Big and very tragic update today. In this entry I'm announcing two deaths. Margaret's mother and brother have passed away. First it was her mother, two days later was the turn of his brother.

I swear I wasn't expecting this. I didn't warn Faust enought, I should have told him that they were playing with fire, keeping that poor woman asleep with that medicine I was preparing. Good thing that I'm not the one to blame for that anyway...Maybe

I will accept that I had a little bit of participation on the brother's death though... Yes, I also didn't know that she had a brother. His name was Valentin, and we didn't get to know much about him, he saw us walking near Margaret's house, Faust was babbling about getting his poor girlfriend some pearls and dresses to comfort her. I wasn't paying attention, all I'm thinking about right now is that soon will be Walpurgisnacht. Oka, so then Valentin saw us and heard Faust muttering Margaret's name, and instantly jumped on us with his blade. We felt the man's rage in his attacks, but he still was no match against me, no one can win a duel against the devil. I soon could immobilize him and encourage Faust to do the dirty work for me, and he did. The man fell on the ground slowly bleeding out from his wound, and we ran out of that place. We were so far away, but we still heard Margaret's scream.

The other day we went to take a walk down the city, and we saw the poor girl crying over her brother's coffin while the other neighbours tried to push her away, calling her a whore. I bet his brother revealed the truth about Margaret on his deathbed... Honestly, I can't help but feel sad for her. And surprisingly, when Faust saw her he quickly looked away, as if he had never known her.

This was truly a surprising turn of events. That evening we went back home silently, I was the first one to speak, I asked him why doesn't he marry her, it would solve all this situation right away, but he said that marriage wasnt' what he expected first of all. I contained my laugher, he finally noticed that he wanted was so satisfy his own lust than a honest relationship with a woman, and I could see the shame in his face.

I quickly brought some wine and bread to cheer up... that was my excuse, obviously. I only wanted him to cry all his sorrows away, I saw in his eyes how much he needed to let the tears go.

It felt so good, even more than the first time because I could hold him close for a long time and I kissed his cheeks to wipe his tears away with my lips to taste his pain just a little bit. I was at the verge of losing my mind. gladly Faust didn't notice me shaking or my breath getting heavier, since he was suffering from the same spasms but not for the lustful reasons of mine but for the sadness in his heart. I sound so disgusting and desconsiderate, but please don't blame me, if you could only know how adorable he looked when he shied away after the first small kiss I gave him, but eventually giving up and letting me hold his face between my hands, leaving kisses all over it... he looked so sad yet so pleased and comforted.

Ehee.... goddamn I fEeL sO hApPy.