Heya everyone. I'm Weiryn and this here is a series of interconnected drabbles about eaphisto and Shirou Fugimoto and their relationship. To be honest, I have absolutely no clue where any of this came from. Blame it on listening to Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Beethoven's Last Night on repeat for two days. This will be updated sporadically - or in other words, when inspiration strikes me. I hope you all enjoy and remember, reviews equal love.
- Weiryn
Jim Moriarty: Nah — you talk big. Nah... you're ordinary. You're ordinary — you're on the side of the angels.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, I may be on the side of the angels... but don't think for one second that I am one of them.
The Reichenbach Fall, BBC Sherlock
On the side of the angels
Mephisto might be on the side of angels, but he would never, ever be one of them.
In his lifetime – and oh what a long life it had been – Mephisto had done many a dreadful thing. Deals made, contracts signed, lives ended – he'd done it with a carefree smile. He'd murdered countless humans, revelling in the moment life had left their bodies. His beautiful, fragile toys, just waiting to be broken.
Then, he's joined the side of the angels. Being one of the 'good guys' had a tendency to ruin his fun. Oh, it had its perks. He wasn't hunted by the True Cross Order, he had a position of respect and influence…and in all honesty, the demon much preferred being the puppet master behind the curtain, making everyone dance to his tune. He didn't have to get his hands dirty, that way.
Still, he missed it sometimes. The screams. The begging. Their pleas for mercy, for him to reconsider.
He never did.
It could never be said that Mephisto Pheles broke a contract.
The demon walked the thin line between good and evil, walking in the grey areas between the two. Sometimes, he stumbled and placed a foot off the line. Occasionally that was a good thing.
Mostly though, it wasn't.