((Authors' notes: This is a little poem Ryuuko and I both spat out one day. We both know perfectly well that Xelloss was, indeed, a Mazoku by birth…but this is just how it ended up turning out. ^_^; Enjoy our bit o' strangeness!))
Birth of a Demon
The boy sat waiting;
Waiting in the dark.
And then she appeared,
Smiling like a shark.
She held in one hand
A very large net;
And in the other,
She held a cigarette.
The cigarette burned
And gave off smoke.
To anyone who breathed them,
The fumes would choke.
Then trapped in the net,
With nothing he could do;
She sighed and said:
"Ho hum – I need something new."
With a flick of her wrist,
One down off the list,
He lie broken and beaten,
Within the lair of a demon.
But as he lies still,
Broken and dying,
Her smile widens,
And he felt as if he were flying.
A kiss on the cheek,
A bloodstained tear;
And suddenly he was not,
The one to steer.
His very own body,
No longer his own;
For it had changed shape,
Into a sort of black cone.
It may sound strange,
To hear of this new form;
But, alas, his power
Now exceeds that of the norm!
His newfound strength,
Which rivaled the gods;
One of the strongest beings,
On the earth who had trod.
He can slay a whole army
With a flick of his finger;
Oh my...with him,
I doubt you would linger.
His human form
Violet hair, just like that!
With amethyst eyes
Shaped like a cat's
To end the world was their goal;
Beast lady and servant.
Together they walked,
To cause eternal torment.
- Secret after secret;
Plan after plan.
Into the future they went,
And caused the end of man.