Deliver Me
By: Miss Fi
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I simply put them in new circumstances.
Chapter Four
Filia awoke straight from deep sleep with a cry. She did not understand how or why, but she knew without doubt that Xellos was dying. Leaping from her slumber she raced to her friends rooms, banging wildly on their doors for them to help. Frantically, she roused the group and in short pants of breath told them what was happening.
Without questions or arguments they set to work. They would summon Xellos from the astral plane, essentially dragging him to them. They performed their tasks with deadly urgency, as if they were prepared for such a task. Filia watched in amazement. They had not once asked her why she cared or how she knew such information. They simply set to the task.
Lina, Zelgadis, and Amelia prepared a summoning circle to draw their sometimes ally and friend from the astral plane to safety. Zelgadis was critical to the summoning because of his grasp of Shamanic magic and understanding of the astral plane. Lina would provide the necessary power to boost Zelgadis' spell, and Amelia was the stopgap to complete the spell and close the tear they were about to rip between the planes. This kind of spell could be dangerous if the portal wasn't closed properly because it would leave a doorway for many other terrible things to enter their realm.
Within moments the room was alight with the electrical currents of powerful magic. There was a pressure building inside the room that took the breath from the lungs. The power pulsed in regular waves of energy that became increasingly short in timing. Suddenly when another pulse would have been too much to bear; a tear ripped into existence inside the summoning circle. With an audible pop a bloodied and flaccid Xellos was dropped to the floor. The energy waves that had been so intense were gone and all that remained was a charred mark on the floor where the circle had been.
Choking back a strangled sob Filia rushed to the body lying crumpled on the floor and cradled him to her body. She felt the faintest stirring and then nothing. Amelia inspected the gravely injured Mazoku and pronounced that he lived, but would need much care to survive his ordeals. With this Gourry moved in to pick up the feather light monster and gently deposited him in Filia's suite. Without comment the group left Filia alone with an unconscious Xellos for the remainder of the night.
Filia immediately set to inspecting Xellos' injuries and wounds and gently cleaning the blood from his torn body. She gently moved the violet hair from his face with the faintest of touches and received a small twitch of his lips for reward.
With him cleaned up and resting quietly on her bed, Filia sat and stared at her charge. Why was she doing this? He was an evil, murdering monster, and it was in her power to destroy him. She should gleefully take advantage of his pain and suffering; but that was the problem. Evil revelled in pain and suffering; Filia was good. To wish harm to another was evil regardless of who the unfortunate was. Therefore for Filia to rescue her enemy she was actually doing a great good by acting benevolent. With this logic firmly in place in her mind she convinced herself that she was only acting out her pure nature, nothing more.
Several long days passed and Xellos had not yet woken. Filia dutifully kept watch over his sleeping form and continued to treat his wounds. He looked so helpless and vulnerable bundled in her bed she mused. How was it possible that he was so evil and corrupted when he slept so peacefully? How could he be the one monster responsible for so many deaths to her people? Filia had plenty of time to contemplate these facts and to think about her own history.