The lighter side of gore.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
Here, all is one, one is all, but everything is also nothing.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open with a loud bang, steps sounded on the tile, and a very familiar, very cranky voice said...
Two things were constant in his life: His brother and blood.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
Most people knew enough to leave Envy alone when he was so clearly unhappy.
It's not the same at all when the patient choking back cries of pain and thrashing against the straps is her friend and playmate and brother.
Al thought, grimly, that he was getting rather good at this.