“Stardust, whatever is the matter?” Mephistopheles gasped, not used to seeing his rival looking so dejected. “I’m fine, dear boy, it’s not important.” Stardust muttered, sniffling. His red-rimmed eyes indicated that he had been crying for some time. Mephistopheles sat beside the despondent melusine and put his arm around him. “Whose soul do I need to swallow?” He asked gently.














