Chapter 1
TEL ME WHAT YOU THINK OR I MAY JUST FORGET ABOUT THIS STORY
For all those who wanted to know Sierra's story, well let's just say that it similar to all those other stories about Dilandau falling in love with one of his Slayers, but like all of those stories, it has it's own twist. And I feel sad about the twist I'm putting in this one, but I guess things like that make a story original, enjoy.
Oh and just so yall know Dilandau did have his powers with Ray he just never used them, never thought he needed to kind of thing (he found ne threat that needed them to be dealt with). I know that the series and the movie are very different but I like to take the best aspects from each of them and merge them together to create, so that is what I do.
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Dilandau and Folken stood in the dark General's throne room, waiting.
Dilandau was still slightly unsure as to what they were waiting for. All he really knew was that he was supposed to take charge of Ziabach's best assassin who had became too wild for the empire.
He was needed to instill disapline and obedience into this deadly creature. He was the final and last resort for all others who has attempted to bring order to this beast had been killed, and he loved it.
The assassin was to be one of his Dragon Slayers and learn the art, his art, of open war. And perhaps, it was suggested, that Ziabach's youngest General may learn something in return.
Dilandau snorted out loud, what could he possible learn that he didn't already know, or didn't need to know from some savage, out of control, temperamental assassin.
Dilandau was to win the game of strength and heartlessness with this ruthless killer at all costs, though he himself doubted that he would need to show all of tricks to this childish weakling.
The heavy black doors swung open with a bang and the sound of a struggle distracted Dilandau from his thoughts.
Four men entered the chamber leading a blindfolded, woman who's hands were bound behind her back.
Yet she still seemed to know where each man stood and would spontaneously kick her foot out to trip them up.
"This is not an assassin Folken! This is a mere girl." Dilandau spat in disgust, his eyes ablaze as he glared at the taller man.
Ebony hair was thrown astray as her delicate neck twisted to she was facing in his general direction. She smirked, showing them abnormally pointed fangs.
"Not a girl Dilandau, a creature of darkness if I do say so myself." Folken corrected smartly. "This would be a Shira."
"No that's impossible, those demon women died out a long time ago." Dilandau contradicted not daring to believe it.
"On the contrary Dilandau, a small band of them are still alive in the mountains. And we managed to capture this on when she was still young, but all legends still stand strong, even with one raised by human hands."
"That's because human hands smell like shit. But you, Draconian, oh no you smell far worse, like some dead dragon which had been baked by the sun for several days while being eaten by maggots and roaches." She growled slowly from where she struggled to stand upright. During her little retaliation though one of the men managed a well aimed hit to the back of her knee, forcing her down.
Dilandau smirked, "Yes I see that the legends do stand, even if they are understatements." Dilandau looked over at his superior, in rank only, "But, if I do say so myself, they seem to hate Draconians even more then in myth." He explained quickly before turning back to the young woman.
"Humans aren't much better off. But you aren't human are you? Not entirely anyway." She snapped lunging off of the ground suddenly and managing to get a few feet before the men got her back under control.
"No I admit that I am not, but I am your commander." Dilandau growled right back, suddenly not amused by her vindictive attitude.
"Bullshit!" She screamed, "I could kill you so easily."
Dilandau decided that now was time for her first lesson. He waved his hand signaling for the men to loosen their grip and let her be.
She felt the chains slacken and again surged forward. She only made if half a dozen feet towards her target before she was thrown back by an incredible force. She hit the opposite wall with a sickening crack.
Never before had she felt such a force and still it weighed down on her chest, pinning her to the floor and restricting her breath and preventing her from standing.
Still blinded by the cloth over her demon blessed eyes, she was only able to rely on her sense of hearing and smell to tell her what was going on as she kicked her feet trying to get them under her.
He was coming closer, his footsteps slowly growing louder as he tormented her with the show of his power over her.
She stopped struggling as a rough calloused hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her up slightly, while the other hand tore off the blindfold as well as a few long black hairs.
Dilandau threw her back down just as suddenly.
The myth of a Shira's eyes had always amused him but he didn't think that they would be so enticing. And her features, she was more beautiful then a blood massacre to Dilandau, and it tormented him. Any man would give into the agonizing need to touch such a dangerous creature, and it even tore at the General himself.
'But I am more then any man.' Dilandau thought viciously as he forced back all desirable temptations and emotions for such a deadly being. If he had not known what she was he would have ravaged her right there and he knew it. But he wasn't willing to test anymore of the myths surrounding these demonic angels, except for the one about a Shira's loyalty.
And what loyalty theirs could be. To win a Shira to your side almost guaranteed that death would be kept at bay until she died, or was no longer loyal to you, which ever came first. She would heal you and defend you against any enemy.
Her black eyes laughed at Dilandau's internal turmoil.
"Leave us." Dilandau snapped over his shoulder.
"Dilandau." Folken warned.
"LEAVE!" The young albino yelled.
The four men rushed out of the exit while Folken left a little more slowly and calmly, closing the door behind him.
Dilandau with drew the pressure on his new captive and allowed her to stand.
"What is your name woman?" Dilandau demanded, his eyes dancing with a wave of insanity, daring her to defy him.
"Sierra." Came the simple reply, she obviously decided to play it safe, at least for the moment.
"Well Sierra, you may think that no man can resist nor hurt you once they've captured by those damn eyes of yours. And your right." Dilandau looked down in defeat as the she demon smiled triumphantly. Suddenly in a blur of motion he backhanded with all of the strength and energy he could muster at the moment, sending her down to the ground again. He knelt beside her and grasped her chin, "But like you yourself said I am no ordinary man, and you will obey me. I do not ask for you legendary loyalty, but I do demand your obedience." He stood and looked down into those dark eyes. "And I will have it." He finished with a kick to her skull rendering her unconscious.
TEL ME WHAT YOU THINK OR I MAY JUST FORGET ABOUT THIS STORY
For all those who wanted to know Sierra's story, well let's just say that it similar to all those other stories about Dilandau falling in love with one of his Slayers, but like all of those stories, it has it's own twist. And I feel sad about the twist I'm putting in this one, but I guess things like that make a story original, enjoy.
Oh and just so yall know Dilandau did have his powers with Ray he just never used them, never thought he needed to kind of thing (he found ne threat that needed them to be dealt with). I know that the series and the movie are very different but I like to take the best aspects from each of them and merge them together to create, so that is what I do.
~*~
Dilandau and Folken stood in the dark General's throne room, waiting.
Dilandau was still slightly unsure as to what they were waiting for. All he really knew was that he was supposed to take charge of Ziabach's best assassin who had became too wild for the empire.
He was needed to instill disapline and obedience into this deadly creature. He was the final and last resort for all others who has attempted to bring order to this beast had been killed, and he loved it.
The assassin was to be one of his Dragon Slayers and learn the art, his art, of open war. And perhaps, it was suggested, that Ziabach's youngest General may learn something in return.
Dilandau snorted out loud, what could he possible learn that he didn't already know, or didn't need to know from some savage, out of control, temperamental assassin.
Dilandau was to win the game of strength and heartlessness with this ruthless killer at all costs, though he himself doubted that he would need to show all of tricks to this childish weakling.
The heavy black doors swung open with a bang and the sound of a struggle distracted Dilandau from his thoughts.
Four men entered the chamber leading a blindfolded, woman who's hands were bound behind her back.
Yet she still seemed to know where each man stood and would spontaneously kick her foot out to trip them up.
"This is not an assassin Folken! This is a mere girl." Dilandau spat in disgust, his eyes ablaze as he glared at the taller man.
Ebony hair was thrown astray as her delicate neck twisted to she was facing in his general direction. She smirked, showing them abnormally pointed fangs.
"Not a girl Dilandau, a creature of darkness if I do say so myself." Folken corrected smartly. "This would be a Shira."
"No that's impossible, those demon women died out a long time ago." Dilandau contradicted not daring to believe it.
"On the contrary Dilandau, a small band of them are still alive in the mountains. And we managed to capture this on when she was still young, but all legends still stand strong, even with one raised by human hands."
"That's because human hands smell like shit. But you, Draconian, oh no you smell far worse, like some dead dragon which had been baked by the sun for several days while being eaten by maggots and roaches." She growled slowly from where she struggled to stand upright. During her little retaliation though one of the men managed a well aimed hit to the back of her knee, forcing her down.
Dilandau smirked, "Yes I see that the legends do stand, even if they are understatements." Dilandau looked over at his superior, in rank only, "But, if I do say so myself, they seem to hate Draconians even more then in myth." He explained quickly before turning back to the young woman.
"Humans aren't much better off. But you aren't human are you? Not entirely anyway." She snapped lunging off of the ground suddenly and managing to get a few feet before the men got her back under control.
"No I admit that I am not, but I am your commander." Dilandau growled right back, suddenly not amused by her vindictive attitude.
"Bullshit!" She screamed, "I could kill you so easily."
Dilandau decided that now was time for her first lesson. He waved his hand signaling for the men to loosen their grip and let her be.
She felt the chains slacken and again surged forward. She only made if half a dozen feet towards her target before she was thrown back by an incredible force. She hit the opposite wall with a sickening crack.
Never before had she felt such a force and still it weighed down on her chest, pinning her to the floor and restricting her breath and preventing her from standing.
Still blinded by the cloth over her demon blessed eyes, she was only able to rely on her sense of hearing and smell to tell her what was going on as she kicked her feet trying to get them under her.
He was coming closer, his footsteps slowly growing louder as he tormented her with the show of his power over her.
She stopped struggling as a rough calloused hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her up slightly, while the other hand tore off the blindfold as well as a few long black hairs.
Dilandau threw her back down just as suddenly.
The myth of a Shira's eyes had always amused him but he didn't think that they would be so enticing. And her features, she was more beautiful then a blood massacre to Dilandau, and it tormented him. Any man would give into the agonizing need to touch such a dangerous creature, and it even tore at the General himself.
'But I am more then any man.' Dilandau thought viciously as he forced back all desirable temptations and emotions for such a deadly being. If he had not known what she was he would have ravaged her right there and he knew it. But he wasn't willing to test anymore of the myths surrounding these demonic angels, except for the one about a Shira's loyalty.
And what loyalty theirs could be. To win a Shira to your side almost guaranteed that death would be kept at bay until she died, or was no longer loyal to you, which ever came first. She would heal you and defend you against any enemy.
Her black eyes laughed at Dilandau's internal turmoil.
"Leave us." Dilandau snapped over his shoulder.
"Dilandau." Folken warned.
"LEAVE!" The young albino yelled.
The four men rushed out of the exit while Folken left a little more slowly and calmly, closing the door behind him.
Dilandau with drew the pressure on his new captive and allowed her to stand.
"What is your name woman?" Dilandau demanded, his eyes dancing with a wave of insanity, daring her to defy him.
"Sierra." Came the simple reply, she obviously decided to play it safe, at least for the moment.
"Well Sierra, you may think that no man can resist nor hurt you once they've captured by those damn eyes of yours. And your right." Dilandau looked down in defeat as the she demon smiled triumphantly. Suddenly in a blur of motion he backhanded with all of the strength and energy he could muster at the moment, sending her down to the ground again. He knelt beside her and grasped her chin, "But like you yourself said I am no ordinary man, and you will obey me. I do not ask for you legendary loyalty, but I do demand your obedience." He stood and looked down into those dark eyes. "And I will have it." He finished with a kick to her skull rendering her unconscious.