A Devil’s Enigma
While Greed had admittedly been in Dublith looking for a bar, he should have expected his feet to reach this place. The sign flickered both in front of him, and in his memories of the place, which even after all this time were still gradually returning though still hazy in places. After all, the last time he had set foot here was long before he met Ling, and long before most knew of the Promised Day.
However, as his wine-red orbs flickered over the details of the building itself, the Sin realized this place was off, and didn't fit his memories well enough. Some details of it were different, such as the entrance, or the brick color. Superficial of course, but even being different from the Greed that had lived here, he could tell off the bat. This bar wasn't his.
The smell of alcohol and drunken laughter drifted to tease his senses, making his heart pang painfully. For a moment he feared the memories were messing with him, but the noise got louder. Greed gripped the fabric of his Xingese shirt over his chest, a wistful expression on his face.
"Call me a masochist." The former homunculus muttered to himself, out of habit and the emptiness of his mind was all the sharper because of it.
He found himself stepping forward, to the entrance and into the Devil's Nest.
When he opened the door, his hands in his pockets, Greed found himself instantly in a parallel of his past. The laughter was much louder now, the source he discovered were a couple of patrons at a table to his left, probably having a drinking contest. But other than that, the place was probably slow, since the only other people was a guy alone at the bar itself.
No sign of noticable chimeras, or a homunculus with a fluffy vest, he thought with pained amusement. But other than that, the air of the bar was warm, full of the smell of alcohol and the mixed, undefinable scents that clung to shady places like this one. All in all, it felt much like home.
Again, without really paying attention to himself he stepped towards the bar, wearing his signature smirk despite his somber mood, and plopped himself unceremoniously in one of the stools.
"This is a very nice establishment you got here. The owner has a taste for finer things it seems, huh?"