Deep below Central Command, Edward Elric descends into a lightless prison. He expects to find a monster. Instead, he finds a frail, pale man chained to a wall for decades—a man who looks exactly like his own father, Van Hohenheim. This is “Number 23,” the first failed attempt to create a perfect Homunculus. But here’s the twist: he’s not a monster. He’s a victim.
Ed listens as this forgotten being speaks with haunting clarity. He remembers his birth from the flask, his naming—he chose the name “Hohenheim” long before Van Hohenheim took it. He remembers loving a woman, being betrayed, and having his entire identity stripped away. He is the original, the prototype, the first homunculus. And he has spent centuries in the dark, dreaming of the sky.
The story unfolds in two parallel, devastating tracks. Fullmetal Alchemist- Brotherhood Episode 37
And that’s why Episode 37 is unforgettable. It’s not about alchemy. It’s about the souls we step on to become “perfect”—and whether we have the courage to look them in the eye before they fade into the dark.
On the surface, the promised day is collapsing. Ling Yao (greedy, ambitious, now sharing a body with Greed) watches in awe as Wrath—King Bradley—fights. Not with godlike powers, but with terrifying human perfection. Bradley has no regeneration, no laser blasts. He has a sword, an Ultimate Eye that predicts trajectories, and the unshakable will of a man forged in battle. Deep below Central Command, Edward Elric descends into
When Ed crawls back to the surface, tear-streaked and silent, he doesn’t tell anyone what he saw in that cave. But he touches his own metal arm and whispers, “What are we making… when we play god?”
The episode never says it aloud, but the parallel is deliberate: the chained man in the dark and the crowned king in the light are two sides of the same coin. Both were created by Father. One longed for freedom and died reaching for the sky. The other has total freedom—and uses it to build a kingdom of ash. This is “Number 23,” the first failed attempt
In a moment of profound mercy—and horror—Ed realizes the only way to free him is to use a Philosopher’s Stone to undo the alchemical bonds. But as the man’s body begins to disintegrate, he doesn’t scream. He smiles. He reaches a trembling hand toward a crack in the ceiling where a single beam of moonlight breaks through. He dies whispering, “So this is sunlight…”
