Story: Scars of Lust (PG-13)

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Prolouge: A New Mission

The self-proclaimed Shepard of Sins looked at her...slut-ish and potato-like minions, a slightly bored expression on her normally placid face and Pride seated not far away.

Once again, they had failed in the missions they had been given. Failed in making sure that the Elrics did not stray from their original goal, to create the Philosopher’s Stone. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t do it; they were Hohenheim’s sons for the love of God!

But...those Homunculi!

Sloth, Pride, and Envy did the jobs that they were given, almost no questions asked. (Envy would sometimes voice his desire to kill the Elrics once they created the Stone, but that never bothered Dante).

Then there was Wrath, Lust, and Gluttony- the most difficult of the six at her disposal.

The Homunculus of her old pupil’s child would simply forget about the mission he had been given to attempt to take Edward’s other limbs. But, no need to punish him. Once the stone was complete, Dante would allow Wrath to kill Edward, try and take over his body. It wasn’t as though it would ever work.

Lust and Gluttony were a whole other story, however. While Wrath was more or less obsessed with the brothers, those two seemed to care less as time went on. For some reason, Lust seemed to be more interested in the Ishbalan serial killer. Gluttony, having little more intelligence than a dog, simply followed Lust wherever she’d go. Now to discover the reason for this sudden disinterest in the completion of the Philosopher’s Stone.

“Well?” Dante questioned, her plum eyes staring daggers at Lust, who was standing a few feet away, Gluttony by her side.

The Homunculus did not show anything that resembled fear as she responded, “Scar has plans to create the Stone, as well as the ability”.

From the corner of the room, Pride’s mocking comment could barely been heard. “Or maybe you’ve taken your infatuated school-girl routine too far”.

The female Homunculus’s eyes shot in the direction of the Fuhrer’s chair before looking back at her master. A thick silence filled the room as Dante closed her eyes, seemingly trying to decide what to do with her lustful Homunculus. At last the centuries old woman opened her eyes and said, her eyes cutting in Lust’s direction, “If this...Scar truly can create the Stone then you may keep an eye on him. In the off-chance Edward and Alphonse fail, we may need him. But, make sure to stay as far away from that man as possible Lust”.

Lust sighed, knowing that this was as close to seducing the Ishbalan serial killer into creating the Stone. But it was a chance to finally retrieve the mortality she had longed for. So she sighed again, a nod accompanying the escape of breath.

“Of course” Lust agreed with Dante, though the thoughts in her sinful head were those of bitterness.

Seeing that Lust understood her new mission, Dante dismissed them. Once they were absent from the room, Pride stood, headed straight for the elevator that led to the surface world. Apparently it was his anniversary or some other human thing that took place once a year. That was one downside to having Pride age like a human and be in charge of the country- he had to seem loving. That meant he had to marry a woman and adopt a child, which also meant he’d have to leave the meetings Dante held as soon as they were done.

But no matter, her newest plan was much more interesting.

If she was lucky, maybe she’d get her hands on two Stones. One from the Elrics that she could use now; One from the Ishbalan named Scar to use once the next body rotted past its use.

The only problem would be Lust and Scar.

There was something behind the comment Pride had made, that was true. Lust couldn’t truly feel love for the man, but she could lust for him- that was her whole being after all- and that in itself could cause problems.

Oh well, she knew the consequences for disobeying the master. That should be enough to keep the sin on her leash.

Shouldn’t it?

[aspiredeathe]

Awesome, nicely written and a rather interesting plot..

[silverviper2134]

Thanks. Here's chapter one-

Chapter One: To Gain His Trust

Lust had to admit- for a refuge town, this place didn’t look half bad.

It wasn’t a large town; the only building that looked like there was more than one floor was the church, and even that looked small compared to the temples of Leto in Lior and Ishbala in Ishbal. This place didn’t even have a proper name, seeing as only those fleeing from the military ever passed through.

Still, it held its own little charm, for both Lust and Gluttony. Though, for Gluttony the charm came mostly from the abundant supplies of rubble and deceased animals to feast upon. But, why Scar would have come to this backwoods location was beyond Lust, especially seeing as he’d need a large amount of people to even dream of creating the stone.

The only reason she’d even bother coming was because Dante promised that he’d be there. And, for maybe the first time in her life, the youthful (looking) hag kept the promise. As Lust perched upon the window of the church tower, Gluttony chewing absently on a wooden stake, she could see the Ishbalan man step out from behind one of the stone houses.

Lust smirked slightly, then remembered Dante’s orders of not getting to close to Scar, then her expression turned somewhat sour.

“And how will I convince Scar to create the stone for us” she questioned herself, “If I can’t even get close enough to speak with him?”

In her mind, Dante really hadn’t thought her plan through when she ordered Lust not to be near Scar. What worried her so much, anyway?

It wasn’t as though Scar would be able to kill Lust...or would he?

After all, Scar did possess the locket, the one that had made her feel so weak last time she had been near it. But surely Dante would’ve known of the locket when she allowed Lust and Gluttony to observe the Ishbalan. Anyway, Lust knew that it’d be nearly impossible to convince him to create the stone, unless she developed some form of a relationship with the man. If that meant risking coming in contact with the locket, then so be it. The problem was with Dante. If she discovered that one of her sheep had disobeyed her, she’d seal Lust for sure. Then again...the only other Homunculus around was Gluttony.

“Gluttony” she said, turning her head to her companion, who was now gnawing on a small eagle-shaped statue, “You can keep a secret, can’t you?”


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She smiled in satisfaction as she watched him enter one of the many smaller temples. Many years ago, this deserted rathole was home to an actual civilization, who worshiped a great many gods. However, once the civilization mysteriously vanished, the names of these gods were forgotten, as was the name of the people who worshiped them.

Lust stepped inside, being silent as possible, not wanting to tip off that she was near to Scar until the right moment. Due to the small size of the temple, it took mere moments for the Ishbalan and his (unknown to him) companion to arrive at their destination.

The Homunculus watched in silent curiosity as he began to stare at the pictures upon the walls, studying them, still ignorant of the woman standing a few meters away from him. It was said that these pictures were actually words, that the people who once inhabited this town created an art of “picture writing”. But, as far as she knew, no one knew how to translate these so-called words from the paintings upon the walls. So what was Scar planning to do?

The answer to her unspoken question came quickly. Placing his right arm upon the stone wall, the Ishbalan closed his blood-red eyes, the tattoo imprinted upon the limb glowing an eerie crimson. Lust didn’t understand what he was doing until he stepped away from the wall, seemingly shocked momentarily. This was apparently his way of performing the first step of alchemy- understanding.

Hoping to hear if Scar said anything about what was written upon the walls, Lust took a cautious step forward, quiet as a stalking cat. To her misfortune, a lone crow perched upon the ledge of a lone window behind her began to caw.

That one noise was enough that her next step was heavier than she anticipated, the small click of her heel echoed in the small space of the room; the noise seemed louder because of the heavy silence that came before it.

“You” Scar growled, turning to face her.

Oddly, he didn’t seem very surprised- maybe he had been aware of her presence. It wouldn’t have struck her as odd if he did; Scar knew more than he led on, in her opinion. What did surprise her, however, was his lack of action- i.e. attempting to use the locket against her. Edward must have told him that those hairs within the piece of jewelry were the only things that could truly harm her, so why wasn’t he doing anything? The answer soon became clear- for some reason or another, Scar had left the locket wherever he had last been.

Realizing this, Lust took a small step forward, a somewhat flirtatious smirk forming onto her face.

“Yes, me” she responded, now only about a foot away from him, “You sound disappointed to see me”.

Her smirk widened, ever so slightly as she reached out a ran her fingertips over his shirt, barely missing his chest. Stepping back and bumping into the wall, Scar narrowed his eyes, turning away from her.

The crow, still perched on the window ledge, watched the couple intently. What? It didn’t have anything better to do?

Not that it was important to the matter at hand. Lust continued to step forward, ignoring a not-so-slightly annoyed sound made from the man. She just smirked as he turned to face her, his red eyes gleaming eerily in the dim light. Either she was completely oblivious to the way he glared at her or she enjoyed screwing with his head. Probably the latter, though she had to admit it was fairly difficult. For some time, confusing the well-built man was as simple as existing, seeing as he truly believed she was that woman from her memories. Now that he knew what she really was, knotting his brain became more difficult than making Envy wear pants...in other words, heaven would melt and hell would freeze at the same time before it happened.

Finally, he said something multi-syllabic to her. “What are you doing here?”

Granted, only one word in his entire sentence had more than one syllable, but still it was something.

The smirk still playing on her lips, Lust answered, “Oh? Can’t a girl go to an abandoned city just to relax, Scarred Man?” Her voice, especially when she referred to him by her own personal nickname, was somewhat seductive. She hadn’t been trying to make it be, and hadn’t even noticed until she looked back to his face.

He looked very uncomfortable, which was only a bonus for her. She kept her gaze on his face, not moving her slitted pupils from his own bloody ones, until the rumble of tanks could be heard on the distance.

“What the hell?” she hissed, turning to the direction of the crow, which was now calling out to the distance, to the sound of oncoming tanks. Their destination was obvious, the rumble was getting louder with each passing moment. And the one who sent them was painfully obvious as well.

Apparently Dante truly didn’t trust Lust, and so she had Pride send a few of his puppets to keep an eye on her. Well, if Dante didn’t trust her, she shouldn’t have allowed her to go in the first place, in Lust’s opinion. But she’d worry about that later. Turning back to Scar, she said, “If you want to live, I’d suggest you come with me”.

He stared at her in silence for a moment before narrowing his eyes and asking, “And how will going with you make me live?”

Lust knew what he meant by this, and she just smiled, looking at her nails, like she’d just gotten a manicure. “If I had wanted to kill you, Scar” she began, using his “formal” name, “You’d already be dead by now”.

Not even the serial killer had anything to say towards that, for he knew that what she said was true. And he did have plans, after all, so he’d have to live long enough to get to Lior. Silence once again filled the room as Scar mentally made his decision. Finally, he started towards the door, stepping around Lust, saying, “Let’s go”.

The Homunculus was a bit surprised that he had agreed to come with her so quickly. But she did not want to say anything that could change his mind, and so just walked in front of him. As the two of them exited the temple, the rumble of tanks grew even louder, now joined by the bangs of guns and the stench of gunpowder. Keeping Scar alive would be harder than I thought, Lust thought bitterly to herself, giving a sideways glance to her companion. Her thought was interrupted however, when a barrage of bullets came flying towards the two of them.

[aspiredeathe]

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Awesome, i can tell it's going to be a good story, hell for Lust and few migraines for Dante xD

[silverviper2134]

Ch. 2: A Consquence of Being Insubordinate

The unlikely partners each leapt from the path of the oncoming bullets, the attack barely missing them both. A soldier, apparently the one who had fired at the Ishbalan and the Homunculus, cursed as he attempted to fire another shot. However, all he succeeded in doing was making soft clicking noises. He had wasted the last of his ammunition, it seemed. Taking advantage of his currently helpless state, Lust stabbed the unsuspecting man through the heart.

“Perhaps we should leave” she said to Scar as she retracted her nail, frowning slightly at the blood smeared on it.

The Ishbalan warrior didn’t vocalize his feelings, but he nodded curtly before heading down an alleyway. Lust followed suit.

However, there was a problem: Pride had obviously brought at least a hundred soldiers, and this was a very small town. Which meant there weren’t that many places they would actually be able to go. Not that either really wanted to run, but they weren’t stupid. They were hopelessly outnumbered, and, though Lust could come back from the dead should she be killed, Scar wouldn’t. And she needed him to make the Stone for her. He had to stay alive. So they ran, nearly being killed several dozen times as they past by Pride’s soldiers.

As they ran through an alley, they failed to notice two soldiers lurking in the shadows. That is until they heard the sound of pistols being loaded.

Lust was able to dodge the barrage of bullets, due to her inhuman agility, but Scar wasn’t so lucky. Two bullets slammed into his chest, barely missing his heart, and another hit him in the stomach. He was still alive, but for how long, no one could tell. Stepping over to her fallen partner, Lust shot a glare at the trio of gunmen who had opened fire at them, slicing through their bodies with her nails.

As they died, she pulled Scar to his feet.

“Don’t touch me” the Ishbalan warrior-priest growled, gritting his teeth in pain as he attempted to move away from her. Of course, he fell to the ground the moment she stopped supporting his weight.

“I’m sorry to tell you that it’s not going to happen” she told him coldly, helping him to his feet once again.

Scar glared at Lust, but knew he couldn’t do anything about it while in this condition. So he allowed her to bring him into an abandoned building, and lie him upon a sole double-person bed. Extending the nails of the thumb and index finger of her left hand, Lust used the other hand to pull Scar’s blood-stained shirt off, despite the glares from the Ishbalan.

“Like it or not,” she began, ripping strands off of the fabric, “If I don’t take those bullets out and dress your wounds, you’ll die for sure”.

He didn’t respond, but based on the sweat that was now dotting his forehead, she guess his silence was due to a fever. So she leaned close to him, and one by one, pulled each of the bullets out, before wrapping his chest and abdomen in sheets of his torn shirt.

He hadn’t made a sound or moved since she removed the first bullet, but he was breathing. Only time could tell if he’d live through the night.


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Lust turned over in the bed. Normally, she wouldn’t be lying down in the first place. After all, she never actually had to sleep. But, she had to keep an eye on Scar. He was the only person she could think of who not only had the ability to make the Philosopher’s Stone, but the will to. The Elric brothers were too noble about sacrificing other humans to go through with it. But for now, the main goal was to keep him alive.

A rough hand wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her closer.

Lust looked to the once slumbering Ishbalan, and was surprised when she heard him mutter a name, “Lana”, then spoke about his brother.

‘Ah, so that must be the name of the woman who had this body’ she thought to herself. She stared at Scar’s face, which was beaded with sweat and flushed. He was slightly delusional from fever, she could tell. Her thoughts were interrupted yet again as he pressed his lips upon hers. Make that very delusional. The Homunculus made an effort to protest, but found herself unable. In fact, she returned the kiss, openning her mouth to allow him a taste. She only made a slight reaction when she felt Scar begin to pull the top of her dress down, and her reaction was to lace her fingers into his waistband, and pull down slowly.

From a single window in the building, neither the Homunculus nor the Ishbalan noticed as a lone crow flew towards Central.


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The next morning, Lust awoke alone with the dirt and blood stained covers draped over her body. Apparently, over the night, Scar had recovered from his injuries well enough to dress himself and leave. No matter. If he could leave so easily, he probably would’ve taken the Stone the moment it was created, leaving her with no way to become human. So she pulled on her dress and her boots, before returning to the church where she had left Gluttony.

“Is Lust alright?” Gluttony asked as they made their way West towards Central City. They would have to tell Dante that using Scar would not work, and face the consequences.

“What are you talking about, Gluttony?” the female Homunculus asked her companion, raising an eyebrow slightly. He whimpered slightly and frowned as he answered her, “Lust looks sick”.

Lust shook her head and smiled softly at the bald Homunculus. He was just like a young child, you never wanted to tell them the truth about bad events or news. “I’m fine, Gluttony. Just a little tired”.

Of course, that was a lie. Her stomach was killing her, feeling like it was being knotted and twisted with every step she took. Not to mention she felt the urge to vomit every few moments, and even stopped to throw-up behind a rock formation, much to Gluttony’s distress.

As they approached Central City, Gluttony told Lust, in his most serious voice, that she should, “Let Master make Lust better”. But Lust knew that Dante would probably want to seal her rather than make her better. Walking down the marble stairs that led to the Hidden City, Lust prepared to be punished for her failure.

However, when she opened the door and stepped into the extravagant ballroom, she was greeted by Pride. Or, to be more specific, she was greeted by Pride’s sword pointed to her stomach. Before Lust could respond in any way, the aging Homunculus grabbed her by the throat and pressed her to the wall, the tip of his sword still touching her stomach.

“Pride, what are you doing?”

The three Homunculi heard Dante’s voice as she stepped into the room, Envy standing by her. Pride glanced at Dante, not moving his hand and sword from where they were positioned.

“Lust has betrayed your orders, Master”.

Dante sighed and gave Lust a cold look as she quietly said, “I know, Pride. Envy told me this morning that Lust had become very close to the Ishbalan”.

Lust’s cat-slit eyes shot in Envy’s direction. So he was the crow that kept following her wherever she and Scar went.

“Well, as you already know what she did, perhaps you should be the first to offer your congratulations, Master” Pride said, flatly but at the same time, sarcastically as his eyes narrowed dangerously. “It appears that our dear Lust...is going to be a mother”.

[aspiredeathe]

That dirty dirty Ishballan xD

[silverviper2134]

Ch.3: Questioning

The tension in the room after Pride had revealed this little bit of information was thick enough to cut with a knife.

No one, not even the usually egotistic Dante, was able to say a word. It took several moments before anyone was able to speak.

“Are you sure, Pride?” Dante asked her masterpiece, her dark eyes fixated on Lust. Or, to be exact, on her lower stomach.

The Fuhrer remained silent, but nodded, confirming his suspicions.

Dante didn’t ask again. Of course Pride would be able to tell if something like this had happened. After all, she had given him the ability to see air currents. Why wouldn’t he be able to see a newly conceived child?

The only question was...How had this happened? Well, she knew how it had happened, of course. It wasn’t as though she had never been pregnant before.

But, how had it happened to one of her Homunculi? She had been positive that reproduction was impossible for them, due to their soulless state. She’d have to try and do more research about this later.

But, now she had to deal with Lust. The Homunculus of passion would have to be punished, that was certain. But how?

Dante mused on fitting punishments for the one who had gone against her orders.

She could always have Pride stab Lust through the chest. That would kill the unborn child and make her realize that her master is not to be crossed.

Suddenly, a thought came to Dante’s twisted mind. A hybrid of a Homunculus and a human had never been created before, and so, no one knows how the mixture of genetics would effect the child. It was highly unlikely that Lust would be able to carry the child for that much longer; Dante was sure that her body would reject the embryo in a matter of days. But, if by some miracle, the child was carried to term, the shepard of sins would have a new experiment to try.

It would be like when she created Greed to be a test subject for the strength of the Red Stones she had created. Only, this time, her test subject would be completely unable to leave. Completely unable to betray her. And, if Lust for any reason, tried to defy her master, Dante would seal her, without a second thought.

“Pride, release her” Dante commanded, not even looking at the Homunculi.

The Ultimate Eye seemed shock at the order. His grip still on Lust, he turned to face his master. “But, Master...She” he began only to be cut off by Dante raising her hand.

The sinful woman smiled slightly.

“Don’t worry, Pride. She will be punished for her insubordination. But that shall come later. For now, I want you do release her”.

The Fuhrer seemed bitter about the idea of letting his fellow Homunculus go, but he did as he was told.

Lust fell to the ground, shaking slightly. It wasn’t from being pinned to the wall for so long, but from the fact that she was beginning to feel rather nauseous.

Dante’s next order was for each of the Homunculi to return to their chambers.

They did as they were told, though Envy, Wrath, and Pride took a few moments to glare at Lust.

She knew why they were so cold to her at the moment. Wrath hated babies with a passion. They brought back memories that were probably too painful for him to think about. As for Envy and Pride, they hated almost everyone except Dante.

Gluttony looked confused and scared as he left. He probably thought Lust was either very sick or in a great deal of trouble.

But what confused Lust the most was Sloth.

The younger woman had offered a gentle, comforting smile to her fellow Homunculus. That was strange. Usually Sloth was rather standoffish to the others, with the exception of Wrath, who she treated like a son, and Pride, who she had to be near to keep up her facade of Juliet Douglas. This was the first time, that Lust could remember, where Sloth showed any form of kindness towards her. Not that it was unwelcome.


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As soon as Lust was in her room (which was simply a concrete room with a bed and a few candles for light) she tried to convey her current situation.

How could she, a soulless living doll, possibly be pregnant? And with the child of the State Alchemist Killers of all people!

Granted, maybe she deserved this.

After all, she could have easily gotten out of the bed the moment Scar began to touch her that way. He was too weak from his injuries and fever to get out of the bed himself.

So, why hadn’t she? Maybe she had adapted too well to her name, wanting the passion and pleasure without any true romance. But, if she was being honest, she has to admit, she enjoyed it.

She enjoyed feeling his hands grabbing, caressing her entire body. She liked feeling his warm, muscular body against her unnaturally cold and thin one.

Of course, no matter how much she enjoyed the action, she definitely wasn’t sure she felt the same way about the effect.

It had been less than a day since the conception, and already she felt exhausted and nauseous.

But, strangely, she couldn’t feel any bitterness towards the cause of her discomfort.

No matter how hard she tried to tap into her anger, she just couldn’t do it.

Instead, she was blaming herself for this. But why? It wasn’t as though she did anything wrong. Or, if she did, she had no idea what she was doing was wrong. How could she?

The one time she had asked Dante about the Homunculi’s fertility, the ancient woman had simply told her that reproduction was absolutely impossible for them.

Now, Lust had to wonder if Dante had been lying.

Either that or for once, their “all-knowing leader” was actually wrong about something.

The first was easier to believe, seeing as Dante had lied to them before.

And it wasn’t as though Lust could have any way of showing that her master had been telling the truth.

Despite her name, Lust hadn’t actually had intercourse with anyone since her birth. Well, until her recent meeting with Scar that is.

But whether Dante had been lying to her or not wasn’t the issue.

Or, it wasn’t the main issue at least.

The main issue was what she was going to do with the...baby.

That was something Lust could never imagine herself thinking about. But, now she had to think about it.

At first she had considered just stabbing herself through the stomach. She knew she would survive the injury, but was almost positive that the child wouldn’t.

Unfortunately, for reasons she just couldn’t understand, she couldn’t shake the bitter feeling she had whenever she considered this option.

If she didn’t kill the child before it was born, she only had two other options, as far she was concerned.

She could either abandon it, allow somebody else to care for the child. The only major problem with this plan was that she had no idea what a child like this would be like- both physically and mentally. That could possibly cause problems for the Homunculi.

The last option was the one that had the biggest problems, and was the one Lust had the hardest time comprehending. The option was for her to keep the child. But with baby-hating Wrath and the ever sadistic Envy around, this would likely result in the kid’s death.

Not to mention it was likely that the child would be underfoot on occasions.

That was something Lust was sure of.

While she had, of course, never had a child of her own, she had watched humans with their children on occasion.

These children were constantly running around, getting in their parents’ way. And while it annoyed Lust to watch them race around, chasing each other and getting in the way, she couldn’t admit that she didn’t find it a bit endearing.

Besides, how was she supposed to know if those children weren’t raised to behave that way?

If she decided to keep the child, she would be sure to make sure it stayed out of the way until it was needed.

The far-off hooting of an owl brought Lust out of her thoughts. For some odd reason, she felt extremely fatigued. This had never happened before; since Homunculi were not truly alive, they didn’t require sleep.

The only reason she could think of for why she was suddenly tired was because of the thing implanted inside her body.

Oh well, she could think about what she was going to do about it tomorrow. After all, it wasn’t as though anything was going to happen with the child anytime in the near future.

[aspiredeathe]

xD awesome

I want more..Scar =p
And story of course xD