Angel Fall

Fullmetal Alchemist/Warhammer 40K

10.M42

The small fire crackled, its flames dying for centuries yet as of now it still burned. The old man sitting on the log nearby warmed his hands, yet for some reason he still seemed to shiver as if the fire gave little warmth.

"Looks like that's the last log I could find." A middle-aged looking blonde man said softly as he approached holding a small dry log. The older man just nodded and felt a wave of warmth as the fire was reinvigorated slightly by the new fuel.

Silence reigned for several long minutes, both men content to look into the flames for a while.

The silence was interrupted by a crackle of lightning and the appearance of a… being. To call it a man would be a mistake. The being appeared humanoid but it was white with a black outline.

"Hello Truth" said the blonde man, gesturing to the space on the log beside him, directly opposite the white-haired older man. The newcomer, Truth, sat slowly watching the old man opposite with a critically careful eye. Turning to the blonde man slowly, the being known as Truth whispered. "Hello Al-Che-Mist." The blonde man just nodded in response.

"It is time then?" the old man asked, yet something in his voice told it all. He knew the answer.

Truth nodded, fearful that anything more would beget anger from the old man.

"It's been… fun… E." the blonde man said with a smirk. The older man, E? nodded and replied "I will… miss you… Shorty."

The blonde's laugh was warm and genuine, and it fueled the fire a lot more than the log he had brought before did as the flames violently shot upwards for a few moments.

No… the laugh did not fuel the fire; it was the smile on the older man's face. A genuine one. Yet his face seemed unaccustomed to smiling, as if it was his first time to do so in a long time.

"200 years is such a short time for me, yet not many have made such an impact on me, or the galaxy." The man said to the blonde.

The younger man, and indeed it seemed the man was getting younger as Truth stared at his face, smiled. "Yes, well I'm a pretty unique person. Pretty sure Slaanesh still has that scar to remember me by." The name evoked some rumbling as if the ground beneath them threatened to swallow the campsite whole.

"Yes well I'm sure my… sons all have something to say regarding your… uniqueness." He hesitated before the word son, as if the familiar term held no place in his vocabulary. The rumbling of the earth around them not bothersome to either of the two men, knowing that the being whose name was invoked could not affect this realm.

Truth coughed into his hand, interrupting the conversation. "I'm sorry to interrupt, truly I am. However, his window of opportunity to leave is running short."

This earned the being a glare from both men, yet he quaked at the slightest gaze from the older man.

"If you were not necessary to keeping things balanced, I would have erased you long ago, never mind the damage to the Astronomicon." He said simply before turning back to the blonde. "Good Luck" he said simply.

"May You protect" the blonde man said grinning, giving a lazy salute as he did so. Yet his demeanor belied his inner emotion, that of grief and sorrow.

Both men smiled, the fire roared high and a flash of blinding light heralded the disappearance of Truth and the blonde.

"Alone once more" he murmured, watching the fire to keep it as strong as possible.

October 1, 1917

The Great Desert

It was a bright and sunny day in the Great Desert, and had anyone been around to see it, it turned even brighter for just a moment as two beings appeared.

One was a being of pure white light, surrounded by a dark outline. It stood at an average height, perhaps 6 feet.

Its companion was a slightly short, young man. His blonde hair peaking at around 5' 11, the majority of his mass was on his width. The man's body was muscular, wrapping the young man in an aura of strength. He perhaps looked to be in his early 20's. He wore a great trenchcoat over a red shirt, with white gloves and some pants.

"Haven't worn normal clothes in a long time." He quipped. It was mostly armor recently.

On the man's back was a hammer, short enough to be held in a single hand, yet the head of the hammer was black steel, with golden ornamentation, words banded around the Warhammer, for that is the only word for a hammer that seemed so eager to wage war, in High Gothic.

"So… how long has it been since I left Amestris?" the blonde asked, walking towards a town in the distance.

Keeping up with him, the other being, Truth, said "2 years.".

"Do I look 19?" the blonde asked. "More like you're in your early twenties Al-Che-Mist."

"Alright you can fuck off now Truth." The Alchemist said unflinchingly to the being of immense power, unafraid and uncaring as to its mood.

"A final warning then… Slaanesh sent a Demon Prince to me and paid the equivalence."

Whirling around the alchemist grabbed Truth in what would be a man's throat. "Fuck you and fuck your equivalences." He said with seething rage. "You've put the people here in fucking danger Truth, all so you and your Chaos friends can fuck with me. Where is the equivalence in that?!"

Unhindered by the hand at his throat, Truth still gulped a little. This man had earned enough power from… that creature some other gods called "Anathema" to be a decent threat to him if he so wished.

"She paid the toll for transport. I am a gatekeeper, not an immigration officer." He said simply.

The blonde threw him down before continuing on his way.

"You know… I should have swindled you for all you've got when I had the chance Truth." There was a small nostalgic smile on his lips as he turned away from the being that once held so much sway over his life.

"You missed your chance a long time ago… Edward Elric."

A/N:

Thoughts? Strange choice of Crossover, I know.