Schuldich really seemed to be in love with Crawford.
Farfarello didn't mind. Jealousy hurt God. Sometimes, you had to hurt yourself to hurt God. Maybe that was why he was so good at it… It was so easy…
This was harder…he wasn't very good at this, not very good at listening to Schuldich with his lover in the next room, moaning, gasping, why did they have to be so loud?
He burned, every bit of him burned, the air around him burned with jealousy because he wasn't big enough to hold all his hate… He loved Schuldich…he loved him!! It didn't matter if he was a psychopath, so what if he couldn't feel pain, he could feel this pain alright, this love pain…
God better be feeling this… If he wasn't it was a damn waste of time…
Schuldich should be with him! They should be together, he should be stroking Schu's long, soft hair…he loved his hair, it was like fire…
He didn't even care if it didn't hurt God, there was something else in his life now. God would drink heavenly champagne for Schuldich being with someone who loved him instead of someone who used him, God loved love, but what did it matter anyway? Schu mattered more than God.
Besides, maybe it would hurt God instead…or aswell…maybe he would weep, or sigh, or just be damn well pissed off that someone as beautiful as Schuldich was with someone so insane and horribly evil as him… Maybe God wouldn't know whether to be happy or sad, and maybe he would have inner conflict, oh yes, Farfarello had one mutual friend with God… Although God lied to his friends, he was a better friend than God, he'd done everything but lie…
Maybe God wouldn't know what to do, maybe he'd implode, or explode, or maybe he'd just cease to exist, because by very nature he is always right, even when he's a damn bastard and takes away everything you've got, and everything that was beyond that, and certain, certain that's he's a right righteous and holy fucker, and so if he didn't even know himself, if God didn't know who he was anymore maybe he'd die…
And then there would be nothing else in his life, he could devote his whole life to his love, to Schuldich…
"Don't forget I know your thoughts, love."
He looked up as the door to Crawford's room shut, and smirked right back at Schuldich and his damn sexy smirk.
"Let's kill God, Schu."
"Sounds like a plan… Let's give him a day or two, shall we? To be afraid, because we're coming to get him… We could get him any moment… Goodness, I'm playing mind-games with God…isn't this sweet?"
"Very sweet, very sweet. Being jealous hurts God…"
"Doesn't it just…" Schuldich sat down by him and regarded him lazily. "Still, there are better ways…"
"To hurt God?"
"Yes. See what I'm saying? You don't necessarily have to be jealous…"
"I knew you didn't love him. Can I kill him?"
"Well…you can if you want…but you don't need to…after all…" Farfarello licked his lips as Schu's hand slipped into his. "God's dead now…"