NOTES: Sorry about the extremely long delay, I was kinda busy with my Gundam/WeiB crossover fic. So now here is part 2 of A Mirror's Reflection. Enjoy!
Also…I have no idea how old Zel was when he was changed into a Chimera…I don't know anyone's age. So, bear with me. I've concluded that in Slayers Lina was fifteen and Zel was seventeen, ok. So be nice! And I already know that THAT isn't the sword he was holding when he was turned, I just switched swords so it could fit the plot of this! (read and you will understand…if not check go back and watch the tape where Zel is fighting in the forest and Rezo comes to him…I think episode six).
Phew! Now you may enjoy the story!
Plus I'm trying not to be too cliché-ish! Personally, I haven't read any Zel stories like this. (Hey! Anyone out there that has written a story about Zel's past I WANNA READ IT!!)
Ok…NOW I think I'm finished…read!
A MIRROR'S REFLECTION
PART II
"Zel…?"
It had been an interesting few months traveling by myself since Lina defeated Fibrizo…or to be exact, The Lord of Nightmares defeated Fibrizo. But my mind doesn't go there; it goes way back before that time.
Back when I started living with Rezo.
Out of all the men who worked for my father, only Zolf and Rodimus chose to stay with me, and return with Rezo. The rest went on their way, where I don't know. Both older men were horrified at the treatment that the raiders had inflicted on me, and were grief-stricken at the news of my father's murder. Both said that they had sworn to serve my father till death. Now they swore to serve me.
I was their young Master Greywvers.
I was Master Zelgadis, master of the now burned and destroyed Greywvers estate.
Still the same...master of nothing.
Rezo lived in a lone fortress not too far from Sairaag. It was old and seemed to be about to fall apart. It frightened me when I first saw it, but Rezo gently told me that appearances could be deceiving.
Ironic how true his words rang.
It ended up that Rezo did not live alone. He had a young women staying with him, her name was Heiress, and I thought she was beautiful. She spent almost all her time dotting of Rezo, serving him and aiding him in his research, which I soon found out to be a cure for his eyes.
As for me, I was given a nice small room, and lessons from Rezo. At first he wanted me to learn magic, but after many failed attempts he decided to let it drop to my relief. Instead of magic he taught me some more science and geography. It was all quite interesting and I enjoyed the time spent with my savior, yet for some reason I was never at ease with him.
When I wasn't studying I was sparring with Rodimus, continuing in my crusade to become stronger.
I did not get far.
I remember one hot summer day; Rezo approached me while I was cleaning my sword blade after a bout with Rodimus. The tall Red Priest looked serious and even disturbed. I remember being confused, for other than the times he was teaching me, he was locked away in his laboratory with Heiress. They hardly ever saw each other anytime after.
"Grandfather?"
"Zelgadis," Whispered Rezo in his soft voice. "This is not healthy."
"What isn't?" I was totally caught off guard by that statement.
"You throw yourself into things without hesitation. You are constantly doing something. I have not seen you idle at all since you came to stay."
I looked away from him. "I just don't like being idle."
Rezo shook his blind head. "No. Not that. You are running away."
I leapt to my feet suddenly, letting my sword clatter to the floor, ignoring the lessons Rodimus had drilled into me about letting the sword touch the ground. "How dare you accuse me of being a coward!" I yelled angrily. "I never run away from anything!"
If Rezo was surprised by my outburst, he did not show it, though Heiress who had been passing by did.
"Zelgadis! How dare you speak to your elder that way!"
She didn't seem so beautiful to me anymore.
Rezo raised his hand, demanding silence. "It is alright, my dear. Go on and let me talk to Zelgadis privately."
The young woman hesitated and left, giving me a slight heated look.
At that moment she seemed to me like a troll.
"Zelgadis," Said Rezo. "I did not mean that you are a coward."
I swallowed hard at my anger and resentment. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I had not time for his lectures.
"You have not given yourself proper time to grieve for your parents. And you focus almost all your thoughts on the sword, and not on other things."
"Like what?" I asked darkly, not really wanting to know.
"Magic."
I gave an exasperated laugh, "Grandfather, you already know that I have hardly any magic capabilities."
"Wrong." Said Rezo, ever patient. "You are quite capable of becoming a powerful sorcerer, yet for some reason you hold yourself back and believe that you are incapable."
I blinked at him, not understanding.
Rezo sighed. "I don't want you to touch a blade for a month, Zelgadis. You will entertain yourself with other things. Go riding with Rodimus, join Heiress and I in the library, or even take your men with you to Sairaag and spend some days at the markets."
I started to quiver with rage. "You have no right to do that. I have to become stronger, and grieving and relaxing isn't going to help me accomplish that!" I spat out at him.
Rezo face became sad, almost sorrowful. He reached out and placed his hand on my head as I continued to shake and try to control the burning within. "Such rage, child. You must quench it or it will consume you. Grieve for your parents and rest."
He withdrew and let me alone, his staff ringing as he left.
Apparently Zolf and Rodimus agreed with Rezo whole-heartedly. Before I knew it I was on a wagon to Sairaag pouting like never before to the older men's amusement. It was for my own good they said, and was nearly clouted by Rodimus when I asked if I could bring my sword.
Rest and relaxation…
Now I laugh at the though of it, but back then I did rest and relax as I was supposed to even though I never admitted it to anyone. I was a proud thirteen-year-old youth who was not about to admit to any adult that they were right.
Fourteen…
It was around that time that I noticed changes in Rezo.
The first time I noticed it was when I noticed him looking at me oddly. I had been reading in the library while he sat down on going over a spell book of some sort…except his eyes kept on leaving the volume to me. When I tired of this I asked him what was wrong.
Rezo looked slightly guilty and said that it was not important.
After that he started to avoid me, and even told Heiress to tell me to stay clear of his laboratory. He even started encouraging me to go out more with Rodimus and Zolf.
Then Rezo started socializing with creatures…among them a werewolf named Dilgear. Zolf and Rodimus did not approve and told me to stay clear of them. I obeyed without complaint for once…for already I had caused Dilgear to threaten to devour my 'scrawny and meatless body'.
I confronted Rezo about it when things started getting out of control. Trolls, Berserkers, Fishmen and other creatures were swarming all over the fortress. It brought back too many memories of my home…my house…my parents. I went to Rezo and asked him what was going on.
"They are here to help me, Zelgadis." He answered me.
"Help you?" I nearly screamed in disbelief. "How can a fishmen and Trolls help you? Grandfather this is madness!"
"No. Not madness. There is a cure for my eyes, and they will help me." Was his calm reply.
I tried going to Heiress but she brushed me away, saying that Master Rezo knew what he was doing
My fourteenth year basically drifted by like that.
And still I felt like a failure.
Don't get me wrong, I did improve, but the sword was always heavy, I was always short of breath, my attacks and defenses were never perfect.
I thought of myself as a failure.
I thought I was surrounded by fools.
Rezo with his obsession…
Heiress with her blind devotion…
Rodimus and Zolf with their constant loyalty to me.
I was sick of it all. I wanted something to happen…something…anything…
But for a whole year I wasted myself in trying to be stronger…trying to improve…and hating myself and everyone around me.
For a whole year I was left alone to wallow, no one to bother me or tell me what to do. For a whole year I was free…the last year to be free.
When I turned fifteen a familiar nightmarish ghost appeared.
War.
Once again an army serving the non-existing monster Quexton was rampaging through the lands near Sairaag. Sairaag was already calling for its youths to join and fight against those who would attack their homes.
Rezo had left two weeks before on a trip with Heiress, instructing me not to get into trouble. Of course when I heard of the recruiting in Sairaag I dismissed what Rezo had told me, snuck out of the fortress at the dead of night, and headed for Sairaag like a little hero, clutching my sword to my chest and imaging my triumph as I aided in defeating this menace and finally getting revenge for my parents and for myself.
My trip on foot was uneventful, though I was dreadfully worn out by the time I reached the city. It took a whole day on horse to reach Sairaag. I had reached it on foot in a day and a night. I was prepared to be a man…I was prepared to fight.
I did not stop to rest at an inn; I went immediately to the dais where a grizzly looking soldier sat behind a table, writing down names of the young men that formed a long line.
It was when I saw this line I realized that I had made a mistake.
I was a runt. A thin, small runt. Sure I had grown in the last two years, but I remained looking like the same abused child that had been pulled out of the closet by his dead father.
Youths that were my age stood a head taller than I and were much wider with muscles to proof it. Their faces already sported facial hair, their voices loud and deep and maturing. I remained hairless like a girl, and even though my voice had deepened, it remained soft.
I was immediately the center of their attention. A child amongst men.
A boy, no older than I came over and said, "Are you looking for someone."
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and knew I was giving him a dirty look when I said tartly, "No. I am here to enlist."
I heard snickering here and there, and the boy before me cracked a smile. "Umm…how old are you."
"Fifteen." I said defensively and nearly attacked the boy as he chuckled. "I am!"
Before the boy could say anything, I was shoved into the front of the line and found myself staring at a pair of black cold eyes.
"What is this?" It was the soldier, looking non too pleased. "What's a waif like you doing out here?"
Standing straight and proud, I said, "My name is Zelgadis Greywvers, age fifteen, and I am here to enlist, sir."
The man gave me a disgusted look before calling over his shoulder, "Jeeves! Escort this pup back home! I have no time to deal with runaway children trying to end their lives!"
I gaped at the man in shock, then glared in anger as Jeeves, a thin tall soldier, came and reached for my arm. Jerking back I drew my blade and shouted challengingly. "I am no child! My name is Zelgadis and I can best any of you here!"
With an exasperated groan, Jeeves drew his sword and said softly to me, "I don't want to humiliate you, child, but you have to go home."
"I am a man!" I shouted and charged at him, intending to frighten him and show off the skills I had acquired from Rodimus. Jeeves merely sighed and side stepped my attack, sending me sprawling on my stomach, my sword flying out of my grasp. I lay there, in stunned mortification.
How? After all these years of training and working…after all my hard work…how could I have been beaten without lifting him sword his sword in defense. All around me I could hear the men and boys laughing…all laughing at me…laughing at my weakness.
Jeeves helped to my feet, asking me if I was hurt. I pulled away from him and his concern. Slowly, ignoring the snickering and whispers, I bent over and picked up my sword, and turned to Jeeves, raising it so the point was aimed at him.
"I am a man." I said, my voice hoarse from the sheer fury and humiliation that I felt burning at my chest and throat.
Jeeves now looked put out with me. Leaning against his sword he asked, "Fine then. You have to know that you look quite young, so tell me, where are your parents?"
I stared hard at the man, and then looked at the cold-eyed soldier sitting at the table, staring at us. I said loudly, "My parents are dead. They were killed two years ago by Quexton's army."
"Then who are you staying with?" Jeeves asked me.
"A relative."
"Does this relative know that you are here?"
Swallowing hard and let my sword drop so that it's point was on the ground. I looked away from Jeeves, now seeing how truly stupid I had been. "He…he isn't here. He is on a trip and doesn't know anything."
The soldier on the table stood and sauntered over to me. I looked up at him, knowing that this had all been a mistake. I should have waited for Rezo to return and discussed this with him. I should have waited till I was sure that I could best anyone…how could I have been so stupid?!
The man reached down and grabbed and yanked the sword out of my grasp and looked at the blade. "Who gave you this?" He demanded in a rumbling voice.
I blinked up at him, not knowing whether to be outraged at him taking my sword, or feeling a little relief at the fact he hadn't kicked my ass for disrupting everything.
"My…my sword instructor." I said softly.
The man sneered and suddenly brought down the sword on the ground, hard. They was a loud tearing sound that made me jump as I watched in horror the blade snapped. The soldier dropped the part he was holding on the ground as if it were a piece of junk and told me, "A sword is as strong as its owner."
Laughter. They were laughing at me again.
Weak.
I was so weak.
Feeling tears coming unbidden to my eyes I turned and fled like a coward. I fled from the laughter…I fled from my failure. Their mocking rang in my ears, pieced my soul, and shattered my heart. That soldier had might as well have snapped me in two…it would have been so much less painful.
Weak…so damn weak.
I thought I had disappointed my parents. Here I was fifteen and still unable to join an army to avenge my parents death.
I thought I was a pitiful weak stupid insect.
I was a child…a pup…a baby.
Weak.
I did not return home. I stayed in the forests in between the fortress and Sairaag. For nearly a week I roamed like some kind of wraith, only eating berries and drinking from the streams that I came across. I didn't care if Rodimus and Zolf were worried about me. I didn't care if Rezo returned to find me missing. I didn't care if I died. My life seemed to me meaningless.
I wanted to be strong and I failed.
Then it started to rain, and like a small pathetic animal I found myself a small cave only big enough for me to curl up in it. I slept there and dreamt of my parents alive and proud. Strong father…beautiful mother.
When I woke up I promptly lost the contents of my stomach (what was in there that is). My parents…they were siblings…brother and sister…what kind of creature was I?! The weak and disgusting spawn of a…a couple…brother and sister…brother and sister…
And I loved them…my parents…my sweet parents…I wanted to avenge their deaths…but like their coupling I was that…disgusting…unwanted…
I was weak but I wanted to be strong.
Finally, the tears came, and there was no stopping. I sat there, sick, starving and alone and wept for my poor misguided parents whom had both died for me…died for their poor weak son who even though now he was a man he still could not avenge them. I wept for my failure in swordsmanship, my failure in strength.
Two years…two whole years I had not shed a tear since the day I walked away from Rezo from my hometown. Two years of built up rage, sorrow, and pain that was long over due came out I a screamed into the clear blue sky, sending birds flying into the sky.
I stumbled out of the cramped cave and ran. I ran away from the memories, from my self-loathing. I charged into bushes, ran into trees, weeping. My cape was in shreds, somehow I had lost my boots, and my arms and feet were cut and bleeding.
Finally, in my mad flight I came to a river and charged straight into it. I beat at the cool liquid, cursing it, cursing my parents, cursing Rezo, cursing myself. Finally my rage died down and I stood there, drenched and exhausted.
Sniffling and feeling like a childish fool I slowly started to climb out when something cut into my bare and already abused foot. Crying out in pain I looked down, and cursed when I saw my blood dirtying the water, but then my eyes saw it.
A sword.
Ignoring my injury I pulled it out of its liquidly grave and gazed in wonder at the beauty that I held in my hands, my tears drying on my cold cheeks. The blade itself shone deadly and sharp, its metal shining like pure silver with not a scratch on it. Its pummel and guard was gold and on the end of the pummel a red ruby stone sat glimmering at me. The sword was surprisingly light in my tired and scratched hands. Standing waist-deep in the river I swung the sword and listen to the sound of it cleaving the air with a deadly finality, whispering death to anything that stood in its way.
In a daze I climbed out of the water, and stood still looking at it.
Beautiful…
But was it strong?
Removing my now destroyed cape, I used it to wrap my arms and legs, leaving my feet bear so that I wouldn't slide on the forest floor. I looked ridiculous, but as I picked up the sword and swung it with all my might at a tree I felt like a warrior.
The sword met resistance, then cleaved its way right through the trunk of the tree. In my shock, I barely had enough sense to dodge the falling lumber. The tree groaned and fell, sending a large cloud of dust into the air. I looked at it with wide eyes and then looked at the blade…not a scratch.
"A sword is as strong as its owner."
With a barking laugh I launched myself into a full-blown exercise that usually had me swatting in the middle of it. The sword whispered to me, and I attacked, defended, thrust, disarmed…I danced the dance of a swordsman, I tasted the first taste of triumph, and I sang the song of the strong.
I wanted to be strong!
Strong!
STRONG!
I ran through the forest, attacking imaginary enemies, wondering how I would gloat once I reached Sairaag with this sword and showed Jeeves and his captain exactly what I can do.
But I stopped. The last time I thought I was ready I was dead wrong. I wouldn't make the same mistake again. I would wait and return home and train some more with Rodimus, then I would try again and have my revenge.
With that in mind I once again started to attack the air, chanting within my heart and soul:
I want to be strong!
Strong!
STRONG!
With a battle cry I dug my blade into the trunk of a fallen tree and took a few breaths to calm myself.
Then I heard the familiar dreaded chimes that till know haunt my dreams. Looking up, I was surprised to find Rezo standing in front of me, almost towering over my slighter frame. I looked at him, wondering how in the world had he found me, and why was he not yelling at me for disappearing the way I had?
And why did I suddenly fear my grandfather?
"You wish to be strong, Zelgadis?"
I stared at him in shock. Of course I wanted to be strong! For almost two years I've been living with him, and now it occurs to him that that was my goal.
I was a fool…
"Help me find the Philosopher's Stone, and I will grant you power beyond imagination."
Power? Strength came with power. Rezo was knew magic, maybe he could help me! I had never thought of asking him for help. Could he know a spell that would make me stronger? A spell to give me the power to avenge my parents…power to finally not be a pitiful failure!
All I had to do was help him find a little stone that he probably misplaced and that Heiress couldn't find.
If only I hade known…
Bringing his priest staff so that it was right in front of my nose, Rezo said, "You will be completely transformed."
I wanted to change! I wanted to be stronger! I wanted everything!
But as I looked up at my grandfather I again felt this strange fear…a strange feeling that I should be fleeing. I felt as if he was actually seeing me, that he could see me standing, sweating and nervous before him.
I hesitated, then gave a small nod. This was my grandfather, the man that had saved me, the man that had been anything but kind to me. He was my only family…
He was all I had…
I trusted him…and he betrayed me.
I don't know how I can describe the flashing pain that I felt. I remember looking at him then suddenly a white light blinded me, and I covered my eyes and screamed as suddenly I felt like a hundred swords were piercing me.
Mercifully I lost consciousness.
I don't think I dreamed…and if I did I don't know what about. Do babies dream when they are in their mother's wombs? I guess that's the way I can describe my transformation. Being reborn.
When I woke up I found myself back in my room at the fortress, both Zolf and Rodimus were sitting at my desk next to my bed. Both looked pale, both looked terrified. I understood why as I sat up and the bed sheets fell to my waist giving me full view of my bare chest.
I screamed.
No longer was my skin porcelain white, but a blue with ugly hard gray stones scattered around my skin. I clawed at them frantically and found that though I could still feel the same, my skin was as hard and as cold as a rock.
Both Rodimus and Zolf somehow managed to calm me down. Zolf obeyed me timidly when I asked for a mirror, and Rodimus silently cleaned up its remains when I threw it against the wall.
I was a monster.
Rezo…my grandfather had turned me into a monster.
I lay in bed wishing, hoping, and praying that this was all a dream, but it wasn't. So I got up and dressed, ignoring how Rodimus and Zolf begged me to rest. I stormed out of my room and charged down the hall, the two faithful me following me.
I yelled for Rezo but only Dilgear appeared. He looked at me without recognition.
"So now we have a Golem, huh?"
Rodimus stepped in front of me and said, "This is Master Zelgadis!"
"Zelgadis?!" gaped the wolf man. He then swallowed hard and stepped away from me.
I walked by him and headed for the laboratory even though I knew Rezo did not want me there. I came to the door and I shouted, "GRANDFATHER!!!!"
I stood, breathing hard, waiting. And the door opened, and there stood Rezo.
"Zelgadis, I see that you are well." He said as if I had just come down for breakfast.
I sputtered for a moment then yelled, "Look at me! What have you done?!"
"Why, I gave you power." He said a matter of factly.
Zolf and Rodimus came forward, but I waved them to leave me. Both were reluctant, but in the end they listened to their Master Zelgadis.
"This isn't what I wanted!" I said, near tears, confused, frightened, in agony at the way Rezo was approaching this whole situation.
"I asked you if you wanted power and you are now powerful."
"What am I?" I cried. "I am made of stone! I'm a monster!"
"No. Not a monster. A chimera."
"A what?!"
"You are now made up of demon, golem, and human, Zelgadis. You are strong, and you will help me."
I stared at him and inside I felt something snap. I stepped away from him and hissed, "Never. I will never help you!"
"Oh?"
"Damn you! Change me back!" I shouted and charged, or attempted to. My body refused to move.
Rezo chuckled, "Silly. Zelgadis, I created your body. I am its master…your master. Everything you do, everywhere I go, I will now."
I struggled against invisible bonds…bonds that were my own limbs, and started to weep. I remember feeling bitterly surprised that I was capable of shedding tears. "Why?" I wept. "Why? Why? WHY?!"
Rezo came to stand before me. Like he did when I was thirteen and weeping for my father, he wiped the tears from my stone cheeks and said almost tenderly, "My dear Zelgadis, with this body comes magical and physical power. It would have been impossible for you to help me as you were. Now with this body, you will get the strength you desired, and you will help me find the Philosopher's Stone."
After that I was let go, and the very next day, with my new sword with the red ruby I started to train, and within a week I bested Rodimus. Then Rezo came and gave me Shamanist spell books and told me to study. I studied and I excelled and became a master Shamanist, capable of casting the strongest Shamanist spells: The Ra Tilt.
These achievements did not matter to me at all by then. Sure I gained the strength and power that I craved, but at what cost.
Before, whenever I looked into a mirror, I hated myself because I was weak. When I was changed, I couldn't even look at a mirror without going into a rage. I didn't hate myself, I wanted to kill myself and skin the stones off of me.
When I was sixteen, Rezo gave me control of group of his creatures (which included Dilgear) and sent us out to find the Philosopher's Stone. Zolf and Rodimus accompanied me, doing all they could to help and make things easier for me. I conspired with them that once I got my hands on the stone, I would use its powers and kill Rezo for what he had done…for his ultimate betrayal.
A year later, I got a lead on the Philosopher's Stone and met Lina Inverse.
To be honest, I think I might have fallen in love with her at first. Her spirit and charisma enchanted me. Her moods bewildered me.
She made me laugh for the first time almost two years.
Gouarry was like non other I had met. Chivalrous, charming, strong, brave, and the most dimwitted man I had ever come in contact with. An excellent swordsman, though I don't know who would best who if we fought. Also, Gouarry has the Sword of Light, the one blade that has the power to cut through my stone skin. I once wanted to ask Gouarry to kill me with it, but I didn't. I never give up; it's just not in me.
Together with Gouarry we fought Rezo, and I discovered that Shabirnigdo was in him the whole time. I discovered that it wasn't my grandfather that betrayed me (though at first I refused to admit it).
I think in that first battle I lost more than I lost when I helped battle Zanafar, Gaav, and Fibrizo…I lost Zolf and Rodimus. They stayed by me from the beginning, choosing to keep a vow to my father.
They were not my servants…they were my friends.
Now, when I think about it I know that I cannot fully blame Rezo for what happened to me. Now, I guess I can forgive him in a way…almost. Rezo was the man who came to me as I was tied to a stake staring at the mutilated corpse of my father, the man who wrapped a warm cloak over my bare shoulders and guided me away and gave me a place to stay. That man…that Rezo was my grandfather.
The next time I met Lina and Gouarry, they had Amelia with them.
Small, young, cute…well endowed (ahem) Princess Amelia.
She annoyed me from the start, and she thought I was a monster.
I wanted to throw her out a window when she preached about justice, and I wanted to protect her whenever I heard her scream. Odd, I never felt a need to protect Lina (hey I threw her into a tree!), but Amelia I would always wrap my arm around her small waist and cover her body with my stone one, shielding her. Amelia I would always look to when we were attacked. Amelia I would know for sure she had my back, and I had hers.
Not that I'm saying I love her…I think…maybe…I don't know! All I know is that when I that the two times I thought she was dead (when we fought Gaav, and he hit her from behind, and when Fibrizo played God with those little balls) I felt my heart freeze, and once again I was thirteen years old, helpless and terrified.
She couldn't die! Not Amelia…never Amelia.
Do I love her?
I don't know. Does it matter? I am a freak, and ugly…even though Amelia doesn't mind that…actually she thinks I look cool.
Heh…it works well for my cold heartless Shamanist Swordsman reputation that I enjoyed making for myself.
There is also the fact the she is a Princess, and the fact that her father is the scariest man I have ever met. Once, I was a noble's son. My father governed land, but when he died so did my claim to it.
Besides, try imagining a stone King!
I would laugh till I cried if I could…and never stop.
Maybe if I had a cure…if I was back to being human I would try something with her…but I am not.
There is one other significant person that I met.
Xellos. A monster disguised as a priest. The man is so infuriating, so annoying, and so damn slippery that he caused me to collapse. That's right, I, Zelgadis Greywvers, Mister Cold and Heartless Shamanist Swordsman, collapsed.
Damn that monster.
Even now I still don't know if that manuscript of the Clair Bible that Xellos destroyed had my cure in it.
I never trusted the guy from the beginning, even before we discovered that he was a monster. He was too mysterious, he knew too much, and nobody who could infuriate Lina could be just anybody! I sensed that there was something sinister and dark about him. That something drew me to him, making me want to know his secrets, his motives, anything!
I didn't know why before, but when we found out what he was it all made sense.
Xellos was a monster…
I was a third demon…
Both are evil and enjoyed making others suffer…enjoyed pain…enjoyed and relished in it all. My demon half was awakening at the sound of a kindred's voice and aura.
I made sure that no one noticed that I was changing…nothing physical, just emotional. I was disgusted and horrorstricken at myself, my feelings…I was a monster…
When everything was over with Gaav and Fibrizo I left the group.
Martina and Zangulous got married…
Lina and Gouarry were sorta…kinda…almost like a couple (can never be sure with those two)…
And Amelia wanted to become a bride…
So you can see why I left…right? It was too painful to stay.
Besides…I was changing…something in me was changing, and it was not good.
It was months later that Xellos appeared again.
He wanted to talk to me…
And surprisingly I listened…
TO BE CONTINUED….o.o
Next part:
What does Xellos want with Zelgadis?
Vengeance of a Chimera…
"I am a man!"
hehehehe….be patient!
