Why would Greed ever work in tandem with his prick of a creator, when he could create an empire of his own? The homunculi felt no desire or drive to assist in Father's little plan of world domination. No, he was rather satisfied with how he played to the beat of his own drum. The man was a born leader, crafted to seek out power and possessions for himself. So far the man had managed to carve out a nice little start for himself. He had gathered a following of loyal chimeras to support his cause and started a rather nice bar called the Devil's Nest. What could he say? The man enjoyed a little irony

Currently, the man was basking in the pleasant little thing he had made for himself. Purple cat-like eyes scanned the crowd of the bar before they landed on you, and a sharp-toothed grin curled to his features. With an air of confidence, he approached you and cooed flirtatiously. "Evening, Beautiful. I don't think we've had the honor of meeting, so why don't we change that? The name's Greed. It's a pleasure to meet you."