How did it end up like this? An ex-nobleman, wanted for a pesky crime committed a number of years ago, and now, nothing more than a mason under the Phantasm household. The job itself was not too much of a problem; someone has been mouthing off about the Phantasms despite working there themselves and it was up to Faust to figure out who. With all honesty, Faust gave not a care in the world who was gossiping around here. If the matter didn't personally involve him, then why would it matter to him? But he had to throw a show for the little prince of the Phantasms.

Sirius Phantasm. There was a lot about him that perked Faust's interest. Sirius is the oldest Phantasm child. He is a very cold, callous, and dispassionate figure, and is rather aloof, brooding, and indifferent, willing to harm both his comrades and enemies should they get in his way. His facial expression rarely changes, though he is almost always frowning. So many things about him reminded Faust of himself. That was half the reason Faust decided to take on this job; to get a little closer to Mr. Phantasm would allow him to figure the guy out. It wouldn't take long for Faust to have the entire Phantasm family in the palm of his hands. It would prove useful in the case he ever wanted to uproot the pathetic camaraderie between Phantom Lord and the Phantasms. The other reason Faust decided to take on such a task was because he wanted a change in scenery. In a sense, it was honest work. For the past three quests he had embarked on, they included hurting someone else in order to receive cash. This time, it was just listening in to see if anyone screwed around. Why the hell not?

It was a nice day when he found the request on the board. It was a simple one and so Faust took it. Upon entering the mansion, a wave of emotions flourished into his soul. First was sadness, sadness that he would never feel this feeling again, not with his home. Then came the strong emotion of hate. He immediately abhorred the place, the rich, and a million other things. The blood lust from the day he murdered his entire estate came rushing back into him; it took all his will in order to refrain from using some spells on his fellow masons. Alas, he was greeted by Sirius Phantasm. He was exactly like what people described him as, the only thing differing from the visual people gave was his height. A shorter fellow, he stood at roughly five foot four or five foot five at most, being nearly a whole head shorter than Faust. As Faust put on his working uniform, some trashy rags, Sirius Phantasm explained the content of his job: act like a mason, since that was his job, but listen in to whether or not the fellow masons began bad-mouthing the members of the Phantasm estate. It sent a shiver up Faust's spine, knowing that he was the deciding factor in whether or not someone would die. That was how most noble households work, after all. What was the saying nowadays? Talk shit, get hit.

Now here Faust was, working like a mason. Only as he scrubbed all around, get picked on by his fellow employees, and laughed with them, did he understand how his workers felt. But it still didn't change the way he viewed anything; in fact, it only strengthened his resolve.  Faust already knew what he was going to have done to his fellow employees, regardless of what actually happened. Again, he had the power to end their lives with a single word. Why wouldn't he use it? And as he was thinking of that, the gossip began. The male mason, head of the department in tidying up, began the beginning of his doom. He went on and on about how the Phantasms were a bunch of nobodies, explaining how they did their work underground and so on. A number of secrets came from those loose lips and it was a shame that Faust had heard them all. Too bad there wasn't anything on Sirius Phantasm's weakness, but again, the man said enough. Faust, tired of the little game of charade, exposed himself. "My real name's not Timmy." he began. Though he never gave his name, he continued on. "And you just earned yourself a one-way ticket to hell." The man was a smart one, immediately understanding the situation and how much trouble he could be in. He pleaded for his life, explaining to Faust what could happen to him if he was exposed to Sirius, as if Faust himself didn't know. It was all amusing to watch and henceforth, Faust let it play out. Faust decided to have a little fun with the male. "Lick my shoe." he stated with a calm voice. The man stopped, wondered what to do. It was considered the lowest of the low to lick someone else's shoes, and yet, it was what this man eventually did.

What a shame. Despite Faust having told him to go back and work, promising the man that as a fellow mason, he wouldn't dare rat the guy out. A few thanks were given here and there before he went away; Faust laughed once the man was out of sight. What an idiot! Who would believe a guy who has your life at the strand of their fingertips? Onward Faust went in search for Sirius Phantasm. Upon finding him, he brought the issue up immediately, selling out the rat of a employee. Sirius was troubled at first, but then reverted back to his regular attitude, though no change was visible on his expressionless and stern face. "I do hope to see you again, Mr. Phantasm." Faust said, a bright smile upon his face. It was surely a greeting in Sirius' eyes, but Faust knew that they would meet again.