Hey! Well i decided to write something like this because I think Zelos' past is really interesting and it pretty much what moulds his character. I love his character. I think i'm IN love with him. But yeah i love the others also...well not all of them. Colette though i love her does my nut in. And Regal...I'm uncertain...

But with Zelos it's love.

So.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own TOS. Namco do. If i did would i be writting fan fiction? No. I'd be working on the sequel. WHICH BETTER BE GOOD!


Prelude

No One

Zelos Wilder lay sleeping in his cot curled into a ball, barely three months old he lay helpless dreaming of the things that babies do. Their mother and father. A hopeful dream of what could have been.

In the room below his Myleene Wilder stood looking out the window nervously. Her blonde hair was dishevelled and her face blotchy from the dried tears. She had sent Sebastian away early for the night. Anger and pain were gripping her like a vice. She had given up her life for the stupid chosen.

She had given up everything for him and he was away, away with another woman. He paid for them and she knew it. She'd been speaking with her friend Hannah who had seen him coming from the brothel near Altamira not long ago. He was paying for it!

Myleene had split with Renaldo because of the oracle. Because she needed to help him produce a damned heir! Her son lay sleeping unaware of the inner torment his spawning was causing his mother and she felt for the first time since she had given birth to him resentment and anger.

What wouldn't she give to smother the child where he slept and be done with it? They'd surely execute her. Maybe it was worth it.

"Myleene?" Came a deep voice from the door, Myleene didn't turn around she knew who was standing there. Her hands balled into fists and her heart rate steadily increased.

"Hello Xanthos." She said stiffly her grey eyes lingering on the window, "Sneaking in through the back again are we?"

Myleene turned her grey eyes blazing, she saw Xanthos take in her appearance. An appearance hardly befitting of a noble. Her night dress low cut and her hair down.

"Expecting someone else Myleene?" He spat at her, "Was Renaldo visiting tonight?"

Myleene shook her head, "I haven't seen him since I married you." She closed the space between them so she was looking up at his handsome face from his chest. The height difference was almost startling. She was a small person, but he was a tall man, "Where have you been darling?"

"I had a meeting with the pope." He said darkly, "You knew that."

"No." Myleene said turning from him, "I didn't. I thought you might be squandering our money away on sex-"

"What exactly are you implying Myleene?" He spat grabbing her and spinning her to face him. His dark eyes met her gentle ones and a dangerous gleam caused her great alarm.

"You might as well kill me now Xanthos." She scoffed, "You have an heir-"

"What were you implying?!"

"You know what I was implying." Myleene said simply the look in his eyes couldn't scare her anymore. She'd seen it so many times since they had been joined in marriage. She'd lost the will to fight back. She'd lost the will to live. Not even for Zelos.

Xanthos threw her into the fireplace and she cracked her head on the edge. She let out a shriek of agony as she lay on the drawing room floor.

Above them Zelos woke up crying his eyes out. Screaming loudly.

"What is it that you cannot grasp?" Xanthos Wilder hissed crouching down beside his wife, his dark eyes lingering on her bloodstained hair and he shook his head in pity, "I don't love you. I need to be satisfied and you don't satisfy me!" He lowered his voice even lower, "And that little shit screaming at the top of his lounges? I couldn't care less if he died tomorrow. He's no more my son than you are my wife."

"I hate you." Myleene whispered through gritted teeth, "I HATE YOU!" She screamed in his face forcing herself to her feet as he stood up and she lunged at him hitting him hard against the chest tears spilling out of her eyes. The pain on her head was nothing compared to the torment she was feeling on the outside.

The Chosen's red hair was flying as he grabbed her arms and held her there staring her down anger showing on every single one of his features.

"You were born for the sole purpose of serving me." He hissed tightening his grip on her forearms, she tried to struggle in his grip but he was holding on too tightly.

"Let me go."

"You were born to produce the next chosen, you were bred like a dog." His face was inches from hers, she could smell the whiskey on his breath, tears started to form again.

"Let me go now."

"Your son. Has no father. You have condemned the child. That thing in the cot shall be the next chosen." The words were coming out in a drunken slur.

"GET OFF ME!" She screamed pushing him off with a force she didn't think she was capable of.

Zelos' cries could be heard from the borders of the noble district.

Xanthos flew backward hitting off of the glass wall, it smashed sending glass flying. Myleene shielded herself throwing her hands over her head to protect herself. The wall was gone.

Zelos' cried louder than ever before.

For a moment time seemed to stand still. No one moved all that seemed to continue were the babies shrieks of fear and confusion.

Then out of the glass Xanthos stood up. He walked slowly to where Myleene coward slumped over still covering her head still with her arms.

"You are a coward. You are useless. You are worthless." Xanthos spat at her, "I have better things to do. I'm done with you and the boy. He's the next in line. That's all I need know about him." There was a coldness in his voice that was uncommon almost evil.

Xanthos shook his head his cut and bleeding face contorted in rage and he strode past his wife and slammed the front door shut for the last time in his life.

Myleene looked to the floor sobbing over her own misery not even caring that her son was in need of her. For all she cared he could cry until he died…

Zelos Wilder had no father. Zelos Wilder had no mother. Zelos Wilder had no one.

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Xanthos Wilder stormed through the darkness of Meltokio, towards the church where the pope would be waiting. His heart felt lighter than it had done in a long time. His eyes were staring resoloutely ahead when the pope came into view. His young face looked weary, he looked hopeful as Xanthos approached.

"What news?" Xanthos said darkly his hand on the hilt of his sword. The pope would know he meant business.

"She lives in Ozette." He said darkly, "Her sister just delivered a baby girl...she will of course go towards aiding the Angelus Project. If she has an intellect like her mother she will be a great Asset. Kate will do our bidding. As for Chareena's sister-"

"I will father that one." Xanthos said darkly.


Okay. So it was a bit grim. But ... please R&R there are going to be some amusing moments and a little bit of romance with a certain ninja. Fluff to ease the darkness of Zelos.

Thank yooo for reading!