Die Tragödie von Johann Faust VIII
Hallo, it's me again. I just wanted to clear some things up, just incase you were as horribly disgusted by Mephisto as Faust was. This is, and shall remain, a FaustEliza fic. Mephisto just likes to get peoples blood boiling. That's why he was doing that to Faust. Oh, and your going to be getting a few surprises in this chapter. I hope you enjoy them. Also, a beg forgiveness for the ALMOST blatant lack of angst in this chapter. It'll still be there, but to a lesser degree. Now, enjoy the fan fiction. And please, please review it for me. Any ideas are still welcome. I know where I'm going with the story, but little details have yet to be added.
One more thing. Thank you sooOo much Miss Cassi for the Happy Birthday
Chapter 5:
" Who-who are you?" A girl with short, dirty blonde hair asked as she hid behind the corner of a doorway. She had seen the black smoke, and, thinking Mephistopheles had come to visit her, she ran to the room. But it wasn't Mephisto. It was some blonde haired man with a scary face.
Faust did not know where he was, or what to expect. But seeing the terrified 15 year old was not quite what he thought he'd find. A girl with a hateful appearance and the personality of Jennianna, perhaps, but not this. She was so frail, so delicate, so innocent. Not the type pf person he expected to be involved in any way with a devil like Mephisto.
"Child." He said aloud, realizing for the first time how ominous his voice sounded. " What is your name?"
" I don't have a name." She whispered, almost fearfully.
" No name? What does Mephisto call you?"
" Many things."
" What should I call you?"
" Have you been sent to entertain me?"
" I suppose."
" What's your name?"
" I'm Faust VIII."
" Call me… Esther. I always wanted to be Esther." Esther said quietly as she stepped out from hiding.
" Where are we, Esther?" Faust asked, this child was far more pleasant than Jennianna or Adeela. And especially Mephistopheles.
When was he getting Eliza back? He missed her. He missed her so much.
" We're in Colorado. Why? Where were you?" She asked, a curious look on her face. Her fear had dissipated, causing her to seem more like a child than she was. Perhaps she had regressed?
Esther jumped up and sat on a messy countertop behind Faust, picking up a spoon while doing so.
" I was in Germany, on the Blocksburg." Faust answered, staring intently at the child. She had intrigued him for some odd reason.
" Are you German?" She asked.
"Yes, I am."
" Your lonely, aren't you?"
" What?" Faust stared at her with bewildered eyes. Why would she say that? It was true, yes, but how would she know? Had Mephisto talked to her about him?
" We're all lonely. That's why we do it." She said as she fiddled with the spoon she'd picked up.
" Do what?" He asked suspiciously, glaring now at the little girl.
" Sell Him our souls. We don't have anything left, so we damn ourselves to Hell just to have a friend. Or someone, something, to keep us company."
" Where are your parents, Esther?" Faust asked suddenly, realizing that he hadn't caught sight of them. That, and, the way she talked made him feel a little worried about her. Regardless of the fact that she was beyond salvation.
" They're dead." She answered simply, as if it meant nothing to her.
" What happened to them?" Faust demanded. Did Mephisto kill them? He wouldn't put it past the devil.
" I killed them."
What? That was all Faust thought. She had killed them? Her?
" Why did you kill your parents, Esther?"
" Do you wear lipstick?"
"Answer me, Esther."
" Why do you wear a labcoat? Are you a scientist?"
" Esther."
" A doctor, then?"
" Will you answer me?"
" Why do you have a blue torso?" Faust was annoyed now.
" Listen, girl! Answer me, now!" Faust yelled angrily as he gripped the girls shoulders and gave her a little shake. He was wrong, this girl was not pleasant company, she was like Mephisto, except that she still bore a bit of shame and would not openly flirt with him. Faust shuddered. Horrible thoughts. Horrible, horrible thoughts.
" Take me to the movies. I want to see a movie." She said, seemingly unfazed by Faust. He sighed. She wasn't going to tell him anything.
" I don't have any money, girl." He said finally, letting go of her shoulders and leaning against the counter in a dejected fashion. Oh Eliza, if only you were here. You always understood children, they always liked you.
" Take me to the movies. I want to see a movie." Esther said again, using the same voice.
" I can't. I don't know where the movies are."
" Take me to the movies. I want to see a movie." Her voice was whining now, almost pleading.
" No."
"Your supposed to entertain me! I want to go to the movies!" Esther proclaimed in a tantrum-like way.
'She doesn't act like a fifteen year old.' Faust thought, suddenly seeming to believe his earlier observation. Perhaps she really had regressed…
" Mephisto, who is this Faust? I thought you already took care of that family." Azazel muttered as she stared into the fire. It was daytime, yes, but the bonfires set that night were left to burn freely, consuming whatever they wished.
" Heh. He called to me. How could I refuse him? He is a Faust, after all." Mephistopheles answered with a smirk as he stared up at the blue sky. Chances are, he was looking for shapes in the clouds. A childish game, really, however, he did enjoy it.
" You take too much pleasure in humans." Azazel commented.
" I've said it before, beloved cousin, there is nothing worse than a devil who despairs. We have a limited amount of time to be free, then we will be sent to Hell for eternity, why not enjoy ourselves while we are here?"
" Are you trying to reason with me?"
" No. Merely relaying my point. What do I care if you despise your existence?"
" What is he giving you?"
" Who?"
" The human!"
" Oh, Faust, he is serving me till his death."
" What, no soul bond?" She scoffed.
" No, not this time. I've got something better, because, as long as he serves me, he will end up in Hell. It is, inevitable."
" What are you giving him?"
" His wife."
" Oh?"
" She died some time ago, as I told you. He wants me to give him her soul. He can already summon her body."
" How did he achieve that?"
" He's a necromancer. Apparently, he went insane after she died and locked himself up in his basement, studying the dark arts for all his worth."
" He's damning them both, her and himself."
" He doesn't know that. He thinks she'll go to Heaven. Or, perhaps he hasn't thought that far into the future. I don't really care. We've entered into a contract, so there's nothing he can do."
" What happens if you fail to cary it out?"
" I release him from it's terms."
" And if he fails?"
" I get to keep his wife's soul."
" he agreed to that?"
" Unwittingly, yes, he did. No one ever really reads the contract. The first Faust did, but he was meaning to damn himself, so really, it meant nothing."
" How very, devilish of you."
" Of course. We are little satans, aren't we?"
" Of course." Azazel smiled wickedly.