Forbidden
A Slayers Fanfiction by Lady Beastmaster.
A look at the life of the Monster race after Slayers Next.
This work does not strictly adhere to the Slayers storyline and is based on speculation with a sprinkling of imagination.
Chapter 1
A look inside the mind of Zelas-Metallium
"Forbidden… It is…Forbidden… To show compassion to them…"
And yet, she had.
Zelas-Metallium idly recounted days long gone, sitting outside watching the day dawn on Wolfpack Island as she awaited news on Hellmaster Phibrizzo's plan. Even without having received any news, The Greater Beast was able to determine one thing. But the very fact the world continued its very existence. Hellmaster's plan had not succeeded, or was yet to come to be. Either way, everything should have been dealt with by now. Those incompetent messengers she'd sent whom failed to return before she'd become impatient would be made an example of if they dared return. Likewise, if they were too cowardly to return they would be punished. Their fate was sealed.
Yes, the Dark Lord was desperate for news. Yet rather than look like she was pining over this, she helped herself to another glass of wine offered to her by one of her Minions. Taking a sip and looking down into the dark liquid she spoke softly to only a reflection of her glowing eyes.
"What is going on out there?" The reflection shimmered and faded in response, yet her eyes glowed more intensely with anger. "Damn it all! Answer me!" She spat at the glass, then cocking her head to one side waiting to hear something. The following three minutes of silence only reassured her hopefully incorrect instincts.
Zelas knew she could rely on one thing, which eased her temper enough to raise the wine glass to her lips and take in the liquid. Such a human habit she had acquired.
Once again, she didn't want her current mood to show through to her underlings… The cause of it was a secret of hers. A secret she'd share with only one other being, if and when the time was right. Finishing her wine, Zelas' slender tanned form tossed the one glass aside where it was promptly caught by one of her underlings, as she turned her back on the brightening day to enter her home. A change of location would mean she could do her fretting without being disturbed. Unless that disturbance was news of course, she would not forgive anyone.
As she barked commands ensuring that her bath would be prepared perfectly and that she would not be disturbed, once again Zelas found herself considering her own reasoning behind a craving of small physical creature comforts. Good Food, drink, companionship, her keenness for that which was sensual.
Upon shooing her underlings, Mazoku and Wolves alike from her chambers, Zelas shed her white dress and considered how idealistic her human form was. Everything was the right size and shape, in the right place… just how a human should want to perceive her. Out of the entire race, Zelas' imitation of a human body was the most accurate and she was aware and proud of this. Brushing through her hair a few times, Zelas picked a cherry out of a nearby bowl and bit into it thoughtfully as she slipped herself into her luxurious bath.
Picking up one of five ready poured glasses of wine from her bath side, Zelas mind lapsed back to concentrating on the problem at hand. Concluding that wolf messengers were better than Mazoku ones, as she reached over for a sponge. That sponge turned out to be a wolf tail. Zelas was not amused at pulling the wolf into the bath with her. The seemingly slight woman picked up the creature and hurled it out of the window with ease, settling back down not even breaking a sweat. Waving her hand, her bowl of cherries joined the wine glasses at the bath side.
She sighed and sunk into her bath to her chin. Something was up… It had to be. But these little frets we very un-mazoku-like, the Dark Lord mentally scolded herself. Not that she could do anything to change that. This was the path she had chosen all those centuries ago.
The silver haired Lady's thoughts flitted to her siblings. There was Phibrizzo, who by careful means of her own little agenda, should not exist by now. There was Chaos Dragon Gaav… who had been 'cursed' with a human rebirth, also news of Gaav's destruction had reached Zelas. Zelas couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Should Gaav had come out victorious from his encounter with Phibrizzo, life would have been far more amusing to say the least.
That left the other two Dark Lords, Dynast, cold hearted, lonesome and boring in the North, and Deep Sea Dolphin, insane and completely alone in the Demons Seas to the west of Zelas' domain. She didn't like Deep Sea Dolphin much come to think of it. Her very existence was enough to bore into Zelas. She didn't have to do anything in particular.
Unlike them, Zelas found amusement and pleasure in the human world. That was the difference between her and them. And that was why she acted this way.
Choosing this path must have been a mistake. As much a she loved things to go perfectly to her agenda, there was nothing more she liked than a gamble that could greatly improve the situation. This was still undecided on whether or not it was for better or for worse. But then, if she hadn't made her choices, she'd be like the others. Destroyed? Insane? Bored? They didn't appeal much the Greater Beast's tastes.
Zelas thought back to her decision. All it takes is one human. What ever had possessed her Mazoku mind to do that? To act in such a foolish manner… Why, perhaps she had been drunk. Wasn't that before the days of the drinking Zelas? She shook her head and climbed out of the cooling bath, wrapping a towel around her form, as a human would.
Draping herself over the window and looking out at sunny Wolfpack Island, silver hair shining more golden in the light, Zelas sighed quietly to herself. It was now mid-morning and still no news. She had instincts telling her to disregard any instincts that gave her the impression of no news being bad news.
The silver haired woman stayed where she was just looking out with piercing eyes as the tropical sunlight dried her from the bath. She'd better hear something soon, or there would be trouble. For all parties involved.
