Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Weiss Kreuz. It belongs to Takehito
Koyasu(sama!) and Project Weiss.
Warnings: angst, evilness, BDSM, lemon. And um, some religious themes, sort of.
Pairings: SchuldigxAya, KenOmi, Farfarello/Nagi
I have many names. In different cultures, I am called different things. Mephistopheles, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Father of Lies, Prince of Darkness. I rather like that last one. But I go by another name for the moment.
They call me Schuldig.
I told them to call me that, because I can't have everyone knowing who I really am. It would cause too much of a fuss, no doubt. Well... Farfarello knows. More on that later. The others let on like they know from time to time, but I manage to keep it mostly a secret. Not that it matters with Nagi. But Crawford... well. He likes to think he's in charge. I wouldn't take that away from him.
He's always been power-hungry. That's how we met. It amuses me now, to think of how things could have been for him had he never met me. Likely he would have killed himself by now. He was a stockbroker, fresh out of college. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good, and lost more money than he made. And his clients weren't happy either; they all went into debt when he made bad stock decisions. Poor, poor Brad. When he finally made a small amount of money, he invested it in a single stock. The next week, the company went bankrupt, and so did Brad. If only he'd had the foresight to see it coming...
That's what he wanted. "I would give anything if only I could know ahead of time how things would go," he said. And so, I bargained with him. I gave him the ability to see into the future, and with that ability came wealth and power. In exchange? His soul. And servitude, though he believes he's the leader of this little group so quaintly named Schwarz. When we made our deal, I used another form. He believes I'm his subordinate, and as long as it suits my purposes, I will allow him to continue believing so.
Nagi is another story. He thinks Crawford is in charge as well, but he also obeys me. He's the group's newest member, and only fifteen years old. His talent wasn't a gift from me -- he was born with it. But such a rare thing as telekinesis isn't taken lightly. His parents thought him to be dangerous, or possessed, or some other such nonsense, and they threw him out to live on the streets when he was only a child. When I found him, he was a pitiful sight to behold; his eyes were sunken in, and he was all skin and bone, with barely enough clothing to cover him.
And he was so full of hate. It was glorious, his hate. I could taste it as plainly as wine upon my lips. More than anything, he wanted to be stronger. To get his revenge. To destroy those who had wronged him. He got his wish -- for a price, of course. I took him under my wing, and strengthened his natural gifts, then put him under the care of Esset. They, of course, are also my puppets.
Several years later, he rejoined with me. I had changed to my current form since our meeting. I am a sexy devil, if I do say so myself. My point is, he didn't know I was the one who'd helped him. But since being in Esset's care, he has developed into quite the assassin, putting his burning hatred to good use.
Our ranks were now complete. Crawford, myself, Nagi, and my dear, sweet Farfarello. He is, perhaps, the one creature on this planet that brings out my soft side. Perhaps.
Warnings: angst, evilness, BDSM, lemon. And um, some religious themes, sort of.
Pairings: SchuldigxAya, KenOmi, Farfarello/Nagi
I have many names. In different cultures, I am called different things. Mephistopheles, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Father of Lies, Prince of Darkness. I rather like that last one. But I go by another name for the moment.
They call me Schuldig.
I told them to call me that, because I can't have everyone knowing who I really am. It would cause too much of a fuss, no doubt. Well... Farfarello knows. More on that later. The others let on like they know from time to time, but I manage to keep it mostly a secret. Not that it matters with Nagi. But Crawford... well. He likes to think he's in charge. I wouldn't take that away from him.
He's always been power-hungry. That's how we met. It amuses me now, to think of how things could have been for him had he never met me. Likely he would have killed himself by now. He was a stockbroker, fresh out of college. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good, and lost more money than he made. And his clients weren't happy either; they all went into debt when he made bad stock decisions. Poor, poor Brad. When he finally made a small amount of money, he invested it in a single stock. The next week, the company went bankrupt, and so did Brad. If only he'd had the foresight to see it coming...
That's what he wanted. "I would give anything if only I could know ahead of time how things would go," he said. And so, I bargained with him. I gave him the ability to see into the future, and with that ability came wealth and power. In exchange? His soul. And servitude, though he believes he's the leader of this little group so quaintly named Schwarz. When we made our deal, I used another form. He believes I'm his subordinate, and as long as it suits my purposes, I will allow him to continue believing so.
Nagi is another story. He thinks Crawford is in charge as well, but he also obeys me. He's the group's newest member, and only fifteen years old. His talent wasn't a gift from me -- he was born with it. But such a rare thing as telekinesis isn't taken lightly. His parents thought him to be dangerous, or possessed, or some other such nonsense, and they threw him out to live on the streets when he was only a child. When I found him, he was a pitiful sight to behold; his eyes were sunken in, and he was all skin and bone, with barely enough clothing to cover him.
And he was so full of hate. It was glorious, his hate. I could taste it as plainly as wine upon my lips. More than anything, he wanted to be stronger. To get his revenge. To destroy those who had wronged him. He got his wish -- for a price, of course. I took him under my wing, and strengthened his natural gifts, then put him under the care of Esset. They, of course, are also my puppets.
Several years later, he rejoined with me. I had changed to my current form since our meeting. I am a sexy devil, if I do say so myself. My point is, he didn't know I was the one who'd helped him. But since being in Esset's care, he has developed into quite the assassin, putting his burning hatred to good use.
Our ranks were now complete. Crawford, myself, Nagi, and my dear, sweet Farfarello. He is, perhaps, the one creature on this planet that brings out my soft side. Perhaps.