What could a Devil ask for more? ( part 2 )
A little lonely devil lost within a Versailles ball
Mephisto Pheles x Reader
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The world was suddenly bathed in the dark blue veil of Nyx. Pheles, better known as Johann Faust V, had been once invited to these elite gatherings at Versailles. He’d recognized many of the attendees, having met them once or twice to strike a deal in exchange for anything that they could possibly offer for wealth, power and… notoriety. Despite the fact that their faces were hidden by golden masks, Pheles came not to be drawn by illusions nor by the opulence of its guests. His pointy ears would be able to capture a wave of laughs, gossips already tainting the night with treacheries, malice and more…he’d seen this scene countless times. The Devil had a precise goal, a reason to attend to these balls. He sought a feeling, a connection : the feeling of love and be loved that might be present within these futilities, amongst the crowds of wealthy people. Despite having enough of them, he came back in hope of finding someone. As the cold wind hurried him to get in, making his coat move gracefully, almost making his hat fall, he finally decided to dive in the lavishness that awaited him.
Monumental walls devoured the landscape as they were adorned with golden along their columns. Chandeliers, placed all over the oval ceilings, replaced the night sky splendor by its warm light…devouring the guest that would swirl around the vast ballroom. Yet, the candles that would illuminate the halls, beared a tragic destiny : to melt against their will. Candles would slowly burn; at least they’ll cease to exist once their fire consumes them, as Mephisto said, envying the short life that candles had. He barely had entered the ball and taken a cup of wine, already tired of the same old scenario. Countless faces resurging before him, as if re-creating fragments of his memory.
“Even Molière could do a better staging–at least he could bring a spark of life, of actual passion and intrigue that followed such emotions… I am certain that he couldn’t bear to presence such offense to his spirit. So do I” murmured Pheles frustrated as he directed himself to another room, having enough of this little play. As the vast windows would reflect and reinforce his lack of interest in these balls, it would also steal his presence of mind to bring him into a self reflection world. It wasn’t as if he expected something new to happen in such place, the best decision to make was distancing himself from such mockery–seeking refuge within the empty halls..All while still drinking his wine half empty–just like him in the end. Why would someone like him desire more? He was immortal–he controlled time and space… bent nations to its will with his immense power. So… why he wished to be truly loved? After all, he could have anything anytime. Even if he ever did love someone, as nature laws fell upon most beings that would slightly catch his interest, they would die in a glimpse of an eye. As the stars were shinning ever so brightly, falling one after another, Pheles was getting lost in his own world.
Finally, as he deeply awaited, something piqued his genuine interest. Not excess of wealth, lust-no pure human emotions that hadn’t been yet tainted with malice. As he stopped for a moment, glancing anywhere but his reflection, he perceived a young couple of lovers though the window. What he sought within this ball, but he wasn't the lucky one. The little princes, as her lover called her, couldn’t quite well dance. And her lover slowly helped her dance outside the overwhelming ball, calmly with patience and voice filled with tenderness towards the young lady. In a little world in which they’ve created for one another, they’ve danced and laughed in all the simplicity of this world. Her smile could and would make the stars from above jealous, but there was someone to protect her from it.
“ Lucky you, young man. You cannot possibly imagine how much your little existence pains an immortal.” said Pheles with a bittersweet smile, his voice low enough that only himself could hear the murmur of his plea for love. “Take care of her, for she is your world, young lad”. However, the Devil's emotions, as unstable as they were at this moment, quickly shifted as he saw the young man proposing to his sweetheart. How Pheles envied this…happiness, love being laid all in front of his eyes. Not even the other half of the wine could help ease his now anger for this stupid couple. Pheles was lost, getting dragged left and right by his own emotions, barely noticing his companion coming. Just then, the butterfly’s wings brushed from afar, slowly until she reached her friend. “Too weak” he commented as he sipped all that this cup had to offer, and failed to. Was he talking about how strong the wine was—or about himself? The butterfly, after wandering into this palace, found its old dear friend alone. She settled near–not too close, but also not too far from him. As if it was worried about him, observing from far away just to make sure that he was well.
“ Have I finally lost it? Why do I envy so deeply the ones whose hearts are bound to die…? The beauty of immortality resides in the fact, that liking or not, every breath, smile and tears are solid proofs that these humans are alive. They constantly get drowned in their emotion, until… a light, someone, or something steals their heart in such brutality that thou must question it : why they look so ethereal when in love— why do I envy that ? Perhaps all those nights didn’t do anything, filled nothing in this rotten heart of mine. For I had hoped that it would…” frustrated, he allowed himself for once to be vulnerable in centuries.
“For eons, I only had this stupid butterfly… BELIEVED, foolishly, that it would lead me to someone.” he punched the walls aggressively, even making the chandeliers shake from the sheer power of his growing frustration accumulated over centuries “Who knows if the heavens had finally pity of me and sent this mediocre little creature to accompany me!” frustration almost suffocating him. “ These balls, no one, not A SINGLE USELESS SOUL had made me feel anything at all…” he brushed his hair anguishly, wondering if the suffering would ever end—it wouldn’t— a small voice in his head told him. How many had he charmed in the illusion of true love? How many had he broken for his own twisted desire over eons… and for nothing. In the end, even the King Of Time would have drawn himself in his own frustrations, not healing nor trying to understand it. How many fallen stars would he need to watch it lose its light and fade into eternity, until just one would fall, just a single one would burn solely for him? The music had slowed itself, going for a calmer peace. Sweeter and quieter sound this time– almost sad for some.
“Where are you dammit…” he exhaled in desperation, his frustration finally suffocating the poor devil and the music unable to ease him from his emotions— it had long been since the melodies couldn’t catalyze Mephisto’s inner struggles. “I crave you… desire you, more than anything. For I don’t even know if you’re born and grown up. Nor do I know were your lineage is to protect them, to guarantee your existence in the future…dammit” sensing his sadness and frustration growing, as the Butterfly attempted to speak somehow with him : “ I’m right here little devil. Don’t worry, I can love you plenty if it helps to heal your heart” it laid herself on his hand, wings flapping slowly, her glow attempting to warm his cold heart as if comforting her friend. He had guessed, after many centuries wandering together, that every time that it would glow, it attempted to communicate with him, but not even himself could hear what it said. “Pardon my rudeness, little one…thank you for your light” for a fraction of a second, his eyes softened,“It has been like this through the endless eons that we lived together. You’ve witnessed it, know how it works…”. The warmth of the butterfly’s kindness seemed once more not enough to reach the coldest part of his turmoil–the same that brought him every night to decay, agonizing with his emotions. Once more, he tried to breathe deeply, to get rid of these sickening emotions “For how much more time I’ll be haunted…?” he questioned himself. “ Do you know the answer, little one? It's not a difficult riddle this time, I know that thee can answer it…”, he waited eagerly for the butterflies answer, in vain as expected. “ I’ve forgotten… thee don’t speak, never did”. Samael would glance at the butterflies wings slowly flapping, rising and then falling. The night seemed to be a perfect refuge to lay out bare such emotions, as if the goddesses would hug you through its landscape. The ball, although masked, just let one porcelain purple mask already filled with cracks, break, shatter brutally–inhumanely even.
An empty laugh escaped him, devoid of all joy, laced with a haunting revolt. “ Have I fallen this low… so soon? Reduced to speaking to this little thing as if it was my appointed oracle?”. Despair, an old companion of his journey, couldn’t and wouldn’t be enjoyed for long. A master of facade, he effortlessly lifted that veil from his mind and heart, shielding it with another pathetic attempt to damage control the situation–despite not being in a battlefield, he felt the need to do so.
“Tch…Tch… This is not how the King Of Time would behave… would it?” As though his ranting never existed, he recomposed himself, straightening his posture. Believing that this mere act would extinguish his own emotions, forcing them to fade away in the night. Then, he shifted his leg, pressing something down, as if he were crushing his emotions.
"How peculiar… The King of Time aching for such a futility. Why does it matter so much? After all, I can have anyone at any time. I’ll forget this useless thought soon” he said as he laid the empty cup of wine right there with the butterfly and made his way to the main hall. The butterfly stayed there, lingering besides the cup, as if still absorbing her companion's pain to help him somehow, mourning the beautifully tragic Pheles that was born and died right here and there. A shame, that for once that Mephisto Pheles acknowledges his emotions, that he abandons them behind–not solving his issue, but aggravating his emotional fragility. It watched him once more, vanishing away into the ballroom– running from himself. The Moonlight’s bright light drew the little butterflies attention, despite the flower scents promising a sweater escapade, she decided to dance with destiny by herself. Flapping her wings, directing herself to a hidden spot deep in the majestic garden, in which soon enough someone would soon join her.
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Long time no see my dear readders, I've finally polished the second chapter. Hope you'll enjoy it. Don't forgett to repost, like and more importantly : enjoy this beautifully melancholic chapter!!!
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