Me: Disclaimer! I do NOT own Tales of Symphonia or any of it's characters. *mutters* but I wish I owned Kratos…
Lloyd: You still own the story! … Although the idea of you wanting to own my father is a bit… weird.
Me: Yes… This one, at least~ :D Oh, but if someone already made a story like this, I'm sorry! I haven't read enough fanfiction to know.*ignores his comment about wanting to own Kratos* … … Wait. Lloyd… Why are you here?
Lloyd: Um… isn't this story about me?
Zelos: *pops in* And the oh so glorious me?
Lloyd: *glares*
Me: Err… Yes, but it's not time for you two to enter… *shoves both out of room* Now, onward with the prologue… which is very long .
Zelos: *from far down the hall* I will be back, mon cherie!
Lloyd: *from a different direction, but still outside* Oh, shut it!
Me: ^-^; *mutters to self* Must remember to put Zelos through a lot of pain… OH! And before I forget, this, although I'm just describing Mithos right now, WILL be a zelloyd slash! XD There will be a lemon… in… later chapters providing that I don't, like, die while writing it… So this shall be rated M for violence, (possibly) language, and the later lemons…
Prologue: A Blood-bound Pact of Regret
Mithos gave a slight unconscious shudder at the unearthly being before him. It was Xareth, summon spirit of eternal life or that's what he was led to believe, and it's cold red eyes, pale skin, and overall presence radiated an aura of pure evil and blood thirst. A small glint from the small amount of light that struggled into the room shined on his barely visible fangs that were sharpened to look as if they could cut through butter. The spirit gave a cold smile that didn't touch his eyes sending another chill through his and his companion's spines. Mithos was here to do something important, something that may, or may not save his beloved sister's life-- a life he could not bare to let end lest he too be pulled into the depths of eternal sleep, never to awaken again.
He was not alone in the room for Kratos, Martel, and Yuan were not far from him; however, he was the closest to the spirit, for he was the summoner, or pact-maker, in the group. The air around him seemed to get colder as he approached the spirit.
"Xareth, Bearer of Eternal Life! I am Mithos!" The words left his lips smoothly with nary a hint of the subconscious fear he was feeling underneath it all at the spirit. "I wish that thou establish a pact with me, in my quest to create a new world!" His words were not a lie as he truly would carry out his promise just as he would continue to save his dying sister, Martel. The silence after the final syllable was spoken stretched on as the smile became wider on the spirit's face. The only word that could describe it was demonic.
"A long time it has been since a human-" He took a large breath and seemed to relish the very taste and smell of the air and his eyes twinkled with a dark glint. "No, a half-elf has graced this chamber to make a pact with me." Kratos and Yuan kept themselves steady while Martel seemed to shuffle nervously where she stood. Xareth licked his lips as his alert eyes watched the group; his eyes seemed hungry. Then, he turned his attention back to the pack-maker standing before him. "and I see you have bought friends. Now, a pact you wish to make with me? I suppose that may be arranged… but you will have to fight for the honor." An animalistic and bloodthirsty expression overcame his features as he took a step back and readied himself. The group readied their weapons, preparing themselves for the inevitable battle that was about to ensue.
The battle raged fiercely with clangs and the words of spells filling the air. The group started to sweat with the effort they put forth; however, Xareth didn't seem to use any energy at all though he had lacerations all over his body that bled heavily. Worry began to cloud their minds. Would this battle end? Xareth was known for eternal life, surely it would be impossible to defeat the spirit. As soon as that thought started to enter their minds, Xareth stopped, with a large leer in his face and took a step back. His wounds did not hinder his movements though the group's wounds slowed their own. The summon spirit's eyes were filled with even more thirst than when they had first entered the room. They braced themselves expecting a sort of powerful attack to suddenly come forth. Nothing happened, and the spirit continued his leering.
"You have passed." The few yet disquieting words brought a bit of shock, if only for a moment, to their faces. Never before had they not defeated a spirit, yet were considered "passed" as Xareth had just pronounced them, or mostly Mithos himself. "Come closer." Mithos complied and stepped cautiously closer to the being who continued beckoning him with a strange expression on his face and the same look of hunger and blood thirst in his eyes until they were less than a foot apart. Shuffling could be heard behind him as his companions inched steadily closer as a tendril of fear wormed it way into the very back of their minds making them edgy.
Everything was still as Xareth and Mithos stared each other in the eyes without breaking eye contact for not even a second. Even though Mithos and his companions were as alert as any mortal could be, it could not possibly be enough as the spirit suddenly launched himself forward onto the pact-maker and burying his fangs deep into the boy's neck eliciting a cry of pain. Blood dripped from where the fangs pierced the soft white skin that seemed to pale with every passing second.
It was a cry of unison as the trio behind the two immediately started to converge on them determined to get Mithos away from the spirit, but an invisible wall seemed to stop them from getting within 3 feet of their companion.
Finally, Xareth broke his teeth away from the now bloody neck and licked his lips while laying the boy softly on his back. He touched a finger to his bleeding wound dripped a few drops of blood into the pact-maker's open lips and gave a satisfied smirk; Mithos was still alive and breathing.
"The Blood-pact is sealed with this exchange of blood. Eternal life is given, a curse to such corrupt beings as yourselves. The consequences of our pact shall show themselves soon enough. See to it yourself if you truly wanted this gift or burden, whichever you decide to entitle it." A final smirk plastered itself onto his face; it was a look of true malevolence and madness as he faded away into the shadows.
"Brother!" The first cry to pierce the air and be heard as the invisible barrier seemingly disappeared came from Martel, Mithos' dearly beloved sister, as she rushed to his side alarm clear on her face.
"Mithos!" Kratos and Yuan yelled in unison as they too rushed to the pact-maker's side only moments after Martel.
Pain was all Mithos could feel. It numbed him to the voices that called desperately for him to speak-- to respond. The pain numbed all his senses. He didn't even know if he was breathing; all he knew was the pain that surged like lightning throughout his body. Every cell in his body burned with an unquenchable fire, but he did not more. The pain was so great, he did not even know how to move. The only evidence of pain was the grimace on the boy's face.
"We have to get him to a bed!" Martel was starting to panic about her brother's well-being.
"I'm not sure if it would be safe to move him." Kratos' firm voice echoed throughout the room.
"Even if that's true, he is clearly in pain and we should at least move him someplace more comfortable and closer to town, so if we were in need a doctor, we would be close enough to acquire the assistance of one. That, or we get him to a bed in an inn as Martel suggested. Besides, it's nighttime, and we probably don't want to run into any monsters." Yuan smoothly spoke the words with the logic behind them crystal clear. The trio thought long and hard at Mithos on the ground, and after conversing a bit more, decided on bring the pact-maker carefully but quickly to an inn as they weren't too far from the city of Ozette.
After a night of pain for the pact-maker, it slowly dulled and Mithos' mind became clearer; however, the pain was slowly replaced with thirst. He slowly opened his now crimson eyes open and first noticed his sister Martel.
"Brother!" Martel immediately rushed to the boy's side; Kratos was restocking the supplies he could whilst Yuan stood guard at the door. None of them could even suspect what Mithos would do next to his beloved sister for they did not know the consequences of the pact.
Mithos breathed heavily. His hearing was heightened due to the blood-pact with Xareth, and all he could think about at the soft beating of his sister-- at this point the didn't even think of her as his sister-- and the blood inside her that could quench his thirst.`
"Are you feeling alright, Mithos?" Concern was clear on Martel's face as she noted his crimson red eyes that both frightened and attracted her. There was an air about the pact-maker that seemed to pull her in-- seemed to mesmerize her.
"Brother?" Mithos didn't respond as she spoke again. She tried to hide the fear apparent in her voice as Mithos moved ever closer to her with his eyes locked on her soft, exposed, and vulnerable throat. Every heartbeat that caused the life giving elixir in the girl's veins to continue throughout her system made him hunger for the same liquid more and more. Soon, Martel felt her brother and his crimson eyes were too closer than deemed necessary or comfortable. The need she felt to get away from her brother shook her to the core. This was her brother. Of that, she was sure; however, that did not mean she should just sit there.
"Br-brother. Whatever you are doing, please stop…" Her voice was shaky and cracked from fear as she tried to back away. It was then that she realized that moving was not an option. Something seemed to be keeping her immobile as her brother got so close that she could feel his hot breath tickle the skin of her neck.
Mithos swallowed dryly with his pupils fully dilated from hunger and desire for his sister's blood. Pearly white fangs glinted in the moonlight that streamed through the window on the two as he hungrily pierced her skin as she screamed. Her limbs had finally started to work as her blood was drained away drop by drop pounding her fists on Mithos' back in terror as death loomed over the horizon.
Yuan was the first to hear the scream as he burst into the room to behold the horrifying scene. He ran at breakneck speed towards the two remembering what had happened earlier that day with Xareth. They fell apart easily as Yuan pried them apart; however, it was too late. The damage had been done. Martel's complexion had become snow white. There was no hint of life-giving blood that had once flowed through her veins save from the small thin trail from her neck and Mithos' lips. Her eyes were glazed and she did not move again.
"MARTEL! OH, GOD, NO! MARTEL, DON'T LEAVE ME!" A cry of deep anguish left Yuan as he collapsed sobbing next to Martel with his heart broken. All the while, the pact-maker's mind was steadily clearing as he licked his lips and swallowed the last few drops of his sister's blood. As his thinking became clearer, he realized the consequences of the atrocious act he had just committed in his thirst and hunger. He had lost his sister thanks to one of the very pacts he had made to save her. He had lost his reason for living.
Mithos streaked out of the room leaving Yuan sobbing next to his sister's now cold body and ran into Kratos who immediately grabbed hold of the boy to keep him from rushing.
"Mithos…?" Kratos started to worry as he held the tear streaked boy as he looked beyond him into the room. "Martel?" He accidentally let go of the suicidal boy as he beheld the unmoving and deathly pale Martel. Mithos immediately stole Kratos' sword and started to run blindly through the forest till he came to small clearing. The heavy sword gleamed as he quickly unsheathed it trying to ignore the footsteps that were not far behind; Kratos wasn't far.
"DON'T DO IT!" Was Kratos' final shout as the pact-maker plunged the sword all the way through his body making a wound Kratos' healing magic would not be able to heal as he slowly died and paid for the terrible sin he had committed. He coughed out blood and fell to the ground as Kratos knelt beside him; however, it was not in pain that Mithos had fallen to the ground. It was from shock. The wound did not hurt him at all; the coughing up of blood was only a reflex his body still had.
"…se…" The words Mithos spoke were inaudible as his blank eyes stared into space with his hands still on the hilt of the sword piercing his body.
"What…?" Kratos couldn't speak loudly as the shock from what Mithos had just did still shook him to the core.
"It's a curse…" The once blank stare had turned into one of pure madness one can only experience once losing everything he had to live for in life.
"…" Kratos could not respond to Mithos and bit his lip as he noticed the look in Mithos' eyes. He started to protest when the boy started to pull out the sword and cringed slightly after noticing the lack of pain on his face. Soon, the bloody sword was out Mithos stood unhindered by his wounds handing over the sword to it's master.
"Let us return, Kratos." He turned back not even trying to hide the large bleeding wound and approached the inn where the dead Martel lay with Yuan-- now more collected but still with a look of pure grief on his face-- next to her. Kratos followed close behind reluctantly. Mithos opened the door with no restraint or nervousness; the boy was completely devoid of emotions and seemed to only radiate an aura of madness.
"Yuan." Yuan's head jerked up at the sound of his name and face became furious as he looked upon Mithos, the killer of Martel. "Yuan. We are continuing our journey to create a new world."
"And Martel? What are we supposed to do about your beloved sister?!" He was fuming at this point for he had secretly loved the girl. If his words struck a nerve in the emotionless boy, no one could tell.
"I will bring her back to life." Mithos said calmly, though the madness behind his words were apparent to the two.
"That can't be pos-" Kratos started to say.
"Cease your speaking, Kratos." Mithos interrupted. Kratos stopped speaking against his will. The words he wished to say could not be voiced. It seemed the trio had just learned of another capability of Mithos': control of people's actions. "We will continue on our journey, we will revive Martel, and create a world where half-elves may live without fear." Though it was unspoken, he would also find out a way to control his bloodlust.
The two were silent, compelled to obey Mithos' commands, and they continued on their journey. Mithos made a final pact with the summon spirit Origin, receiving the Eternal Sword that could control time and space. Using the sword, he split the two countries that were at war, Sylvarant and Tethe'alla into two separate worlds and froze the time of Martel's body. Then, he created the world called Derris-Kharlan where he housed half-elves and experimented to find a way to dull his bloodlust so that he would never hurt Martel after he, for her still believed he could, resurrected her.
Me: Whew. That was the longest prologue I have ever written... Now, despite what it may seem, the main character is not Mithos or any of his group. The main characters and pairing is Zelloyd, otherwise known as Zelos and Lloyd. So, yes, there will be slash, and yes, i will eventually write a lemon. So, if you like this so far, please read and review~ Your critisicm and comments on my story fuel the part of me that will continue typing this story! Er.. but no flaming, please. Flaming would get me depressed... Especially since this is my first fanfic ever... Haha... I'm talking a lot, aren't I?
Lloyd: *pops in* Yes, you are.
Zelos: *pops in behind Lloyd* Yes, but I believe it's cute~ *winks at me*
Me: ^-^# Um... Lloyd... Zelos... I thought I threw both of you out.
Lloyd: But I'm appearing in the next chapter! Why can't I be at the bottom of the first... D:
Zelos: Yes, I'm sure my fans are absolutely dying to see me! *waves at readers*
Lloyd: *hits extremely hard on the head with one of his sword scabbards* Don't cheat on me!
Zelos: D: *rubs head* But I'm sure some people are your fans too...
Me: *slaps ducttape on botht their mouths as they protest* RIGHT! Now that that is out of the way... Please read and review!