Warning: Uh... the guy's evil. That's canon.
Disclaimers: I own all three televised Slayers anime seasons... on video. That's about the extent of my claim to the series. Oh, wait, I've got some posters too.
Project
Xelloss has never been one for idle hands.
Not that he doesn't enjoy the occasional day at the beach (the sand in kids' eyes, the sunburns, the shrieking when a sunbather's swimsuit 'mysteriously' unlaces itself and falls off, sometimes even a visit from a shark or a swarm of jellyfish), or throwing dinner parties (the green faces and mass stampedes from the stench are such compliments). A quiet afternoon with a cup of tea and some treasured books stolen from a Sorcerers' Guild library, with the uproar from the sorcerers playing in the background, is always sure to relax him.
But he tends to much prefer his side projects. Such as this one... his exercise in poetry, which will occupy him for perhaps a century and a half. Odd that this piece will take him so much longer than the play of executing the Golden Dragons, or the saga of Lina Inverse, but -- to mix metaphors -- this one is more of a bonsai than a bamboo forest.
Or maybe Xelloss just isn't much of a poet.
... nah. No one else has spotted the potential of the work yet, and Xelloss intends to keep it that way. His Mistress will be so pleased when he presents her with the final product. Granted, it'll be no wakened piece of Shabranigdo, but certainly she'll adore his efforts. After all, it won't come with servitude attached, like Rezo the Red Priest's surprise.
And all Xelloss has to do is tend his budding Blue Sage, and pop in and be distracting whenever anyone comes close to realizing how easily the chimera is following his great-grandfather's road to madness.
Zelgadis will inflict such wonderful horrors upon the world when he blooms.