Disclaimer~ I don't own Slayers or any of its characters, nor am I claiming
to. :)
Author's notes: I'm telling you now, there is mild Valgarv swearing in this. If you don't like profanity, then don't read!
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Sherra was in an unusually good mood this morning. She had gotten up, bathed, and dressed earlier than usual. Too early for Dolgoufa's taste, who was moodily hooked to her belt, but that was too bad. She was walking quite contentedly to her master's bedchambers. He should be awake by now. It had been a sleeping night for both of them. Mazoku don't need sleep every night. Lord Dynast always got up early. Sherra could sense Grau and Norst in the citadel. They were both in the library. She reached his door and rapped on it twice.
When there was no reply, she opened the door and peeked inside. "Dynast- sama....?" Sherra stopped short at the scene that lay before her. There was dead quiet for several seconds before a loud yell sounded throughout the citadel and telepathic messages were blasted to the other general and priest.
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Xelloss was sitting on the foot of the bed in his master's bedchambers, staring at what he supposed was his master. When he had gone in to wake her up, he was greeted by a small, very frightened child. Its astral signature was that of Lord Beastmaster, but she didn't know who he was. He'd been in her service for several millennia, her sole servant, and she had the nerve to forget him?! Well, now that she was dressed and fed, Xelloss could think. His master was a small child, maybe two, and had no recollection whatsoever of ANYTHING.
She was still mazoku, but all she could do is feed. No teleportation, no telepathy, no monster form, certainly no beast form, no attack abilities, no nothing. Her powers had evidently been sealed along with her memories, but by whom? Well, that narrowed the suspect list quite a bit. Only beings stronger than Lord Beastmaster can seal her powers away. That left only the other Dark Lords, the Dragon Kings, Lord Ruby-eye, Ceipheed, or L- sama. That made...11 suspects. There was only one thing left to do: go to the bases of the other four dark lords and see if similar things had happened to them. If it had, then they obviously weren't the ones who did it.
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Valgarv was NOT in a good mood. He woke up this morning only to find out from Raltark and Rashart that Lord Garv had been turned into a...a...toddler! "What the bloody hell is going on?? Of course, those two won't get off their sorry asses and do something!" he roared.
Valgarv had been left with the duty of "babysitting." If this particular baby hadn't been Lord Garv, he may have taken the term "babysitting" at face value. Little Garv, who was actually kind of cute, a welcome change from his horrifyingly hideous adult form, was sitting a few feet away from the angst-driven Valgarv. He was playing with wooden blocks, making little towers and knocking them down over and over again.
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Poor, poor Sunfish. He was a priest-in-training at Deep Sea Dolphin's stronghold. Most would have to admit that he'd make a better interior decorator, but too bad. Lord Dolphin had bounced down the halls of the undersea palace at about 4 A.M. in a form of about age two, breaking everything in sight. It had taken Charybdis and Scylla, the High Priestess and Commanding General, nearly two hours to catch the rampant Lord Dolphin. Much to Sunfish's dismay, HE had been put in charge of Lord Dolphin for a few minutes while Scylla and Charybdis scryed for the perpetrator. As soon as the priestess and general left, Lord Dolphin had announced that she was teething and had latched onto Sunfish's leg. This was going to be a long, long morning.
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Even Hellmaster had changed forms. He was now a small child of about age three rather than nine. Kurai, his General and Kagami, his priestess were -quite- surprised when they found him. Of course, they were used to his childish antics. They had given him cookies and he was slowly and happily eating all 5786 of them. It would keep him quiet in one corner of the room while they found out who was going to die a most horrible death for doing such a heinous act toward their master. After all, the most fun part of being a mazoku is the killing, particularly when you assist in the management of Hell.
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That's it for the prologue. This idea is still in its very early stages, so it'll most likely be coming along more slowly than I would like. Either way, now that you've read, please review it!!
Author's notes: I'm telling you now, there is mild Valgarv swearing in this. If you don't like profanity, then don't read!
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Sherra was in an unusually good mood this morning. She had gotten up, bathed, and dressed earlier than usual. Too early for Dolgoufa's taste, who was moodily hooked to her belt, but that was too bad. She was walking quite contentedly to her master's bedchambers. He should be awake by now. It had been a sleeping night for both of them. Mazoku don't need sleep every night. Lord Dynast always got up early. Sherra could sense Grau and Norst in the citadel. They were both in the library. She reached his door and rapped on it twice.
When there was no reply, she opened the door and peeked inside. "Dynast- sama....?" Sherra stopped short at the scene that lay before her. There was dead quiet for several seconds before a loud yell sounded throughout the citadel and telepathic messages were blasted to the other general and priest.
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Xelloss was sitting on the foot of the bed in his master's bedchambers, staring at what he supposed was his master. When he had gone in to wake her up, he was greeted by a small, very frightened child. Its astral signature was that of Lord Beastmaster, but she didn't know who he was. He'd been in her service for several millennia, her sole servant, and she had the nerve to forget him?! Well, now that she was dressed and fed, Xelloss could think. His master was a small child, maybe two, and had no recollection whatsoever of ANYTHING.
She was still mazoku, but all she could do is feed. No teleportation, no telepathy, no monster form, certainly no beast form, no attack abilities, no nothing. Her powers had evidently been sealed along with her memories, but by whom? Well, that narrowed the suspect list quite a bit. Only beings stronger than Lord Beastmaster can seal her powers away. That left only the other Dark Lords, the Dragon Kings, Lord Ruby-eye, Ceipheed, or L- sama. That made...11 suspects. There was only one thing left to do: go to the bases of the other four dark lords and see if similar things had happened to them. If it had, then they obviously weren't the ones who did it.
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Valgarv was NOT in a good mood. He woke up this morning only to find out from Raltark and Rashart that Lord Garv had been turned into a...a...toddler! "What the bloody hell is going on?? Of course, those two won't get off their sorry asses and do something!" he roared.
Valgarv had been left with the duty of "babysitting." If this particular baby hadn't been Lord Garv, he may have taken the term "babysitting" at face value. Little Garv, who was actually kind of cute, a welcome change from his horrifyingly hideous adult form, was sitting a few feet away from the angst-driven Valgarv. He was playing with wooden blocks, making little towers and knocking them down over and over again.
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Poor, poor Sunfish. He was a priest-in-training at Deep Sea Dolphin's stronghold. Most would have to admit that he'd make a better interior decorator, but too bad. Lord Dolphin had bounced down the halls of the undersea palace at about 4 A.M. in a form of about age two, breaking everything in sight. It had taken Charybdis and Scylla, the High Priestess and Commanding General, nearly two hours to catch the rampant Lord Dolphin. Much to Sunfish's dismay, HE had been put in charge of Lord Dolphin for a few minutes while Scylla and Charybdis scryed for the perpetrator. As soon as the priestess and general left, Lord Dolphin had announced that she was teething and had latched onto Sunfish's leg. This was going to be a long, long morning.
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Even Hellmaster had changed forms. He was now a small child of about age three rather than nine. Kurai, his General and Kagami, his priestess were -quite- surprised when they found him. Of course, they were used to his childish antics. They had given him cookies and he was slowly and happily eating all 5786 of them. It would keep him quiet in one corner of the room while they found out who was going to die a most horrible death for doing such a heinous act toward their master. After all, the most fun part of being a mazoku is the killing, particularly when you assist in the management of Hell.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
That's it for the prologue. This idea is still in its very early stages, so it'll most likely be coming along more slowly than I would like. Either way, now that you've read, please review it!!