Is it wicked of me to write an  angsty pointless snippet? Well I dedicate it to Yuta because I still feel like ass. And my honey didn't get an e-mail from me for months. As I think of it now it's somewhat trailer like so I might explain it in a longer story but there needs to be some  sort of stimulus [even if I doubt someone would like to read it :]

Special thanks goes to Tanigawa who was a wonderful beta reader J for this.

AND ALONG CAME MONSTER

         He shivered as he heard the shuffling sound of uncaring feet behind him. A cold hand on the side of his face and the gentle caress on his cheek brings on another shudder that runs all through his body, mixing his emotions. Fear. Desire. Pain. Longing. Disgust. Need. Anger. Hunger. And many more. The menacing presence of the creature hiding behind human exterior made his skin crawl. The memories of past years came back to hunt and taunt. Lina–tachi and their recklessness in dealing with the creature. His recklessness as well. He should have known. But not even mistress Xelas knew. They were all so blind…

      …His mistress' lies. His own stupidity… oh, that angered him the most. The betrayal. All he believed in. All his life was nothing more than a lie. And the creature told him that. He was finally forced to open his eyes. And what he saw wasn't a pretty view. But before that happened 'Zel' became a part of the mazoku's world. He was their jester. A mascot, that everybody liked, thinking he was harmless but useful. Oh fools! What fools they were! The untouchable king of the hill. He was always miles ahead of them all, even if they didn't know that. He knew more than he admitted to but that's one of the primary rules of survival in mazoku's crazy world. He knew all the dirty secrets. All the lies. They harmed him and he let them do so. He waited patiently. Giving them what they wanted. Or just making them believe he was. And then it started.

  Zel recovered his true form. He went back to how Xelas created him. The balance had to be kept and each mazoku lord could create only two minions. No more. No less. His lips sealed the way his mistress wanted them to be after he rebelled. Choosing free will over power. But Zel's not weak anymore. L-sama's anger. That's what he is now. Restorer of the balance. He could have picked any form for himself. Any given shape. But he chose to keep the one he had, even with all the signs of abuse that marked his existence. Scars and wounds…Xel didn't understand. Why? What for?

"As a reminder. Of what you all are. Of how much you all care," whispered words filled his head not bothering with passing through Xel's ears. Zel's hand absently caressed his arm while the other cupped his cheek, a faint smile playing across the lips. He must be enjoying my confusion. He moved his hand from the arm and captivated the face of his former lover in a gentle yet firm grip. The violet-haired mazoku found himself forced to look at the creature now standing in front of him. Mocking. 

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and that is it for now :]