Chapter 1
~Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers or any of the characters. If I did I wouldn't be writing fics about it. Slayers is owned by extremely lucky and wealthy people, not me, so don't sue. If, for some reason, you decide to flame me, the flames will be used on marshmallows for Phibby's s'mores. Phibby: ^o^ yay!! Either way, on with the fic!!
"Humans and Ryuuzoku both are clumsy, weak creatures who let their emotions get in the way. We will rise above that. As Mazoku, we are stronger. Your emotions will become obsolete. Life is a play and we are actors in it. Your part mustn't be flawed in any way, shape, or form. Play out your part correctly, and glory and success are yours. Failure is unacceptable. Never forget that. Ever."
The Dynast leaned back in his throne and sighed. Those were the exact words spoken by Lord Ruby-Eye after he had given his five dark generals their titles. After all those millennia, he remembered it still, clear as crystal. Every detail was etched into his memory. They had done everything correctly. Or had they? Lord Ruby-Eye's plan was meticulously followed, each step carefully carried out, but they had inarguably failed.
Hellmaster's death was only one piece of evidence. Gaav had turned against the monster race. Phibrizzo decided that he'd be better off dead. The Hellmaster was the kind of person that didn't take care of his own problems personally if he didn't have to. So he borrowed the Lesser Beast, Xelloss to do the dirty work. That went smoothly, until Lina Inverse cast the Giga Slave correctly. Phibrizzo didn't stand a chance against the Golden Lord.
While that had been happening, Grausherra had been quietly taking over the Dilss kingdom in the North. That had also been going smoothly. Then that Swordsman of Light, Gourry Gabriev, killed his General, Sherra. Naturally, Dynast had then stepped forward, and that sorceress had nearly killed him. Nearly. He had retreated into the Astral Plane, but it had taken a couple of days for him to even consider taking on his physical form again.
He had been that badly wounded. His two priests, Grau and Grou, had helped him, and they quickly went about to cast the spell that would resurrect Sherra, but L-sama evidently had other plans, because Sherra's soul had already been reborn into another body. The lack of a Hellmaster had made it a living nightmare to track down her soul. In fact, it was nearly impossible. It had taken five years of searching to find her. They had found her, though, way south of the desert of destruction, in the Outer World. Her memories as a Mazoku sealed away, she had no idea who she really was.
It took them so long to figure out how to find her. The answer was obvious, and Grausherra had literally beaten his head against the wall when it dawned on him. Dolgoufa. What else would be able to track her down but her own sword? One that is notorious for turning souls to darkness, no less. Dolgoufa knew her aura better than anyone; it was around her waist practically her whole life. The sword took its sweet time to find her though, nearly a week, but when it did there was no mistaking it. Of course, when she was discovered, she was only about five years old. They would have to wait for her to mature. Ten years, and he could reclaim what was (and technically still is) his.
Ten years...
((Mwa! I'm stopping here!! Please R&R, minna-san!! ^_^))
~Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers or any of the characters. If I did I wouldn't be writing fics about it. Slayers is owned by extremely lucky and wealthy people, not me, so don't sue. If, for some reason, you decide to flame me, the flames will be used on marshmallows for Phibby's s'mores. Phibby: ^o^ yay!! Either way, on with the fic!!
"Humans and Ryuuzoku both are clumsy, weak creatures who let their emotions get in the way. We will rise above that. As Mazoku, we are stronger. Your emotions will become obsolete. Life is a play and we are actors in it. Your part mustn't be flawed in any way, shape, or form. Play out your part correctly, and glory and success are yours. Failure is unacceptable. Never forget that. Ever."
The Dynast leaned back in his throne and sighed. Those were the exact words spoken by Lord Ruby-Eye after he had given his five dark generals their titles. After all those millennia, he remembered it still, clear as crystal. Every detail was etched into his memory. They had done everything correctly. Or had they? Lord Ruby-Eye's plan was meticulously followed, each step carefully carried out, but they had inarguably failed.
Hellmaster's death was only one piece of evidence. Gaav had turned against the monster race. Phibrizzo decided that he'd be better off dead. The Hellmaster was the kind of person that didn't take care of his own problems personally if he didn't have to. So he borrowed the Lesser Beast, Xelloss to do the dirty work. That went smoothly, until Lina Inverse cast the Giga Slave correctly. Phibrizzo didn't stand a chance against the Golden Lord.
While that had been happening, Grausherra had been quietly taking over the Dilss kingdom in the North. That had also been going smoothly. Then that Swordsman of Light, Gourry Gabriev, killed his General, Sherra. Naturally, Dynast had then stepped forward, and that sorceress had nearly killed him. Nearly. He had retreated into the Astral Plane, but it had taken a couple of days for him to even consider taking on his physical form again.
He had been that badly wounded. His two priests, Grau and Grou, had helped him, and they quickly went about to cast the spell that would resurrect Sherra, but L-sama evidently had other plans, because Sherra's soul had already been reborn into another body. The lack of a Hellmaster had made it a living nightmare to track down her soul. In fact, it was nearly impossible. It had taken five years of searching to find her. They had found her, though, way south of the desert of destruction, in the Outer World. Her memories as a Mazoku sealed away, she had no idea who she really was.
It took them so long to figure out how to find her. The answer was obvious, and Grausherra had literally beaten his head against the wall when it dawned on him. Dolgoufa. What else would be able to track her down but her own sword? One that is notorious for turning souls to darkness, no less. Dolgoufa knew her aura better than anyone; it was around her waist practically her whole life. The sword took its sweet time to find her though, nearly a week, but when it did there was no mistaking it. Of course, when she was discovered, she was only about five years old. They would have to wait for her to mature. Ten years, and he could reclaim what was (and technically still is) his.
Ten years...
((Mwa! I'm stopping here!! Please R&R, minna-san!! ^_^))