Dark Saviour – the Rylax Chronicles

By TempestXtreme

Disclaimer: I own only my own characters. Any other characters that he encounters belong to their creators – unless of course I created them.

Chapter One

The Astral Plain – a vast plain of space where spirits and other ethereal beings dwell. One section of this plain of existence, a young teen is imprisoned. He wore black jeans, black hiking boots, and a black leather jacket that went down to his knees over a plain black shirt. Two broadswords were at his side as he surveyed the area through his blue eyes.

This is so boring – nothing to do except sit here and watch…nothingness roll by. I hate my father.

Just as he sat there, thinking to himself, Rylax was suddenly tossed out of his astral prison and out onto a hard dirt road. Ouch. Why am I free? Did somebody actually defeat my father, the Demon Highlord?

He stood up and ran a hand through his short amber hair and looked around. He had no idea where he was, but at least he wasn't imprisoned anymore. But whom do I have to thank for my freedom? No normal mortal could beat my father without some kind of help.

Sighing, he made sure that nobody was watching before casting a flight spell on himself and flying into the air to take a look around. To the north there was a small town, to the east there were mountains and forests. Actually, everywhere besides north was covered in forests. To the town it is then.

He landed and started to walk northward. About halfway to the town, the sky clouded over, and Rylax glanced up, frowning. Wonderful. Rain.

He quickened his pace. The last thing he needed was to be drenched.

Why don't you just use a Teleportation spell?  the demon half of him said.

Why not? It was rare that Rylax's demon half actually helped him (he was only half demon – the other side of him was human), and it usually meant trouble. What are you planning?

You don't trust me?

No.

I don't want to get wet either. Besides…it'll be fun to scare the locals.

What? No killing?

That would be fun too…

…I don't kill unless it's necessary. You know that.

You're such a boring person.

Rylax decided not to continue the conversation and merely cast the Teleportation spell, landing in the town square.

The locals stared at him for a second before scattering.

Hehehehe…

You shut up.

You really should learn to have fun.

Scaring people to death isn't my idea of 'fun'.

A pity.

Argh! Just be quiet, OK?!

Rylax sighed and looked around. While the people had scattered at his sudden appearance, something told him that it wasn't him that they were afraid of…

You might want to look behind you.

Huh?

Rylax turned and took a step back in shock. Oh great…one of my father's minions. Just great. "Hello, Ranklar."

The blood-soaked, three-headed demon skeleton glared down at Rylax. "You are free."

No shit. You want to try the next question, oh bony one?

"Shut up, Ilandros," Ranklar growled. "You are a traitor to us."

Why? Because I am a part of a human? Ilandros asked. It's better than what you are.

"I am a true demon!" Ranklar growled, raising his dragon-bone blades in anger. "I'll destroy you right now!"

I think not.

Rylax drew his two broadswords – which were actually both two-handed and heavy, but he was far stronger than any normal human and could carry both with ease – and stood in front of the demon.

"Let's do this."

As Ranklar swung his blades down towards Rylax, the teenager leapt over the demon's head, twisted in mid-air and landed behind Ranklar perfectly. By the time Ranklar had turned around, Rylax had already severed his arm off at the shoulder and cut deep into Ranklar's dragon-bone armour. Ranklar laughed as he regenerated the arm and simply backhanded the youth, sending him back. Rylax laughed.

"Is that the best you can do?" he mocked. He raised his swords and ran back at Ranklar and then seemingly past him.

Time stopped for a moment, and then…

"Damn you, Rylax."

…Ranklar literally fell to pieces.

"Too easy." Rylax smirked and sheathed his swords. "Didn't even havta call on you powers, Ilandros."

Don't rub it in. Ilandros said. You are strong, but you will have to call on me again one day.

Yeah well, that ain't gonna happen anytime soon.

Ilandros fell silent as the people swarmed out of their homes to gape at Rylax. He hardly paid them any attention as he went to the inn and booked a room for the night.

Where are we, anyway?

The Slayers Universe.

Great…

*-*-*-*-*

Lina fireballed another bandit as she stalked through the forest in search of a town with an inn – she had been stuck in this gods forsaken forest for two days now, and she was getting really tired of having to blast bandits all day long.

Thankfully, she found a town and an inn. She booked a room for the night, too tired to hear what the innkeeper was saying as she trudged up the stairs, opened the door and threw herself down onto the bed…

…And the person occupying the bed.

"ACK! FIREBALL!"

"WHOA! FIREBALL!"

The two attacks met, and the explosion that followed vaporised the inn.

*-*-*-*-*

Rylax glared at the young woman sitting across the cell from him. She had gotten them both arrested when she had climbed into bed – his bed – and then sent out a fireball at the exact same time that he had. The force of the explosion levelled the inn, and the local law enforcers had arrested them both on the spot. What did she say her name was? Lina Inverse? Yeah, that was it.

That little bitch got us arrested.

Shut up. I'm too tired to listen to your bullshit.

But…

I said SHUT UP!!

Silence. Good.

*-*-*-*

Lina could tell that the teen was glaring at her. It wasn't her fault that the innkeeper failed to warn her that she was going to have to share the room! Besides, it was his fault for throwing that fireball at me.

She glared back at him. "What are you staring at?" she snapped.

An irritating little…

I thought I told you to shut up.  "Nothing." Rylax sighed and sat down on the floor, his back against the wall. "Nothin' at all."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, not really liking each other. Finally, Rylax spoke up.

"Why'd you throw a fireball at me?"

"Reflex."

"Damned good reflexes. Powerful magick too – you a sorceress?"

"Yes."

"That explains it then. Why not just bust out of here?"

"What?"

"Never mind, I'll get us out."

Rylax stood up and raised a hand towards the bars. "Lessee if I got this right…" he said. "Source of all power! Wind which blows to the East! Flare Arrow!"

He launched a dozen Flare Arrows at the bars, melting them like butter. He walked out and KO'd the guard, not wanting to kill unnecessarily, and got his swords. He turned to Lina and saluted.

"See ya." With that, he ran off into the night.