Have you heard of Deals with Devils?
Perhaps made one in the dark?
Fools and geniuses both have fallen this way,
But of the original we must never forget;
Doctor Faustus was a genius blinded by his pursuits,
Of Magics and Knowledge and the Eternal,
His story wasn't burdened by Love, Fame, or Heroics,
Only his deeds were told;
There is something to infer from such a tale,
For we are all Doctor Faustus in a way,
But as much as I enjoy a good Tragedy,
The greatest stories always have a bit more—
So this story will look past its predecessor,
Tell a tale with Humor, and Loss, and Love,
Thankfully, it won't be in blank verse,
Because then both you and I, dear reader, would cry;
This story is of Magic and a Man,
One whose wit is far above his peers,
And with a love long lost driving him,
To stand in crossroads and make clever deals;
He is a Man of common stock,
From a family that traveled the country—
Bouncing from town to town,
Our Good Doctor now resides, settled, in California;
After years of collegiate success,
Of great achievement without much effort,
This Man can now call himself titled,
Doctor Stilinski is one without equal;
Like Faustus, he is full of cunning and self-conceit,
Flying with wings, now charred, too high in the heavens,
Not caring about the consequences,
Stiles Stilinski indulges in intellectual bliss;
Now without further ado,
I shall start this dark and humorous tale,
To do so, we must first enter Hell,
Please allow me to introduce to you, the First Duke of the Pit, Petrestophilis Hale.