Entitled was probably the most fitting word Greed could find to label his current state of mind. Entitled and satisfied. Like he could die.

He didn't want to, of course, and the sentiment had passed as soon as it'd arrived.

But for a moment, he felt something he'd found so hard to achieve in his existence.

Satisfaction.

Gluttony screamed somewhere within earshot. The short stubby humonculous had probably gotten trapped somewhere inside the looming mansion. Maybe Danté was with him.

If only Greed were that lucky. It wouldn't count as killing a woman if it weren't intentional, at least by his own standards.

"Are you sure this is okay, boss?" Dolcetto stood nearby, sheathing his sword and glancing upward at the scene unfolding just beyond the tree line.

The sin didn't answer, watching quietly.

The mansion burned.

In a raging blaze of glory and spite, flames licked the high noon sky.

"Let me go! There are people in there! What did you do to my brother!? Ed!!!" The restrained suit of armor shouted, panic flooding the ill-fitted youthful voice. The chains around him clanked noisily against his chest plate. Marta sat quietly inside the armor, occasionally reprimanding the squirming suit. The sin knew she watched him quietly, a calculative and pensive look on her patient face. The fire hadn't been part of the plan.

Roa held the Armored soul over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, also choosing to stay quiet in the moment. He didn't know the significance of what he was seeing, but he had more than enough instinct to pick up on the complicated aura radiating from his leader.

Greed wondered a lot of things in that moment. Would she know who did it? How could she not? Was she watching him now? Standing in a darkened window glancing down at him with a nusinced glower.

As if he were nothing more than a disobedient pet.

That was probably an accurate account of how his former master viewed him. Not a lover. Not her child. A pet.

She'd never wanted children herself. Only having given birth once to please some long-gone man she'd raised Envy to loathe.

Greed wondered just how old the Elric kids were. They seemed a lot younger than he'd assumed they'd be. Were they Danté's? How did they know her? Grandchildren? No, that was impossible. So what was the connection? What was she doing with them? Why were they here? Why had she lived under their same last name in the past? Distant relatives she watched over, maybe? No. She wouldn't be so sentimental.

He put his thoughts on pause as something approached.

"Come to stop me?" He asked suddenly, seemingly to no one in particular.

Roa and Dolcetto looked to each other before a familiar scent made its way to their sensitive noses, previously lost beneath the overwhelming smell of burning wood. They readied their stances.

"You've done it now." Lust answered, emerging from the shifting shadows of nearby trees that danced in firelight. "She'll kill you."

"And you won't?" He asked his younger sister, not turning away from the inferno before him. The flame cast a long dark shadow behind the bespectacled monster. It seemed almost symbolic.

"I'm outnumbered." She disclosed with a graceful shrug of her slim shoulders, folding her arms under her breast as she often did.

Greed smirked, a chuckle finding its way past his lips. "That's your excuse? You should've been Sloth."

Lust returned the sentiment of a smirk, but didn't comment on it. They both knew she couldn't be bothered fighting any battles she wasn't ordered to. Although loyal to their mother, her interests didn't align. Greed was careful not to play too heavily on her disconnected disposition however. "Of all the things you could've taken from her, why the house?"

He glanced to her for a moment, meeting her steady gaze. What did she care?

Lust blinked slowly, the unknown relevance of the moment was not lost on her. She wasn't asking for anyone else, that much showed on her perfect face. For a moment, he wondered if Danté had taken anything from her too. "It was mine."

"I see." Was her simple response, as if getting something she needed from the simple answer. She turned to face the flame, standing silently against a tree as windows burst from heat and pressure, releasing new columns of dense smoke into the clear sky. Old things burned quickly.

The library, where he had first set the blaze, had given life to the fire as if it had been waiting for that moment. He still felt traces of himself...traces of Henry in the large room. Maybe the man had more journals to discover. Maybe Dant'e had left something more for him to find after his last visit. It didn't matter.

The entire house creaked and groaned under his flame like some forsaken beast finally being put out of its misery. Then again, Greed could be projecting.

It was therapeutic to watch.

"Will you kill the boy?"

Greed scoffed. "You know that's not my scene."

"Good to know."

A new sound broke over the cracking roar of the angry blaze. Sirens.

"Boss." Marta warned calmly. "We need to go."

The heat around the trio was beginning to become unbareable, added to the blazing summer sun above. The thin sheen of sweat covering his underlings was telltale.

"I'll leave you to your bon'fire." Lust announced as she made to leave.

"Wait! Where's my brother!? Is he alright?!" The frantic armor jolted, rattling the woman inside.

"Don't worry child. You two boys are protected on both sides." The slim sin offered in a sultry tone over her shoulder. She disappeared into the woods ignoring the boy's further demands for answers.

He didn't know what she meant, but Greed did. It was familiar phrasing he'd heard from their creator before.

Both sides. Light and dark.

It meant Dant'e was protecting those boys… She had plans for the Elrics. She probably needed them alive.

Greed frowned after his sister. Maybe the fire wasn't the reason she'd warned him their mother would be after him.

Either way, there was no turning back now.