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I have no soul.
Not too surprised, ne? Alright! I confess, it's no stretch of the imagination. It is true, however.
It is not such a terrible thing, to have a hole where your heart should beat. It's quite comforting, really! No guilt, no regrets- well, maybe a few. Even a monster is entitled to one regret, ne? Now, you must be wondering to yourself, what regret does Xellos-san so cunningly hide?

Good question.


It is a sweet regret, one that fills me with memories and visions of what might have been. In one word, my regret is my one and only mistake- Filia.
I say mistake, because that's exactly what she was; that impatient, quarrelsome, snobbish, enjoyable, bewitching, fascinating, tempting...

You see my problem.

Filia...a delicacy to my hunger. And I hunger, a constant reminder that the hole in my hollow chest is growing- threatening to devour me whole if I do not feed on those emotions which I regard with such insatiable thirst. Especially hers.
Hers are intense- intoxicating. A fury of taste. Delicate, and I want to touch her. Passionate, and I want to possess her. Sad, and I want to know her soul.

You can call it an obsession.

I am, pardon the pun, not a greedy creature at heart. But I was with my Filia. My little dragon could not sate the craving I held for her. That I still hold dear...

To my heart?

You never know! Perhaps I am a little more Xellos and a little less monster than I was before this whole fiasco began...

What do you think...?

Smart child! Your catching on quickly...




The End...or is it...?