I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

"What if I kill you first?!" he asked, grabbing Faust by the collar.

He frowned deeply.

"Why do you want to die?"

"Why would I want to live?!" he exclaimed. "I have nothing now--nothing. My only love is a sinner, and so am I--I should be dead! Thaddeus killed me. I have no link with God, my lover no longer wishes to even touch me--what am I living for? I will not exist just to be your doll, Faust."

Suddenly, he gave Priestly a toothy smile.

"Time, my love. Time."

He let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"I could punch you in the face right now--is that what you want? That's not what I want--I don't hurt innocent people anymore...but then again, you aren't exactly a saint."

He frowned.

"Priestly, that's not nice."

"Then kill me--go on, do it. And let me stay dead, too." He let go of Faust, spreading his arms. "I'm completely defenseless."

He tackled Priestly to the ground, but instead of killing him, he began to molest and unclothe him.

Priestly kicked him off, disgusted.

"Augh--I'm dead, you disgusting infidel!"

"If I was him you wouldn't mind." He was only slightly bitter, mainly because he just wanted to see some action in any way possible.

He looked down.

"...I'm not proud of what I am anymore, but no--I wouldn't mind if it was him. Because I love him--and my love is something you will never claim. Maybe before, but not now."

"...Then do him." He ordered, crossing his arms.

"...Excuse me?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he buttoned his shirt back up.

He fiddled with his hat.

"...If you love him, then force yourself on him. It'll be hot -- I mean, affective in winning his love back."

"No," he said instantly. "He doesn't want me anymore--I will resign myself to celibacy until death. Which, if I'm lucky, will be soon."

Faust just shook his head.

"...I'm leaving."

"Fine, I'll kill myself on my own!" he shouted. "I'll jump into a lake with a weight--just try to bring me back, then."

"I'll force your lover to do it." Faust replied bluntly.

He blinked.

"...If you ever so much as look at him, I will kill you--you leave him alone." His lip curled back in a snarl; he was dead serious.

"You'll be dead." He said simply. "All I have to do is promise him that I can bring you back...I'm sure he'll oblige."

"...He doesn't want me anymore," he said with a shrug. "Go ahead and try, but he won't agree to it."

He grinned from ear to ear, knowing exactly how Cyprus felt.

"Should I ask him right now?"

"I told you not to talk to him!" he hissed. "Just...augh!" He sat down on a nearby stump, scowling.

"I'm supposed to just live as your little toy? And be content with my right hand, just going through the motions of everyday life?"

Faust shuffled over to him, offering up a severed hand from his hat.

"...you can use this hand."

"AUGH!" He smacked Faust instinctively, recoiling in disgust.

"...Sorry, I guess...that was an accident."