Disclaimer: how about a serious disclaimer? I don't own Slayers, I just like to torture the characters, being as close to a genki mazoku as anyone can be in real life. ||n_n||
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"Phylis is so small... so fragile feeling. just holding her like this, it feels as if she would snap in my hands. She's so tiny. A helpless opponent who wouldn't even try fighting back... I have the chance... to destroy something irreplaceable.
Other children can be replaced. Phylis can't. She's unique. Part of me...
What is this?
I don't remember ever feeling this before, but... I feel as if something is attacking me from the inside..."
As Xelloss carried Phylis back inside, he avoided Filia and took the girl straight to the safe room. Filia had unsealed it, to his surprise, and relief.
"You rest now." he murmered, bowing his head slightly as if to acknowedge the remains of his fallen 'enemy' and vanishing back to the astral plane.
"She said that on purpose... Do what you like... When it's too late..."
Filia saw the mazoku leave as she hastened herself to the safe room.
"PHYLIS!" She cried running in and grabbing what she saw. "Phylis! Phylis!"
No spell could help. Xelloss' attack had disintegrated half the childs fragile form. Phylis had died instantly. "XELLOSS! YOU MAZOKU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU?! How could you... kill your own?"
Meanwhile Eros was having the time of his life.
Burning things, breaking things, burning people. Flying, blasting... Without being scolded.
Eros was experiencing new sensations all around him.
The fear and pain in his surroundings nurished his mazoku form, making him grow. Already, Eros now had the form of an 8 year old boy. And he was learning quickly.
One thing his mother had never taught him. How to step between the physical realm and the and the astral plane.
His minders were doing all the teleporting for him, but Eros was smart. After a couple of times, he was experimenting by himself.
There wasn't much of the village left by now, still Eros wasn't satisfied yet. He suddenly stretched his irridescant dragon wings and flew down to where he saw his next victim. A woman trying to shelter her child from the merciless attack.
Their fear inspired a loud wicked cackle to escape the young child, which he found even more amusing. He focused on the destruction he was about to create again.
"Eros!"
The child turned to see the speaker behind him. Xelloss, glaring at him. The same glare that would have sent the golden dragons running scared.
"Stop this now."
"No." Eros replied, evil grin still in place, turning back to his victims.
With little more effort than it took to wave his hand, Xelloss destroyed Eros' fun in a second. The other two mazoku slunk off promptly, as the child spun to face the man that had just ended his fun.
"Spoilsport!" The kid yelled stamping his feet. "I wanted to do that!
"You do what I tell you, or..." he indicated the area he just destroyed. "Or that will happen to you. Now, follow." Xelloss simply stepped onto the other plan and waited for Eros to come.
Eros stared at what the older mazoku had done and wiped his eyes.
How could that purple haired meanie just come from nowhere and boss him around like that?
Then another thought popped into Eros' head that made him cry.
What if all those people were as scared as him as he was of Xelloss? Thats what his mammy had taught him. And he wanted her now.
Xelloss was almost touched enough to try and comfort the child. But moreso, he was angry with Filia. How dare that stupid little dragon fill Eros with these weaknesses?
To allow him to survive, Xelloss had to fix that, and quickly too.
Eros followed Xelloss unhappily, scared to do little more than breathe, since he'd been told to 'Stop that pathetic crying, get a move on, or else', as Xelloss took an indirect route back to Zelas.
Eros sniffed and dropped out of the astral plane, he was exhausted from using power which he'd not truely tried hard to use before now.
Exasperated, Xelloss fired at the ground next to the child to scare him into hurrying up. Eros leapt back and without thinking, mimicked his father exactly. Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, then just as Xelloss was considering giving the kid lessons in magic, the explosion hit him full on the shoulder. Cursing himself for dropping his guard he snarled at Eros.
Eros closed his eyes, cowered and awaited the response.
He knew he had nowhere to run.
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"Phylis is so small... so fragile feeling. just holding her like this, it feels as if she would snap in my hands. She's so tiny. A helpless opponent who wouldn't even try fighting back... I have the chance... to destroy something irreplaceable.
Other children can be replaced. Phylis can't. She's unique. Part of me...
What is this?
I don't remember ever feeling this before, but... I feel as if something is attacking me from the inside..."
As Xelloss carried Phylis back inside, he avoided Filia and took the girl straight to the safe room. Filia had unsealed it, to his surprise, and relief.
"You rest now." he murmered, bowing his head slightly as if to acknowedge the remains of his fallen 'enemy' and vanishing back to the astral plane.
"She said that on purpose... Do what you like... When it's too late..."
Filia saw the mazoku leave as she hastened herself to the safe room.
"PHYLIS!" She cried running in and grabbing what she saw. "Phylis! Phylis!"
No spell could help. Xelloss' attack had disintegrated half the childs fragile form. Phylis had died instantly. "XELLOSS! YOU MAZOKU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU?! How could you... kill your own?"
Meanwhile Eros was having the time of his life.
Burning things, breaking things, burning people. Flying, blasting... Without being scolded.
Eros was experiencing new sensations all around him.
The fear and pain in his surroundings nurished his mazoku form, making him grow. Already, Eros now had the form of an 8 year old boy. And he was learning quickly.
One thing his mother had never taught him. How to step between the physical realm and the and the astral plane.
His minders were doing all the teleporting for him, but Eros was smart. After a couple of times, he was experimenting by himself.
There wasn't much of the village left by now, still Eros wasn't satisfied yet. He suddenly stretched his irridescant dragon wings and flew down to where he saw his next victim. A woman trying to shelter her child from the merciless attack.
Their fear inspired a loud wicked cackle to escape the young child, which he found even more amusing. He focused on the destruction he was about to create again.
"Eros!"
The child turned to see the speaker behind him. Xelloss, glaring at him. The same glare that would have sent the golden dragons running scared.
"Stop this now."
"No." Eros replied, evil grin still in place, turning back to his victims.
With little more effort than it took to wave his hand, Xelloss destroyed Eros' fun in a second. The other two mazoku slunk off promptly, as the child spun to face the man that had just ended his fun.
"Spoilsport!" The kid yelled stamping his feet. "I wanted to do that!
"You do what I tell you, or..." he indicated the area he just destroyed. "Or that will happen to you. Now, follow." Xelloss simply stepped onto the other plan and waited for Eros to come.
Eros stared at what the older mazoku had done and wiped his eyes.
How could that purple haired meanie just come from nowhere and boss him around like that?
Then another thought popped into Eros' head that made him cry.
What if all those people were as scared as him as he was of Xelloss? Thats what his mammy had taught him. And he wanted her now.
Xelloss was almost touched enough to try and comfort the child. But moreso, he was angry with Filia. How dare that stupid little dragon fill Eros with these weaknesses?
To allow him to survive, Xelloss had to fix that, and quickly too.
Eros followed Xelloss unhappily, scared to do little more than breathe, since he'd been told to 'Stop that pathetic crying, get a move on, or else', as Xelloss took an indirect route back to Zelas.
Eros sniffed and dropped out of the astral plane, he was exhausted from using power which he'd not truely tried hard to use before now.
Exasperated, Xelloss fired at the ground next to the child to scare him into hurrying up. Eros leapt back and without thinking, mimicked his father exactly. Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, then just as Xelloss was considering giving the kid lessons in magic, the explosion hit him full on the shoulder. Cursing himself for dropping his guard he snarled at Eros.
Eros closed his eyes, cowered and awaited the response.
He knew he had nowhere to run.
