January 06 2007: Author's Nonsense: First of all: possible VP and VP: 2 spoilers. Second: Got to dedicate at least the start of this fiction to author: LortonoMiko (or Michelle). Her fiction is what got me really interested in working on the idea I had for my Lezard fiction. She's just really great at capturing the feel of the games I think. Next: I'm working on some other fictions as well right now so updates may or may not be slow in coming just because I don't want to forget about my other fans.

This I am setting after the end of VP: 2 with a few changes that will become more evident as the fiction moves along…the first of which is the fact that Lezard doesn't die.

Disclaimer: I do not own Valkyrie Profile or Valkyrie Profile 2. Alas, Lezard cough I mean VP…doesn't belong to me. All rights to the respective owner and know now that this fiction is just a fan based piece of work for fun, it is in no way meant to bring me a profit.

Chapter 1: A Madman's Dream

I still recall the first time I saw her. The lustrous silver of her long gossamer hair flowing over her strong shoulders and almost seeming to blend into the pearly white of the cottony wings that were bringing her to earth, to me. My thoughts paused for a short moment as my mind set in painful detail the beauty of my first vision of my sweet goddess. Viridian eyes a mask of brilliant judgment, emotions cruelly hidden deep beneath the nobility she so embodied. Armored in the holy colors of gold and blue she skillfully dispatched those that would dare sin against the gods. If I wasn't so assured of my power over her and her followers even I likely would have shivered in fear of her unquestionable virtue.

Though I trembled for another reason, one that came as a surprise to me as much as it had my Valkyrie. For the first time in my existence I knew what it meant to love…to lust after one exquisite creature with the entirety of by soul -however black it might be-. I would have -and have- given anything for a whisper of her presence, a scent of her voice, for the thrill that the sight of her etched into the very core of my being. I adored each venomous word with which she graced with, each slice of her sword as she did her best to harm me for my various transgressions against her and the mundane world she seemed to so enjoy.

But therein my delightful distraction became my downfall, I didn't predict that she would join herself with those other lesser gods and that worthless mortal to try to destroy me. They weakened me so much that I had nothing left but to let them believe that I had fallen while I retreated and licked my unexpected wounds.

At least among my Lenneth's list of endearing traits her lack of memory while she's enraged had worked out to my advantage. She had forgotten in her haste to destroy me that my fate no longer lies in her hands, that my spirit lies outside of the balance of time and space. The gods cannot unmake what I took away from them long ago with the aid of the philosophers stone - my cursed soul is mine alone and even Hel herself has no claim to it.

But that leaves me with what steps I need to take now, certainly I had a back up plan. Lenneth and those she works with have a nagging habit of winning at the end. So I knew that getting Lenneth back would take a little more than simply becoming a god. I've lost the Dragon Orb and Gungnir but those items aren't needed for my conquest to continue. I gave up just enough of Odin's power to that fool half-elf that he won't notice until it's too late that there is quite a bit of godly power missing from him. This takes me back to working in the shadows, if they believe they can defeat me by fighting me head on then it seems all it took was outwitting them yet again. By the time they realize that I left fragments of my power in their beloved items of power it will be far to late for them to find her again. They won the battle but they don't even realize that they are about to lose the war…

A small grin perked the edges of his lips, Lezard Valeth wouldn't be defeated as easily as the rest of the world believed…it was a matter of Soul Transference with more personal control this time, how hard could it be for him to program the body that he built for his goddess' soul this time?

He was settled back in his tower, the decrepit building he'd called home for years most would have screamed and run away from; zombie-fied monsters in various stages of decay wandered the lower halls and protected the higher floors where he'd rebuilt his laboratory. The room having been torn apart by his sweet love herself upon her last visit to it's muck-encrusted walls. The twelve enlarged glass tubes that took up most of the space of the bizarre area were already half filled with new homunculus that he had been using to test his latest ideas and theories.

Programming a homunculus wouldn't be much more difficult than how he set a monster he created through his necromancy to certain commands. The basic premise was the same and while it was a little more complicated when set on a body where he would need to transfuse a soul into it; the effort was completely worth the burning need.

He went for days with little rest and little food, so consumed by the exquisite obsession of having Lenneth be his that such mundane pursuits were far less important by the sheer pleasurable thought of her subtle milk-white skin and the anger that will flood her pine colored eyes. He shuttered in anxious thought of having her returned to him and settled himself to more animatedly continue the programming of the body that would hold his beloved…

Scene Switch

Rufus continued to watch Valkyrie, though the combined souls of the goddess's and Alicia didn't realize that he was gazing at them so intently as they spoke with Freya more seriously about what needed to happen as far as the ruler ship of the Aesir would go. Now that they'd spent the time to clean up the mess that Lezard had made he didn't really want to hold the title of 'creator'. Instead they were discussing his hopes of passing his powers onto Freya and allowing her to take rule of the heavens.

He would never get used to the dark eyes on Alicia's face, even if it was now many souls inside her body, the not so subtle change had affected him enough that he didn't like it. After all they'd been through together he wanted to be with Alicia…not the other three sharing her body, but her. He didn't even know if her soul was a separate one or not anymore…all the more reason to be bothered by the strange invitation he had received the day prior.

The simple note had told him that if he wanted to ever see Alicia separated from the rest of the Valkyrie then he would need to meet with this strange benefactor the next day. Which would be in a few hours, at the tavern in the city of Flenceburg. It all seemed a little too fishy but it also told him if he tell anyone or brought anyone else that the offer he was going to receive would be taken away before he had a chance to know what the possibility was of saving her.

He was more worried of what he could do to finally bring the true Alicia back to his side than the conversation going on around him. Finally though Freya turned to him and said that she would consider what she could do to take over or find a substitute for him now that he no longer wished to take responsibility. The insult in her tone didn't pass him by even in his distracted state but he just nodded to her absently and wandered off with the excuse that he wasn't feeling well. He wanted more to just get down to earth and find out what he could do to save Alicia. Not paying any mind the concerned looks that followed him from both goddess'.

It didn't take him long to get to the tavern in question and to ask the strange question that had been left on the paper for him to be taken to the room where he would meet the mystery man that had contacted him.

"Is there a sky so lovely or as blue as this day?"

He felt silly saying it, it was cold, damp, and starting to get dark outside. He ignored the strange looks by the few people that overheard his question to the bartender and he was told to go to the third floor and that he was suppose to go to the third door on the left. He headed away from the loud common area and moved up the steps two at a time until he reached the third floor, pausing outside the door in question.

It can't hurt to at least speak to the person about it. He convinced himself before letting himself inside and pausing in shock, unprepared for the man that sat calmly across the room from him.

"Lezard…"

"Glad to know I'm remembered." the necromancer replied smugly, motioning to one of the other chairs near where he sat. "Please come inside. Obviously I've peaked your interest."

"Why…you little bastard…" Rufus started, anger starting to replace the surprise as he drew his bow. "I'd rather murder you than speak to you about Alicia."

Lezard clicked his tongue at the man that was threatening him. "Now now, that is no way to greet your host. I said -come inside and have a seat-."

Rufus gritted his teeth against the mental suggestion but found himself slowly losing as he watched his body close the door and move to sit at the couch before he regained control of his bodily functions. His first instinct was to pull his weapon again but after the last display of power from the ever-surprising Lezard he instead eyed the necromancer with no veiled hate or rage.

"Excellent." Lezard was nearly giddy with excitement and it was just starting to show to the archer. "Now that we are speaking so nicely I want you to understand first if you didn't already realize that you never managed to destroy me."

"Yeah I see that. Get on with it." Rufus muttered gruffly.

"Secondly, you should know that I can separate the Valkyrie's and your precious mortal girl back into their own forms." he grinned darkly as he made the offer. "In return for your assistance of luring out the combined souls I will give you your love back."

"Why the hell should I trust you Lezard?" the archer spat in response, not even really thinking about the proposed deal. "You thrive from betraying people."

"Not that I will argue your point….but I know what it's like to want someone so completely that you would die, would kill, just to have a chance to hold them in your arms." Lezard said with enough conviction that it even gave the archer pause. "I don't need your help but without it I cannot assure the safety of any of the souls residing in that form except for my dear Lenneth."

"You…" Rufus couldn't even find words for the insults he wanted to throw at the powerful caster across from him. "If I don't help you are saying that you'll just let Alicia's soul erode? Most people wouldn't consider blackmail and compassion one in the same, you twisted…"

"Let's keep this as civil as possible." the necromancer interrupted, his amethyst eyes suddenly dangerous as he narrowed them on the ex-comrade in arms. "Putting my views on morality aside, do we have a deal or no?'

Rufus sighed a little…what was he suppose to do? At least if he helped and all of the Valkyrie managed to survive then they could take on the madman again. If he didn't then they would die…Alicia would die…and he would be left without much of anyone with which to combat the crazed stalker. He didn't like it and even as he said the words they seemed like poison on his lips…

"Yes you freak of nature…I'll help you…for Alicia."

End Chapter

I am hoping to get the chapters going a little longer when I do more with this fiction but for now I just wanted to get it started and get it out there. le sigh Lezard is so awesome…for well…for what he is. I am a twisted gal I guess, I have a soft spot for the psycho stalker villain types. This fiction will be turning into a Lezard/Lenneth fiction but I wanted some explanation as to how I was switching things around a bit to make him into the awesome super-genius he is. I couldn't see him taking on all those people at the end of the game without a backup plan I guess.

-Aura

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