Author's Note: I'm reluctant to start something longer without a concrete idea, but I feel like writing Xellina, so this is what I get XD. Hopefully it will turn into a series of drabbles, as it was interesting and pleasing to write.
Drabble 1: Ruin
Genre/Tone: Pensive
Lina was his source of ruin.
Not in the sense of a mazoku being ruined—Xelloss certainly did still exist, and she could never destroy him—but by human standards, she ruined him. She bent him. She broke him. She melded him and manipulated him with her bare hands. And worst of all, she made him feel things with the heart he did not have.
With a power he did not have.
He was interested, naturally. She had power, and she was useful—convenient. But interest quickly developed into attraction, and he was very attracted to her—by her. It was evident in the time he spent near her, visible or not, and she knew it—that clever little minx. She knew how he watched her from behind, observing her and her friends. She knew of his eyes and how they looked at her. She knew it and used it to her advantage.
Xelloss always had the advantage.
Except over her.
How many times had he thought of killing her—of bathing her in the scarlet hue of her own blood—only to experience it in momentary fantasy? How honey-sweet would her anguish taste? How satisfying would it be, to engulf her and to have her? For Lina to belong to him entirely? To free himself from that bond—that knot that strangled and suffocated him?
But he wouldn't. Ever.
He certainly could destroy her and render her to shreds. But a mazoku has to fight for itself—in its own best interest. And to deny her would be to deny his best interest, for she interested him in a way no other being ever had.
And she knew it.
She was the closest he could ever get to chaos, to destruction, and to the end which all mazoku desire. She was the source of it all—the window through which he could witness the glory of the Golden One. She was her Mother's child. All in all, they were one and the same.
And so she became that which he desired, the one he yearned for, the end he wished to obtain.
And for her to be all that she was, she would never, ever be his.