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Faust

Or The Devil in Me

Long, long ago in a world where one could make a deal with an entity and never have to worry that there would be consequences. The people never had to pay their dues but that all changed one day when a man named Dragan Faust attempted to use the worst fiend of all to grant his wish. The fiend himself was a charming man naught older than his mid-twenties, he had yellow eyes that burned their way into your souls and silver hair so long that any ordinary woman would have found envy. Faust had purple eyes in a most unnatural hue and those eyes were what led this pitiful soul astray. Another two men were involved in this most horrific circumstance. A man with similar eyes but was opposite in tone and a tanned man with flaming multi hued hair that could have saved us all if he dared. Yes dearlings this is the tale of Faust one that you no doubt heard before but this time you will understand the motivations and the real sinners of this story. Please be kinder than the others who thought they knew, please listen to the true sinners and true fiends as they bury Faust in his lust.

My eyes scan the bookshelves in desperate search for an interesting tale.

"Ah are you looking for something young man? Nya~" An Asian man with spectacles asks.

"Yes I am looking for something to read." I reply.

"I have something very interesting for you. Are you interested in the properties of summoning or perhaps alchemy? Nya~"

"Is that not witchcraft?"

"It is rather commonplace. Fiends to help you cook, fiends to help clean, fiends to build, fiends to love, fiends to enchant, to curse, to entrap lovely men and women in their eyes, fiends to run libraries. I know what you want so here have this." The fiend man hands me a large black binded book and disappears.

I hold the book in my hands waiting for something to happen. Nothing does. I walk back to my house and as I open the door my new neighbor shows up.

"Hello! My name's Jack, Jack Atlus. I'm glad to see I'm not the only person 'round here with this kind of ailment." He says with the faintest tinges of a cockney accent.

Mildly concerned about what ailment he thought I had I looked the man up and down. He was very tall with gray skin and very fair hair. His eyes were a bright purple and he was wearing a blue shirt with a long jacket and white dress pants. These foreigners are incapable of dressing properly. I look at the ground and see that he is wearing a pair of farming boots.

"And what ailment would that be Mr. Atlus?" I ask bored.

"Your eyes they're like mine. And call me Jack Mr., what's your name?"

"Faust, Dragan Faust."

"Kay Mr. Faust, can I call you…"

"No."

And with that I slam the door and walk into my study. I throw the useless book on the floor. I realize how much of a bad idea that is as I trip over it within a few seconds. I land on the floor with a familiar thud. My nose hits the ground as an eruption of a nosebleed shoots across the room. The nosebleed drenches almost everything including that book. As the blood settles and the eruption dies down the book opens up to the one hundredth and eighth page and the words rise above my face. I read them as they scroll down they say that there is a fiend that can grant any wish for seven years. I begin to think perhaps this witchcraft is not as much nonsense as I thought. Well if it is commonplace, who am I to judge something I never tried?

I read the words as they continue to scroll down. All you need to summon this fiend is to say out loud I need your help please won't you use your burning eyes and winter pigments to help me for a lucky seven and I will be yours.

I have a confession to make; I have fallen in love with a man named Brave Gretchen. This book says that any wish can be granted for a nominal fee. Perhaps the cat fiend is right. I can not pass up the chance at joy again. Please do not think me a fool or a sinner I just want to feel some joy. Don't I deserve some? Well?

"I need your help, please won't you use your burning eyes and winter pigments to help me for a lucky seven and I will be yours." I call out to nobody in particular.

"Well if you ask so politely, I can not deny such a sweet request." A voice says from nowhere, no everywhere.

I see a small swirl open in the room and out comes a pair of yellow eyes. As I look at them I grimace because I feel like their prying into places that no one should look. Next comes a flash of silver hair and a toothy grin. Arms with hands with much too long fingers push against the sides the swirl. Legs far longer than any woman in the village step out. I look the newly emerged figure up and down. He's smirking. If you find it necessary to know how I know is that the man is standing in my study naked. I have to admire the craftsmanship of what I assume is a glamour. If it wasn't for the unnatural eyes and the unearthly hair colours that one can only achieve form dyes then he would be a human. His form is a little long. Long finger, long legs, long, long teeth.

"Would it be any trouble to ask why I was summoned?" the fiend asks.

"Yes. You do not deserve my answer." I answer.

"And why not? I came when called. Is that not good?"

"Pathetic. I see that you are so weak that you always come when called."

I watch as the fiend smirks again like he finds me amusing.

"I need to know so that I may grant your wish."

"I desire the love and adoration of Brave Gretchen, fiend."

"I have a name you know."

"And that is."

He smirks like the devil he is again.

"You do not deserve my answer."

And with that he laughs with a strange mirth. I look at his unclothed figure again and wince.

"Put on some clothes."

"I do not have any. I'd borrow yours but they look like they wouldn't fit."

I growl.

"Magic some on."

"If only things were that easy! Fiends can only have things that they are given. I need to be given clothes; I can not buy them, can not steal them and most certainly can not 'magic' them."

"Fine. I will have my tailor neighbor sew you some."

"Thank you master." The fiend says with a sly bow.

I watch as he walks off to my bedroom with a sway of the hips and another smirk. I open the now stained red door of my study and down the steps, carefully skipping the last one due to it wobbling when I apply weight. I open the door and walk to my neighbor's house. Rapping against the door I sigh to myself. As I feel him open the door I look to my side to see my Fiend standing there. Shit.

"Hi Mr. Faust…" Jack's voice trails off at the sight of my Fiend wearing nothing but a bed sheet.

"Hello this is…" I stumble over my words.

"Herald, the Herald of Wishes and Luck to be precise." My Fiend answers for me.

"Harald?" Jack asks

"No He…" My Fiend starts.

"Yes, Harald, he needs clothes." I say.

"Okay! I can do that! Come in!" Jack says like a child.

We walk in and his house is a mess. There is rotten food on the steps and clothing strewn on the banister. I try to step around it. My Fiend smirks and floats above it. As we reach the door I notice a sticky white substance on the door handle. Jack wipes it off with his sleeve. We enter the door and see a surprisingly clean room. He starts measuring my Fiend. My Fiend begins to smirk again. He starts talking about his past to Jack. Jack glances at me every once in awhile with a confused look on his face. I fell that my Fiend is doing this out of spite.

"I am." I hear his voice everywhere. "Call me yours all you like but it won't change a thing."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out."

Our discussion is abruptly ended by Jack and my Fiend's new clothes. I look at them and see they are a pink shirt with a white jacket and dress pants. I frown and hand them to my Fiend.

"Thank you Jack." My Fiend says.

"I never told you name." Jack answers.

"HAH! You won't need to tell me anything I already know."

And he once again walks off. He comes back seconds later fully dressed. I grab him by his long arm and rush him down the filthy stairs on the way out a raven haired man with large blue eyes waves to my Fiend. Ugh, fiends are everywhere. I run out the door with him in hand and into my house slamming the door with my foot. I led him to the bathroom and point to the bathtub.

"This is where you'll be sleeping." I say.

My Fiend lies in the tub with his signature smirk replaced with a non-expression. I walk to my room where I have a view of the whole village. I stare out to the village center where even from this far away bright orange and red hair is visible. I wonder if he can feel me watching. I smirk similar to my Fiend and begin to read.

As you can see Faust is not a nice man by any stretch of the imagination. I bet most of you are sympathizing with the Fiend. I assure you he is not the good guy, nobody is. But if you would like to believe it as so you are welcome indeed.