Author's Nonsense: I'm a little tired when I'm starting this so I bet I'll end up coming back and fixing it later if I don't like it very much…heh. Oh well. I really wanted to do another chapter before I slept today. I'll leave some things to explain later…I tend to do that a lot.

End of Chapter 5:

He smiled to them as he held up the piece of magical glass that he'd taken from them while they were walking, his evil grin fading along with his form at the announcement of him stranding them in the alien dimension.

Chapter 6: Hazardous Tributes

It always dismayed him when he didn't have the time to engage in depraved laughter. However tragic the occurrence was he had to move along to drifting in the sub-dimension outside of heaven to search for any remnants of Lucian's soul where Loki had destroyed him.

It was a lovely addiction he'd made to both Midgard and Asgard - his personal side realm set up similar to how one might make hidden passages in the walls of a building he'd fused it into the facets of the two worlds for the short time he'd had the full power of the creator.

His eyes went past the glorious double-bladed sword in the distance of his vision - he couldn't retake Gungir just yet, if the heavens started to fall apart then they would seek him more vigorously to replace the weapon. Turning from the glory of the worldly treasure he instead set his eyes on a bit of spiritual residue that lingered near where the water mirror had once resided; the area he'd found in his research where the buffoon had been murdered.

He bent to touch the spot where only the palest of blue-white light lingered weakly, he nodded a little to himself and despite the fact that casting might alert local gods in the real world he held a single hand over the remains and slowly started to raise the second as he whispered the words of power.

"Corrupt powers invade my tainted soul and acknowledge my will…"

The gentle glow already started to grow in intensity, orchid eyes slanting a bit as a smile touched the edge of his lips…

"Answer this summons and obey this writ forged of my resolve…"

The light flared and shifted, suddenly quaking as if the remains of the soul fought to resist his magic, raging against some sort of invisible cage.

"Engrave the loathsome spirit and interrupt the vexatious passing of the clock…"

Then he shifted his hands, bringing the second one even to the first as the movement of the ball of light paused, turning his hands and pulling them closer to him as if he planned to prepare a blast to throw. Forcing his hands toward each other against some sort of invisible resistance…

"Concluding force! Spectral weave!"

He pressed past whatever was fighting against him and clasped his hands together as he closed his eyes. A blinding flash going by him harmlessly before fading away again, leaving him with the fruit of his trouble, a small crystal statuette of an angel reaching toward the sky, her wings flowing behind her and seeming to blend with the bottom of the small figurine where Lezard had carved his love's name and a small phrase from one of the older languages he knew. It seemed naturally luminescent as a result of what he'd built it from, she never had to know the soul he'd used after all. He picked it up and faded back into his secret border world and finally allowed himself to delight in that vicious mirth he'd missed out on earlier in his search.

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Lenneth had decided she probably didn't want to wander, even if Lezard had the impression the rooms he'd left open were safe for her she didn't need to cause herself any extra stress by possibly stumbling across some other sort of experiment he was working on. Instead she'd delved into one of the novels he'd given to her and had gotten interested enough that she was still reading for more than to pass the time.

She wasn't completely certain of when Lezard had started watching her but the sudden sense of being watched made her skin crawl and goose bumps climb along her arms. When she looked up her stomach churned a little to join the chorus of her body's discomfort at the merry twinkle in the plum orbs gazing at her. One arm under his cloak and the other propping him against her doorframe.

"What do you want now Lezard?" she demanded bluntly. Turning her scrutiny back to the book she'd been pursuing in his pleasant absence.

"I have brought you a gift." He announced and swept into her room without a thought of asking permission, closing the distance to the bed in three long steps before he seated himself on her bed. He'd held it out toward her but at the lack of attention he added with a small pout. "Will you at least consider it my love?"

That got her to glance up to Lezard with the intent of snapping at him before she settled her eyes on the flawless ornament settled in his palm and offered toward her. The detail and ambience of the figure making her smile just by her looking at it, she wasn't sure how he'd done it, but he had found her something that engrossed her with warmth when she reached out and touched it. Evoking in her a nostalgic fondness, tugging at the edge of her memory with a tender feeling of reuniting friends.

"Lezard…" she whispered in awe of the extraordinary present. Her distaste of her captor briefly forgotten in face of it. "This is…unfathomable…how on earth did you find me something so…?"

She broke off at a loss for words, pulling the figurine closer as she turned sea green eyes back to the man that had given her something so remarkable. Elation on the young man's face from her satisfaction with his token of his devotion, he reached and took the trinket from her, settling it next to her bed and taking her hands.

"Will you at least believe with this token that I do love you my bewitching angel?" he asked her seriously, stroking the back of her hand with the thin fabric of his gloves with a delicate hold she never would have expected.

"I…" Lenneth paused to close her eyes and take a breath, she knew that she should protest but after what he'd just done could she do that with good conscious. "I believe you Lezard. But I don't return that love. You are insane, you need help not false hope."

"The difference between genius and insanity is measured only by success." he stated off-handedly. "You are the only thing that makes my mind frail sweet siren. Just because you don't understand yet doesn't mean you won't…you are warming up to me. Otherwise you never would have come to your senses and admitted that I wasn't lying or delusional about what I feel for you."

I knew I should have protested. She kicked herself. "Lezard…I…adore what you did for me with this…but that doesn't mean it will make me feel the same for you…."

He put a finger over her lips to pause her complaints. His hand starting to quiver when he moved it to cup her cheek, struggling with himself to keep the scene well-mannered. His gaze wandered over her body with evident ravenousness.

"Enjoy your new decoration." He commented with an edge of craze as he pulled his had back and dashed to the door with an urgency to exit her room. He howled in the agony of denying his own desires and being denied as he slammed the door closed and rush by a confused Mystina in the hallway.

"Whoa…" the sorceress exclaimed as she was nearly run over. "Hey…what's wrong with you Lezard?"

Not receiving an answer the woman raised an eyebrow after the odd ex-classmate then glanced down the hall toward where his illustrious guest was staying. After a fitting roll of her eyes she walked toward where she could ask the Valkyrie what was going on as opposed to following and questioning the guy that was more likely to blast her to pretty bits when emotional.

She had to blink when she didn't immediately get the door open on a pull, setting her feet and tugging with almost all her strength before she got the portal open. She was good with magical power not physical after all, she didn't mind her frailty usually but nor did she like that Lezard always seemed to outrank her in everything. Putting that disappointing thought aside she poked her head in to where a confused Valkyrie was looking at her entry.

"Hey there again lady V." Mystina raised a hand in greeting and stepped just past the frame, noting the much nicer quarters she got. Wondering idly for a few seconds if Lezard might be worth the pampering, then shaking her head; too high maintenance a guy for her. Her needs of a man she could consider later though, curiosity getting the better of her. "Mind if I ask what just happened?"

"He is a lunatic." Lenneth pointed out. "Him stalking off in unexplained haste shouldn't be any sort of deviant behavior when it comes to him."

"No no." Mystina laughed, waving her off with a smirk. "Nice try sugar but I know him better than that…he doesn't slam stuff around unless he's really angry. What did you say this time?"

"Nothing different than usual." Lenneth frowned at the fact that this woman would take his side. "He reached toward me then started shaking and ran off, why do you feel the need to defend him anyway?"

"Am I defending him? Or is someone else in the room trying to justify something they might have done?" Mystina watched the other woman with knowing eyes. "You both amuse the hell out of me. Don't tell me then, I'm going back to my room to keep studying."

"Wait." Lenneth stopped her, raising a hand until the magic user turned around.

"Yeah?" She looked bored.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Lenneth fiddled with her sheets, dropping her eyes.

"Depends on what you want." Mystina stated suspiciously.

"Will you go talk to him? Make sure he's okay?" The ex-goddess asked without looking at the second woman.

"I thought he was just being crazy lady Valkyrie." She laughed at the dirty look she got for the comment. "Fine fine, but if he kills me you better convince him it's a good idea to bring me back. The hoops I leap through for you two. You owe me."

The green haired wizard flicked her hair importantly as she swept back around and followed after the loud crashes coming from the busted up room she had learned earlier was his bedroom - that he no longer used for sleep. If he didn't have a unique library collection for her to study with she would find any other place to put up with for her studies.

She opened the slightly busted door to hear him shatter a already cracked pot against the wall opposite him, looking toward the pieces and then back to the berserk glint in his eyes.

"WHAT do you want Misty!" He screamed, voice cracking a bit in his psycho mode voice.

"Wow…it can wait. Destroy on. I'll find you later." she remarked at his unbalanced streak of eradication and button hooked to go right back the way she came. There wasn't anything Valkyrie could offer her to equal out the definite peril of his company right now. She paused to stick her head back into the only clean room in the place. "Guess you'll have to check up on him yourself if you want to. There's nothing that will get me to take the risk of gambling with my life and Lezard's frame of mind right now. You are on your own sweetheart."

End Chapter

Whew, that chapter was harder to write but I was -really- tired at the time of it's conception so that's probably why it was. I did my own chant for the spell this time (no manga scene or anything like that) though I liked the manga spell better I guess there is no outwitting the original. And now…to bed! Snore

-Aura

To my reviewers:

Lezard Valeth - It's so nifty to respond to someone with that name! giggle And many thanks, I was proud of the detail of leaving them in his little world. And the gift was in this chapter already so see, the suspense for that detail ends…though he had mentioned the idea a little in an earlier chapter I think.

I have played VP: Lenneth. I just don't own it myself…a friend of mine does and I borrow it from him sometimes to play it or re-watch scenes I really enjoyed (like meeting Lezard for the first time). I still tend to have most of the following chapter of this fiction done before I post the one I'm on. Seven is nearly complete and I have a outline for eight along with some basic ideas for what's going to occur in nine. No danger of discontinuing the fiction soon.

LotornoMiko - I figure that you've left a review as my page is showing that I have one more than it's letting me see but I'll reply to it when I post chapter 7 (along with any other response to other fictions) If you didn't leave one…ignore this.

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