REAL LOVE – BelFran
Fran had always assumed he knew what love was. A fluffy, light emotion that sparked up in the heart and rushed through one's veins. It caused people to do crazy and stupid things to please the one their affections were directed towards, and, when requited, was supposed to be the happiest feeling in the world.
He always thought that was useless.
The world of assassins had no room for love, and the only blood that should be pumping must exit through a jugular vein. No, love would be nice, but Fran knew it to be completely unnecessary.
When he felt a rush of pain in his back while simply walking through the hallways of Varia headquarters, he knew it to be Belphagor without even needing to turn around. He did, anyways, and was greeted with the sight of Belphagor's large smile.
"Ushishishishi. Hello, frog." He greeted, and Fran stared blankly at him.
"Can't you come up with a better greeting, fake prince?" Fran said, slowly turning his head back around. "Stabbing me is getting very old." Belphagor just laughed as Fran continued walking down the hallway, turning in to his room.
Fran walked up to his mirror, turning so his back was to his reflection and craning his neck to confirm his suspicions. About twenty knives were embedded in his back, a heart shape reaching down from his shoulder blades to his lower back. Fran rolled his eyes and took off his jacket, the knives coming out with it.
It wasn't what Fran had ever expected, but it was real. It was their version of love.