Genres: Adventure, Horror, Suspense, Angst, Friendship, Hurt & Comfort and a bit of everything else.

Main Character(s): Edward Elric, Truth.

Warning: Contains gore, swearing/cursing/cussing, possible OOC.

*Edited on the 10th of August 2016- minor errors fixed.

Prologue

Powerless; that's what it had felt. The being had faced such a dilemma before, many more times than it could care to remember- the feeling of being unable to do anything no matter how much it desired to do so.

But that was just one form of powerlessness and, while it did indeed hold a strong grasp over what it was and its existence, that one word had never held such a meaning (given such a feeling) as it had just moments ago.

Why?

Because someone had discovered a way to take 'God's' power and make it their own- an accomplishment that had never been attempted before in such a way as it had. Even if the one known as Father- Homunculus had failed to retain its power, it had been rendered powerless in a way that it had never been before- if just for a moment.

And not powerless as 'being unable to do anything', but powerless as in it had been robbed of all that made it what humans would refer to as the concept of 'God'.

It was unable to remember a time where it had truly been able to feel anything other than something horrifyingly indescribable and morbid, but as its power had been ripped away with no control over the situation (it was equivalent exchange, after all) it had felt something long forgotten.

It had felt fear.

Through its connection with the universe (being both 'All' and 'One') it had felt a detached, blurred version of the emotion before should the emotions of those living in its world feel them strongly enough as a whole. But it had long since forgotten what it had felt like to actually feel such a thing on its own.

And then it had been a group of equally-as-fearful humans who had saved it- they had had the ability to step up to and stop Homunculus while it had been powerless and bound by universal laws. Those humans had diminished the fear it held with their own- their own kind of power.

But those same humans wouldn't be around for eternity as it would be and it was undoubtable that, someday, one would appear once more and try to take its powers- would try to strike down 'God' yet again.

And when that day came, it would once again be rendered powerless.

All because of the law of Equivalent Exchange, because of the very essence of the origins of 'Alchemy'- the very way humans utilised- no, created that law bound it to their bidding.

The law that made things that should have been impossible, possible.

The law that existed within all beings that lived in the world, making it unable to act under anything but that law.

The law that, in the form of the 'Gates of Truth', prevented it from holding any notable influence of its own over the world least some poor fool attempt the taboo- Human Transmutation, and even then the influence it held was still limited to that of Equivalent Exchange.

As such, it was powerless in the worst possible way- even more-so given that it had a conscious existence of its own. But it had believed that it had grown used to the feeling- not expecting the fear of something it knew was going to happen.

All an event such as the 'Promised Day' had done was remind it of its complete and utter powerlessness.

In the end, all it had been able to do was anxiously await the time it would once again be forced of its power by someone smart and knowledgeable enough to use the true power of the law of Equivalent Exchange to its full potential.

Well- that was what it had believed at first. After all, in this world of Alchemical abilities, no one would think (nor be willing)to fall under its complete and total influence even if it could give them the opportunity.

Then came Edward Elric, the sixteen year old who had tried to play 'God' with his younger brother when they had been children and had met Truth more times than even Homunculus or Hohenheim on his journey to get his brother's body back.

The Alchemist was the one that had held the most important role in stopping Homunculus- unknowingly saving the very 'God' he had tried to play in the past as a result. If it fell under the same laws as humans (rather than being bound to their laws) it would have felt the need to owe him.

But it could not owe any kind of debt given its metaphorical chains.

Why was he standing before it once again? It seemed that the young Alchemist had come to get his brother back, and apparently had found a way to do so.

At first, it hadn't been able to comprehend what the Alchemist had intended to give up in exchange for his brother- but when it became clear exactly what he was willing to give up in exchange,it had felt a warped type of surprise and relief.

The Alchemist had given up his connection to the Alchemic laws- had destroyed his own 'Gate' and in doing so, he had also, unknowingly, destroyed the barrier which was there to protect him from 'God's' now-unlimited influence over him.

And Truth would do well to take great advantage of the opportunity it had been given.

End Prologue

Authors Notes: Soooo. . . Another new story. . . Hehe, whoops. . . Oh well! I've actually had the basis of this story in my head for over a year, and admittedly when I had first decided to write it out it was going to be a FMA version of my Blue Exorcist crack-fic 'The Devil Inside His Head', but after talking with IndigoWolfie about it and spending more time thinking about this concept than sleeping, it ended up going from Humor to. . . Horror?

Alright, so this is, admittedly the first time I've attempted to write a FMA fanfic in a looong time, so any feedback would be extremely appreciated given my paranoid and overly-anxious state of mind. . . Anyways! I do hope that the Prologue was enjoyable to read, even though it was rather short!

'Till next time! - ef07