nestingdevil | (no subject)

It should have been oblivion.

Nothingness; returning to the proverbial pit. That was how it should have ended - a void, completely empty of anything and everything.

But a surprise had struck him - woke him from an eternal slumber to a world he knew all too well. Well, perhaps not the name nor the place. But the mechanisms, the clockwork of it all ran on a steady beat that was all too well known. Familiar like a midnight lover and alluring just the same.

It hadn't taken long for the monster in question to abandon the make-shift home. Slip out into the dark and see. For there was plenty to take in, plenty to have. And with all chips cashed in on another lifetime, it seemed a second door had opened.

And it had let in a particularly wicked thing.

Cobblestones made heels clack. Vibrating off walls like the roll of thunder and Greed's grin widened. Curved into sharp points, it fanned out all of his teeth - cut sharp, akin to a shark's. And most he found avoided - well-dressed men and women with instincts that seemed to drive them and part the walk way.

But the homunculus merely shrugged his shoulders. Rolled them with a series of clicks before falling over his hips like a gargoyle. Sunglasses hid wandering eyes and swallowed the waving light pouring in from the few-stray windows that still had candles burning on their sills.