Chapter Eleven – Xellos! Zillas' Ragna Claw!
Zillas was lost, plain, and simple.
I shouldn't have teleported away like that, she thought. I have no clue as to where I am!
She had been wandering around for hours, lost in a huge forest that was, undoubtedly, far from where she had been camping. Grumbling many colourful remarks under her breath, Zillas carried on walking in what she hoped was a westward direction. Why west? Simple – they had been travelling that way before Zillas overheard Gorian and Silvira's talk. Granted that she could have pretended that it hadn't happened, but that just wasn't in Zillas' nature, she hated to pretend that something happened when, in harsh reality, it had.
She was so busy thinking that she didn't notice the presence until she was stopped in her tracks by a figure dressed in black boots, black pants, a white long-sleeve top, white gloves, and a black priest's cape. She blinked and looked up into his face.
His eyes were closed, but he appeared to be looking straight at her. His hair was purple, like hers, and he had this incredibly stupid (but oddly cute) grin on his face.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
He continued to grin at her, holding his black staff in his right hand while he put a finger to his lips with his left hand.
"That's a secret," he said. "But I know who you are, Zillas Metallium."
She was on the defensive immediately – the only people who knew her name were Silvira and Gorian, not some guy who literally appeared out of nowhere.
"How do you know that name?!" she demanded, suddenly wishing that she had a weapon besides her spells.
He opened his eyes fully and looked at her.
She shivered as she looked into his elliptical, amethyst eyes. They were so…dark, so evil, that it frightened her.
But they were also her eyes – she knew [I] who [/I] this man was!
"Xellos?!" she growled. "You son of a BITCH!"
She swung a punch at him, but he merely blocked her fist with his staff.
"Now, now, pumpkin," he remarked, still looking at him with his eyes wide open. "Your Grandmother wants you to come with me."
Zillas snarled. "Like hell I will!" she spat. "Because of you, I'm a fucking half-breed! A MONSTER!"
Xellos smirked, feeding off her anger. He had wanted to meet her for a while, but her 'teacher' had shielded her astral body from him, but now that she had run off…
"Come with daddy, pumpkin," he said.
Zillas snapped, a spell forming in her mind. Gorian had told her that only the most powerful spells could harm Xellos, so why not create one now, and use it on him?
She raised her hands, an aura of power swirling around her as she began to chant.
"Dark Lord of Nightmares, give me your power! Ragna Claws!"
Xellos' eyes widened as triple-bladed claws appeared on each of Zillas' hands – claws created from pure black magick! Before he could even blink, she swung her fists, the dark claws biting into his side, drawing the darkness that was his 'blood'. He stopped levitating and stumbled backwards, clutching his side, a surprised look on his face.
She just called on L-Sama's power! he thought. I didn't think that it was possible for anybody with Mazoku blood to do that!
Zillas advanced on him, hatred showing plainly on her face. She growled and put the claws to his throat.
"Go tell my grandmother that I'll fight her every step of the way," she snarled. "I serve Lord Gaav, not that bitch Zelas!"
Xellos smirked at her. "If that's the way you want it, fine," he said. "Goodbye, pumpkin."
He vanished just as a group of Demon Wolves appeared around her. Zillas snarled and held up her fists, the Ragna Claws glowing darkly.
"Bring it on," she growled.
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Later, Zillas just appeared in between Silvira and Gorian, who were worried sick.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully. She blinked when they jumped from shock and promptly fell over. "Whaaaaaaaat?"
Author's Notes: Yes, people, Zillas can take Xellos on one-on-one if she takes him by surprise. Granted that she probably won't be able to do that again… Hehe.