Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Even Demons can love ❯ Farfarellos Rampage ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

“Actually your first mission is to be accomplished here.”

 

“Here?” Well that gets the ball rolling. Nothing like jumping into things headfirst.

 

“Yes the doctors that have been so hospitable during the last few years, they have quite a lot of information on you that our employers would rather see destroyed.”

 

Crawford then handed me a knife, god knows how he got it past security.

 

“In fact I'm feeling rather restless myself, I think that I will join you.” Pulling out a gun he lead the way into the asylums' main lobby.

 

Before the guards knew what was happening they were dead. Crawford moved at an amazing speed, even quicker than me. I don't know what his “talent” is yet but it's obvious that he is a very skilled assassin.

 

After we took out the guards he left the doctors to me. “Have fun playing with them, and come outside when you're done. We will be waiting for you.”

 

“We?” I asked curiously, there are more of them!? “Your new family.” He gave me another of his evil grins and left.

 

Family, hah, demons don't have families.

 

I then turned slowly and started my wait to the doctor's rooms. Gods, I love listening to others' screaming, shrieking, and crying. It's amazing, these doctors made my life misery but I was so generous.

 

I made their deaths beautiful. I didn't just kill them, I tortured them! I'm an artist after all. Death has its own art form, but most people don't appreciate it. The doctors didn't. Stubborn men.

 

I am such a talented artist and they didn't even appreciate it. Damn hypocrites. These idiots that tried painting with my pain, couldn't even begin to comprehend my own genius.

After all the pain they caused I though it only kind to return the favor. They didn't seem to like my gifts though.

 

After I made sure that they were all unmoving I got a can of gasoline and covered all the computers and filing cabinets.

 

Then I borrowed one of the doctor's lighters, thanking him of course and set the whole building on fire. The sound of the doctors and other patients screaming was glorious. Such a wonderful symphony of noise and pain.

The fire raged around me but I lingered, inhaling the smoke and enjoying the smell of roosting flesh and terrified howls.

 

Slowly I made my way out of the building, hardly minding my own burns. They didn't hurt and they would heal in a matter of moments.

 

It was worth burning myself to listen to the suffering of so many of god's workers. He must be truly pissed today. So many of his loved ones dead and his own personal demon set free ready to reek more havoc.

 

As I exited the asylum now completely in flames I saw Crawford smiling at me across the street leaning against a black BMW. I walked over to him grinning happily covered from head to toe in blood and soot.

 

“Well I'm glad my seats are black.” he said conversationally, and then got into the drivers seat after indicating that I should take the passenger seat.

 

As I got into the car I saw that the beautiful man Schuldich was curled up in the back presumably asleep with his head in the lap of a young Japanese youth also asleep. Lifting my eyebrow, I turned to Crawford as we started off.

 

“Ah yes the young one in the back is Nagi, an intriguing genius and one teenager you don't want to piss off. Sweet boy. He seems to enjoy mothering Schudich though.”

 

Slight frown from Crawford. “By the way I was told that you name was Jei?”

 

“No, I am no longer Jei. He died many years ago.” I hated that name.

 

“Well what is your name then? Unless you would like us to call you The Irish psycho.” Crawford seemed to find this hilarious, I didn't, and I take great pride in my name.

 

“ You may call me Farfarello. I am the devils minion, his own earthly demon sent here to torment and kill.”

 

“Farfarello, he said, rolling my name around on his tongue. “Like reading Dante I take it?” I grinned.

 

“Had my own personal copy. Used to give theater performances for my doctors from my cell, knew the whole book by heart, but they never seemed to appreciate Dante.

 

Kept asking for Shakespeare.” Laughing we drove of into the darkness.