Chapter 5:
Smirking, the Trickster Priest listened quietly to the Wood Dragon as he threw curses and flowery swear words at him. As he watched the dragon dance about in rage, his violet eyes snapped open without warning. Mokuryuu halted his ritualistic cursing in surprise. He was in an awkward position: hands in the air, a leg on the ground and the other, lifted. Theoretically speaking, the Wood Dragon was currently not on his centre of gravity, thus allowing the law of gravity to work on him.
Thud.
Karyuuou's miko stared at the mazoku, as did everyone else. Xelloss's eyes were open…yet glazed and unfocused. It was almost as if his body was here, but his soul somewhere else…
"Why aren't you doing anything?!"
"Your orders are clearly not to mess with my pl-"
Slamming a palm upon the table, the enraged Supreme King cracked it in half easily. "You have the audacity to speak to me this way?!"
"Tsktsk…such temper, my Lord."
Dynast blasted at the cloudy hologram, succeeding only in demolishing the entire wall behind it. Cowering in the background, his general flattened herself to the floor in preparation for an explosion. A beautiful young lady blew smoke casually, her eyes narrowed shrewdly, pupils gleaming bright.
"What was I just saying about your temper, my Lord?"
Gritting his teeth, the mazoku ran his hand through his silver hair, trying to gain control of his mounting anger.
"All right," he seethed, "You may do as you wish. Do not fail."
The answer was mocking. "I appreciate your confidence in me, my Lord."
As the hologram faded, Dynast blew up furniture in short bursts of fury. Sherra sprinted immediately for cover.
Tapping her cigarette against what used to be a table, the lady smiled.
"That's my Xelloss for you."
