’ll make sure you get back safely.”
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“She does sound powerful,” answered the old man. “All I need to do is get her one and one. Lust has been known to just flee and call more pawns to her,” uttered Greed. Under the tree they sat, in a forest that would be the future village of Sucron. Tents were set up everywhere. The revolutionists imagined that this would be the safest place for them, where the military wouldn’t track them down. “Sir, the revolutionists of the East have agreed!” shouted an exile, riding a horse. “Any word on the North or West revolutionists?” requested Nock.
“None yet, but we did get word by some immigrants …” said another. “Immigrants?” “Yes, they say that they’re from Areugo.” Samuel gave a stern look, and slapped him around the face. “Get some sense into yourself! We aren’t allying with that rebel nation!” he wailed. “I didn’t mean the country, I meant Areugo mercenaries, about 30 of them, but they’re well trained …” Confused, Nock didn’t say a word. The homunculus overheard part of the conversation. “I’d say yes, the more the better.” “What are you talking about Greed, they’ll turn on us …!” The sin shifted his whole right arm a dark skin, took a rock, and simply crushed it with his hands. “You see, I won’t let them.” The homunculus smirked. “I would agree as well, we need all the help we can get,” proclaimed the elder leader. An exile then went off on horse to go to the mercenaries.
“Now about this Lust you speak of, do you know anything about her personality that would be beneficial in destroying her?” asked the old man. ‘Damn Greed, why are you talking to the geezer again … I don’t need anyone’s advice, remember?’ But Greed couldn’t help but feel a fatherly aura that came from him, a strong presence that couldn’t be ignore. The sin tried to remember times in the past when he was with her, trying to remember when she was weak. “Huh, I never seemed to notice. It’s not like I ever cared anyways.” Greed took his attention away from the elder. A large silence came about.
“Greed, you can either take my opinion or not.” The demon didn’t know what to think, he was too timid that his desires could not be met. “Either way Greed, the real revolution is about to begin …”
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Envy looked down on the grave. “Start digging!” he yelled. The kid held the shovel in his hands, and dug into the Earth. It was growing late, and the stubborn homunculus want what he came for. As the hole became deeper, Envy’s eyes became bigger, with more anticipation. The boy stopped for a moment, but the homunculus wouldn’t have it. “Keep digging you piece of filth!” “But the ground is hard, I’m trying …” “Shut up you worm, or I’ll send what really killed your dad!” The boy went back without hesitation. The male homunculus Envy then thought back about “it” and how he never knew “it.”
“Envy,” cried Dante. “I fear that Greed is getting out of my control.” The homunculus started complaining under his breadth about how ‘Greed would try to take his place.’ The crafty old woman lead Envy to a large door, down deep in the mansion. “Where does this lead Dante?” asked the sin. “To a place I’m not willing to show anyone else but you.” Dante lit a candle, and shined it inside. “This is the basement to this mansion. I don’t use it for much, except storing bodies, and him …”
Guided down a deep staircase that looked be at least three stories down into the ground. A vehement munching was heard. “It will serve you willingly Envy.” “I don’t need any help, I can …” Dante wasn’t listening however, and looked at the creature. “I want you to follow Envy, can you do that?” A loud roar came about.
The homunculus stopped the memory as he saw the child finish digging. “Out of the way shrimp!” He swatted the kid away, and picked it up. “Yes … With this I can’t lose!”
Chapter 8: Discovery
Chapter 8: Discovery
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