Two Guys Drinking Extra Strong Coffee-For Sandara

Two men were seated at the outside café table. Prim and proper was the description that entered the mind of any passing by, that and that the two men were as different as night and day. Not in terms of coloring, for one was a study in shades of brown and utterly forgettable even with the large spectacles taking over his face, and the other darker yet with the air of a predator too gorged on meat to bother snapping at the foolish fawn at its side.

“Did you know that scientists have created cats that glow in the dark?” The plain one rather glowed himself, imagining the hows and whys of the act. “The felines were created to attempt blocking the feline immunodeficiency virus and attached it to and added protein that causes the green fluorescent protein found in certain species of jellyfish to glow, that way at a glance be able to
tell if the gene took-“

Faust paused, eyes lifting behind the large glasses, to view that his companion was, perhaps, not quite as interested in this marvel in science as he was.

“Some researchers also noted that with the glowing fur the cat’s eyes appeared to be to black pits of the darkest abyss awaiting to steal your soul should you look too long.”

Mephistopheles smirked languidly, raising his cup in a smooth and dangerous looking wave any predator, or even glowing cat, would be proud of.

“I’ve always liked cats.” The Demon admitted.

“Dare I ask why?”

“Because much like myself they have discovered the perfect ways of making humans worship them and bow to their every need, while still planning on eating them should they pass on in the cats’ presence.”

The sharp teeth included with the slow smirk would make many a man, or woman, flee into the night rather than risk their lives and sanity a second longer. Faust merely frowned over the rim of his glasses like a thousand disappointed librarians, and ignored the blood thirsty tendencies of the creature he continued on for centuries beside.

The deal, made so long ago and by such a spoiled creature Faust felt embarrassed to once have been, the original deal had been for some twenty-four. Twenty-four years of doing little better than playing pranks on once respected colleagues only to realize his time was nearly up without a single deed of astounding to his name. That coupled with a truly painful example of being torn apart to be discovered by said colleagues….

After a ‘miraculous’ recovery, outside of the eyes of anything even remotely human, Faust had found twenty-four years lengthened into….well he’d lost count. Why bother counting when there was so much science to be learning and participating in?

The Demon grinned, as if knew, which of course he did, what the human had been thinking when lost in thought.

But after at least two centuries, and nearly as many decades on top of that, Mephistopheles probably did know what he was thinking. Every thought. All those passing fantasies that passed through Faust’s head on.

Oh. Oh Good Lord. He. Oh Dear.

All those thought about sex! And even worse how sweet the Demon’s smile could be!
Mephistopheles started laughing, and if internal organs ruptured with the force of his laughter, well the good Dr Faustus was too lost in his own horror to notice.