There were some emotions that Lust had never truly felt before coming to this world. Watching Mikleo be effortlessly swept over the edge into the abyss awakened a pain that Lust didn't know she could feel. As a homunculus her body had been shot, stabbed, mutilated, and immolated among other things. She knew what pain was. She'd grown accustomed to it.

But this sharp ache that felt like a hole had been torn open in her chest and spliced down to her stomach was completely different. For the first time in her life, she experienced the bitter taste of loss.

The gentle boy who so stubbornly clung to his belief in her humanity was gone, and could not be retrieved.

Her eyes were wide for only a moment before she turned, and her gaze fell upon Mikleo's destroyer. Her despair became something black and ugly, bubbling up inside of her. Disdain was nothing new to her, and neither was resentment. They'd been perpetual companions of hers for many years. This was a sheer hatred, and it burned with the overwhelming desire to see this creature utterly annihilated. She would not suffer it to live, no matter what the others said, for there could never be any forgiveness from her.

Lust lifted a slim arm, motes of power gathering to her fingertips and chasing over the gleaming curves of her ebony armor. A ghostly and ethereal glow lit up the features of her face, deepening the shadows as her eyes narrowed.

Without a word, she released her Focus from before, channeling all of her might into the devastating Ultima spell. And if she could blast him twice, she would without hesitation.

He needed to die writhing in agony.