Twelve repetitive clicks gave time where it was needed. But to Faust VIII, time was just a foolish human idea and nothing more. Midnight? Though the passionate doctor, Ah midnight it is indeed. The preparations have been set. It is now or never. My love shall rise tonight to join the moon! His hand creased more wrinkles in the shriveled paper, the key to his success. For twelve long nights he waited for the night for his love to rise. For twelve long nights his patience wore thin. For Eliza he would die a thousand deaths or at least twelve.
The only comfort he found in those twelve painful nights was an old grand piano he found. Its condition could have been compared to an immortal being. Though its frame had long since worn away from what it used to be, the piano managed to endure. This quality, endurance, was what the brokenhearted lover admired out of the old piano. It had been his father's and his father's and so on and so on. This old piano was a living reminder of the past and how it stayed with one throughout the generations. Faust knew that all too well.
He left his beloved's side momentarily to see the old piano. Though it had been not tuned for nearly twenty years, Faust still found pleasure in its song. He raised his fingers once more and started to play.
The melody was deafening, like the sound of an insane man slamming up against a wall. Beside the old sheet music he had laid, Faust set a notepad of instructions, the instructions needed for necromancy to work. He cried out over the sound of the deadly piano's screams, the splatter of the rain, and the clashing of the lighting. He spoke these words:
When I say to the moment, 'Stay, thou art so beautiful!' then mayst thou fetter me straightaway."
For a moment the thunder stopped and the rains ceased. There was only the sound of Faust breathing heavily, anxious and impatient. Silence crept and stalked, haunting every corner of Faust's mind. But as he listened intently, he heard not a solo of breathing, but a duet. His feet instantly leapt off of the ground and landed at Eliza's side, hoping.
"Eliza…Eliza, my love, are you…are you…" His words were rushed but there was a reason why. She sat up and looked at him with the beautiful azure eyes he knew all too well, "Eliza! My love!" So he pulled out the other notepad and read the pact the Faust only nine generations ago said to Mephistopheles. All that changed was that he read that he would pledge his life and love to her instead of his soul. She smiled and agreed. It was now what to do now that they were together again. There was always the thought that crosses the mind of those who lost their loved ones (and sanity)…
Revenge
