Golden Slave
By
Godell
This might be a rather multi-chaptered story later on. Let's hope so, eh? This is fun! A bit of an AU, but it's worth it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers, only this spell.
Prolougue
It is said that in the times when Hellmaster Phibrizzo still had his servants, one Mazoku accidentally fused himself with a human—a priest. In his confusion on which was the correct path to chose—the pure path of the priest, or the evil, cruel path of the Mazoku—he decided to create a spell that would, besides destroy his foe, also purify a small shard of his essence. He called it "The Golden Slave".
Here's the spell:
As shining as the sun,
As pure as white
Which is darkness? Which is light?
Help me to choose the correct path
And destroy those who try to stop me
In the name of Hellmaster Phibrizzo,
Let my soul find true peace!
Let my broken essence cry:
GOLDEN SLAVE!
In the end, the Mazoku's soul began to go towards the side of light. Eventually, he turned fully human, and had a son—who was blind.
After learning of his son's loss of sight, the Mazoku decided on teaching his son the Golden Slave. However, the boy decided on keeping it secret, until his (multiple) dying days. The spell could have saved him…and so, in his son's dreams, he would always here his father mourning over him, and his decision to not use the Golden Slave.
Oh, yes—the Mazoku's name was Galrizzo, and chose Greywords for his last name when he became human. Hellmaster Phibrizzo cursed his family with the most horrible curse a Mazoku can do:
There would be much grief in his family; unquenchable desires, eternal searches, madness, etc. However, Phibrizzo accidentally left out the part that was the most terrible: Being unable to find someone to love…
Garrizo Greywords stood inside the room of his wife. His golden eyes, so much like his former masters, were smiling genuinely. In his arms, there was a tiny boy with rather messed up purple hair. "My little boy.." he smiled at the baby, who gurgled in return. "Now, what should I call you?" Garrizo asked the baby, even though it obviously couldn't answer. "Oh! I know! Rezo! How's that sound, kid?" he cheered. The baby waved his hands in glee. "Okay, you're now Rezo Greywords!"
In the two days that passed, Garrizo wondered why on Earth Rezo couldn't open his eyes. Bringing his child to the nearby medicine woman, Garrizo asked her what on Earth was wrong with him. "Ah—here's your problem, sir: he's blind." She clucked. Quietly paying the woman, he jogged back home, with Rezo in his arms, feeling a pit in his stomach.
Six years went by, and Rezo seemed to be growing quite nicely. He didn't seem to mind his blindness, but would sometimes wander into the basement and think In this darkness, everyone's as blind as me. He would then cry a little, cursing the darkness with three-year-old "swears". After a while, he began to learn to read rapidly, and would spend most of his days indoors, reading up on spells. At first, Garrizo encouraged this, but in the next few months, he began to get uneasy. Rezo was obsessed with healing his eyes. One day, Garrizo decided to bring Rezo to a white-magic temple, so he could learn a few things outdoors for once. Once there, Garrizo told his son to go and find a companion to help him with his search. Rezo, for the first time in ages, smiled. It was good to be out in the fresh air again.
Wandering around the temple, Rezo found a "sight" that made his heart seem to inflate ten-times larger. It was a girl about the same age as Rezo, with raven-black hair that stuck out on one side, and the typical white shrine-maiden robe. Her eyes were gold, just like most of the Greywords. She glanced up at him, and gasped. "Oh! You must be the boy the Head Priestess was talking about yesterday! I'm Eris. What's your name?" the girl said with a smile, and held out her hand. Rezo smiled back.
"Oh, I'm Rezo. Rezo Greywords." With that, the two companions enjoyed themselves wandering about the temple, scaring a few of the maidens, reading up on spells, trying to out-fib each other, and generally had a good time. But they would never have guessed what price they would have to pay for they're friendship…
Is it okay? R&R please! I'll give you Copy Rezo's staff if you do! (jinglejinglejingle) ;)