It was a seemingly never-ending chase. He could seclude himself anywhere, take any host he needed. But she was relentless. He discovered early on that he could never truly triumph over her; injury far beyond what a normal humanoid could take would seem to defeat her. But months, maybe years later she would be back.
And so he was always on the move, looking for a new host or hiding place. He hardly saw the difference between the two; the occasional human host was taken as needed and often discarded just as fast. He didn't bother with names. He took as much control as he could, tried to steer them toward his goals. Their needs where taken care of only as far as was necessary; a starving body was neither a useful tool, nor a pleasant place to reside. He was aware of the sense of taste, but paid it little regard. Food was just another tool. He didn't have time to waste being picky or taking longer to eat than he needed to.
That was how he tried to approach it. But things changed one day, when he took over a man in Gralesyde. Someone- a friend of his host?- offered him one particular dish. His favorite, they said. Lambda would not simply pass on easy food. And so he ate. For the first time, he truly considered the taste. It was wonderful. He found himself eager for the next bite. It was gone all too quickly, and when he demanded another, his benefactor regarded him as though he were insane. And in spite of himself, he wanted it again. He stayed in Gralesyde far longer than he normally would have, seeking that same dish again. But Protos Heis came before he could, and he could no longer stay. That host was ultimately abandoned in Sable Izolle. Lambda never learned what became of him.
Lambda didn't know how long it was before he returned to Gralesyde. Decades, at least. But he had one goal in mind. As soon as he reached the city, he bartered away his meager possessions for the coin for that one tempting, and evidently quite expensive dish. He sat in the corner of some eatery, and no sooner had he taken the first delicious bite than the wall burst open. He was flung through the air, landing in an awkward heap. He rose to find Protos Heis, ready for battle.
Standing on his meal, grinding it into the dirt.
Lambda was no stranger to rage, yet this was much more than what he had felt in a long while. His power flowed forward, ejecting Protos Heis from the eatery. He found his meal in a sorry state. And that was when he decided how he would make her pay.
He poured his eleth into the ruined food. It twisted together, becoming one beast, impossibly tall. His mightiest nova monster, ready to destroy all who would ruin his pleasure.
The one telling this story was, technically speaking, Asbel Lhant. But he didn't carry himself like Asbel at all. He seemed distant, almost hostile. He also had two purple eyes.
The rest of his compatriots sat before the entrance to the Zhonecage, trying to process to the story.
"You made the Gentle Eel out of your lunch!?" Pascal said, finally breaking the silence.
"That is correct." was all Lambda said.
"Still though, as bizarre as that plan was, it worked." said Malik, thinking back on the desperate battle they had been engaged in mere moments before. It had taken all their strength and courage, as well as most of their gels. And they hadn't even been victorious.
"Hey, the Gentle Eel talked about his mother, right?" asked Cheria.
"I believe he did." said Hubert.
"So, was he talking about Lambda?"
The group looked back to Asbel, who was once again in control of his body.
"He says he won't answer that."
Author's note: I think this idea occurred to me a long time ago, when I first saw that the Gentle Eel had the Nova Attribute. This isn't meant to be anything but a very silly joke.