War. The sin of man 4/4

All over the country similar scenes were happening.

With a snap of his fingers a man with black hair and tired eyes produced flames that surged through the streets of the city dancing in the charred air the bodies that screamed in agony.

A putrid smell of burning flesh rises into the air, further terrorizing the surviving Ichibalians.

A blond man, walking across the battlefield, with muscles that look as if they will tear his military uniform, the gigantic man punches the ground, thus appearing Iron Walls locking the exit of the people desperate for their lives. When they find themselves in front of the wall, they fall to the ground already lifeless in their red eyes, while Amestris soldiers celebrate the well executed shots.

Leaving Blondie shocked, regretful and saddened by this senseless execution, with a defeated countenance he begins to walk away from the extermination camp.

In an open hole in the ground are buried the bodies of the elderly, men, women... Children, along with history, culture, gods and riches.

And so continues a senseless massacre initiated from a civil conflict created by the "envy" of men. Their thirst for conquest brought war to a people who never saw weapons, brought their "anger" to a people who preached peace, unleashing a war that their "pride" could not allow to appease. Leading their "greed" to conquer everything that was not theirs. led by their "lust" for power, they absorbed all they could from a people devastated by war and oppressed by the "gluttony" of the strongest.

In this war. In this massacre, there is no spectator, only death and pain prevail. Leaving the killers and accomplices to carry the lives they have taken on their backs.

With varying sounds of explosions, fire, bullets, and screams, the federal alchemists continue obliterating. Leaving the long lifeless bodies joining the sands and wreckage of what was once a beautiful city.

(Pov icaro )

I continue to destroy the groups that appear in front of me, they are not even able to shoot me anymore since the shock has consumed them, now they are only desperate people trying to fight for their lives.

I confess that I'm no longer paying attention to the people dying, I try to concentrate on the chaotic sound around me in order not to think about the lives I've taken. Not that I have a problem with killing them, I have taken many lives since I came into this world, even the innocent people if it got me where I wanted to go, it was an equivalent exchange, my morals for a goal.

Fair.

But this, this is different, I'm not ordering people's deaths, nor am I fighting against them, this isn't even an execution, at least in one you have the last words, no. This this is a unilateral massacre, killing mechanically without the slightest appreciation for life.

Taaaaaaaa!

Shit. Rolling over behind a pillar, I feel a burning pain in my shoulder.

"The motherfuckers let one pass, damn, he only had three jobs, spread the alchemical symbols, pass the information and kill the fucking snipers. Not too hard right?"

I ask as I look at a lifeless body on the ground.

"Well, I don't expect you to answer me. If you did then we'd have a problem, I'd drop everything and retire to a mental institution."

Taking off my overcoat and military uniform, I check the shot in the shoulder that I took.

The bullet came out, along with half of my shoulder, more came out, if that was a glancing shot, hit and he would have taken my arm along.

"Hahaha, what caliber was the idiot using "

Shit, I can't use that arm anymore for now, the alchemical runes are covered in blood, but I can at least stop the blood, I don't want to faint in an enemy camp.

I make an alchemical circle as I lean against my shoulder closing the scar.

Taking a deep breath, I stop for a while to rest until the dizziness passes. When I begin to hear sounds of explosions, tanks, guns, and a familiar explosion, other than the guns, I recognize most of the sounds, and recognize most of the sounds, and this one seems disconnected from the environment, a bitter smile

appears on my face...

"Kimblee, the Crimson Alchemist"

Well, it's time to close that siege. I start to draw a complex symbol in the sand, as I hit my palm on it a te stone wall starts to form around the city, not a perfect circle but it's already something.

"And as always, Alkahestria is more interesting than Diastrophic alchemy, both are good but one has the advantage, I have to thank Hohenheim for creating this alchemy."

I start to hear people approaching the pillar I am hiding, I am probably still in that sniper's sights.

I look at my sword, a cross-shaped sword with a thin long blade, almost as big as I am with a silver color that shines with the beating sun. and in the guard of the sword, a red stone with a strange glow, similar to a ruby.

a ruby.

"Well, it will be you and me now Akira, it has been a while since we have fought together my love, Sorry I was very busy, politics you know, not much action.

No, today I'm not going to feed you. I don't want them to suffer. They will die a quick death, go in peace."

Picking up my sword I stand up as I wait for the first fool to approach.

(Pov group of ichibalians )

"hey, are you sure it's safe?"

"We don't even know if he's there, it's been a while since anyone has moved"

"Of course he is, we saw him get shot, he's probably not out of there yet, maybe he's bled to death, if not, it's pretty close"

"oh, if he's so bruised, if not dead why don't you go check it out?"

"You are a bunch of fearful people, me and you, yes you. Let's circle that pillar while while keeping a safe distance. And you keep aiming there, don't you dare look away."

I say this but with as much fear as they are, but someone has to set an example and take the nodding to my colleague, I grip the machine gun tightly as I hold the machine gun firmly as I approach with light, slow steps.

When we were within 5 meters of the pillar, almost getting a glimpse of what was behind it, a cloud of sand is thrown at my eyes, I close them as I squeeze the trigger, shooting in the direction where the sand came from, completely emptying the comb.

In a moment I feel my body petrified, a cold feeling runs through my body from head to toe, losing strength in my arms, I feel my breathing lock up.

I'm suffocating. With what, how?

Making an effort to open my eyes, I move them down to see a silver blade across my throat. I got it. My blood, I choked on my...

My eyes begin to grow heavy as my mind is confused by the lack of air and blood. Baal?, Death?, I get it.

I'm dying.

(Pov ícaro)

When I hear the footsteps of who arrives behind the pillar. 8,6, 5 meters, I think that's enough. I place the tip of my sword on the ground while dragging the sand to the winds towards the man.

Bending down a bit, I make a push on the ground in changing the pattern of the run a bit as he aims forward firing in my direction with a bullet grazing my ear. Damn today is not my lucky day.

I cross Akira in his throat, pausing briefly, removing the blade from his neck I stick it in the ground, while I pass my arm around his torso, supporting his weight against me so he doesn't fall, while I grab the pistol from his waist.

By now the dust has settled. Revealing me and the man to his companions, with shocked faces, they didn't even look at me, giving me time to shoot those

those farther away.

One interesting thing about human beings is to reveal how they are under pressure, "action is character". When we are in a critical situation you really see what a person is, how they act and how far they are willing to go.

Now in this situation, they have less than 3 seconds, in the middle of the war, trembling with fear, they see their brother as a "hostage" without giving time for the exhausted and stressed brain to assimilate that he is already dead.

they hesitate.

Enough to cost them their lives.

I pick up my sword again from the ground, speed towards them, while dancing among the men falling with their throats slit. I may not have a monstrous body like King Bradley, but the art of fencing I learned along with him.

I continue to cut them off, as they give up aiming at such a fast figure in front of their allies, they start shooting in my direction with a few bullets taking the lives of their brothers.

Cleng!!!!.

With my sword thrust back, my hand cuts off, with my shaky arm going numb, I look in the direction of the sniper I cut off the bullet.

"I found you motherfucker"

Dodging another shot that came from that direction, I pick up a machine gun from the ground and shoot it into the sand, forming a smoke screen.

I run towards the alley, passing the buildings while killing some stray people on the way. on the way.

"found it"

With a smile, I start to walk up the two-story building . On top of the building I open a door and I see a movement out of the corner of my eye.

With a flick of my hand the sword lashes out cutting the air producing a sharp sound. Close to piercing the back of the man's head.

No. The child's.

Moving inches away from the child the sword pierces the wall.

He turns to me, frightened, tears in his scarlet eyes, trembling with fear.

A child no older than 8, fearing death for mine. Bringing back memories that of my greatest pain, memories that I have buried deep within my body never to relive again.

" Hey kid, what are you doing here, hadn't they evacuated the children and elderly who didn't want to fight from here?"

Still afraid he shook his head from side to side.

"no sir. Some stayed, some couldn't get out."

I look from side to side in the room with a frown.

"There was another person here right, with a precision weapon"

The boy with trepidation nodded.

"Yes, but he left when the sand rose, and told me to wait here and not to move until he came back"

Strange, very strange. i start to think until i look out the window and side to side with my face changing from surprised to scared.

"trap"

I focus on my hearing, hearing a familiar rhythmic sound approaching the house. Damn it Crimson doesn't fuck.

"let's go now"

I grab the frightened child by the collar as I jump out the window. Falling to the ground I propel myself forward throwing the child as far as I can.

the child falls rolling to the ground, as she looks at me with her face changing from confusion and anger to surprise as she sees the building and the things next to it being blown away by the explosion.

Of course, me being part of these things.

Being caught by the pressure caused by the shock of the explosion, I am thrown to the ground, with some debris on my body.

Shortness of breath, dizziness, and my eardrums are bleeding, this sure is not my day.

With me lying there trying to find the blue sky amidst all this dust and debris. I begin to remember the day I came into this shitty world.

The day I was born.

The day I died.

When I met the being called "God".

The day the "One" gave me the chance to live.

The day I was reincarnated.