Chaos I: Blood.
Zelgadiss stared at his hands. Beautiful hands, really. He loved them. They were delicate-looking, from a pale blue, fine and long fingered. He liked his hands.
His thoughts trailed off again. What had he been thinking of?
Mental pools, he had a tendency to forget what had he been thinking about. It was down already. Zelgadiss stared at the sun. Hated it. Hated down, preferred darkness. In darkness you could hide, breathe calmly, he could forget what he was chasing, what he was expecting.
Dawn came.
He hated it, days passed and he felt alone. He felt sad and useless. None understood him. He didn't understand himself.
Hid dagger was beautiful, it gleamed beautifully in the dawn and it made a nice contrast against his blue skin. He didn't like his body. His figure yes, he liked that, but he hated the rest. Depression was too heavy to bear . The dagger fall to the floor, forgotten by the moment.
The room was messy. He should clean it. But what would be the sense in doing so? No one would come.
He stood still in the center of the room.
Grandfather used to come. He had given him the dagger, had given him his body and his beautiful hands, he had gave him something to feel.
Rezo was dead.
It was a pity.
He walked threw the dusty corridors to the room of his grandfather. He felt alone, hated the day and it's light.
What a disaster.
Everything was different of what he wanted, and he always wanted more. Always thirsty of it, drowning in his own self-pity.
He hated himself.
What had he been thinking of? He didn't remembered. Something to do with someone arriving.
Xellos?
Yes, it was that. Xellos was coming here, he had to ...
Zelgadiss stopped in front of his room, the doorknob in his hands, the form so still he one could think it was a statue.
Xellos had left.
Xellos had left him because he couldn't stand the way he was. The way his chaotic thoughts had changed, because his own self-insufficiency.
Zelgadiss gaze was on his hands again.
They were hideous, designed to hurt. Made of a soft blue and he loved them.
He dropped the doorknob like if it was burning.
Zelgadiss thoughts took the better of him again. When he regained control he was in the hot water of the bath. He thought that he should clean because everything was destroyed, or Rezo would get mad at him.
But Xellos had left, so he didn't care what his grandfather had to say. He could yell at him, or even beat him...
But he couldn't because Rezo was dead.
He had loved Xellos too much, and the Mazoku couldn't handle it.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, water running its way threw the slim line of his body. Many people had liked his body, it was a beautiful body indeed, nothing to do with one he had left behind. He stared at his hands, liked them, took the dagger and liked its silvery form even more. Also designed to hut, but in a more pure way.
He started to make tiny slices in his fingertips.
Blood was beautiful Shone even brighter in the sunlight than in night.
So bright it hurt. Hurt like the sun. Hurt like love.
Zelgadiss loved his blood, was hungry of it, many had been hungry of it. He sucked at one finger feeling the metallic flavor. Nothing to do with Mazoku blood. His blood had been cold and harsh, it tasted like ice and glass, it tasted soft, his own blood never was like that, it was hot, wonderfully hot and metallic.
A tiny smile appeared in his lips, darkness took him again.
What had he been thinking? He didn't remembered, really didn't cared about it. It was a later than midday, the sun strangely hot against his skin.
He hated sun, hated those purple eyes staring at him.
"Zelgadiss. " said the Mazoku. Zelgadiss blinked, staring at him. "Why are you here, Zelgadiss?" Zelgadiss cocked his head.
Why was he in Rezo's mansion? It was all messy, he should have fixed it a bit, after the whole incident with Shabranigudu's reborn none had come, only a small part of it was still integrate.
Zelgadiss was in the tower, now without a roof, and letting the sun dance over his skin. He felt too tired to move, felt like if he had been beaten very badly.
"I wanted to come." Was the simple answer. "Why?" Asked the demon.
Zelgadiss stared at the sun. Hated it. "Where else could I go? There is no where for me. Anywhere."
He felt alone.
"You could have go with Lina." "Lina hates me. Never forgave me for preferring you." Zelgadiss rested on his side, the sun hurt. Hated it. He was alone.
Dry blood over his fingers.
That was sad. He couldn't clear his mind. "Why are you alone, Zel?" Asked the demon. Zelgadiss eyes turned towards him.
"You hate me, don't you?" asked Xellos.
Zelgadiss shook his head. He lifted up, wrapped his arms around his knees and stared at the floor.
"You should, it would be better for you."
Zelgadiss nodded, silence in the hot day.
Zelgadiss stared at his hands. Beautiful hands, really. He loved them. They were delicate-looking, from a pale blue, fine and long fingered. He liked his hands.
His thoughts trailed off again. What had he been thinking of?
Mental pools, he had a tendency to forget what had he been thinking about. It was down already. Zelgadiss stared at the sun. Hated it. Hated down, preferred darkness. In darkness you could hide, breathe calmly, he could forget what he was chasing, what he was expecting.
Dawn came.
He hated it, days passed and he felt alone. He felt sad and useless. None understood him. He didn't understand himself.
Hid dagger was beautiful, it gleamed beautifully in the dawn and it made a nice contrast against his blue skin. He didn't like his body. His figure yes, he liked that, but he hated the rest. Depression was too heavy to bear . The dagger fall to the floor, forgotten by the moment.
The room was messy. He should clean it. But what would be the sense in doing so? No one would come.
He stood still in the center of the room.
Grandfather used to come. He had given him the dagger, had given him his body and his beautiful hands, he had gave him something to feel.
Rezo was dead.
It was a pity.
He walked threw the dusty corridors to the room of his grandfather. He felt alone, hated the day and it's light.
What a disaster.
Everything was different of what he wanted, and he always wanted more. Always thirsty of it, drowning in his own self-pity.
He hated himself.
What had he been thinking of? He didn't remembered. Something to do with someone arriving.
Xellos?
Yes, it was that. Xellos was coming here, he had to ...
Zelgadiss stopped in front of his room, the doorknob in his hands, the form so still he one could think it was a statue.
Xellos had left.
Xellos had left him because he couldn't stand the way he was. The way his chaotic thoughts had changed, because his own self-insufficiency.
Zelgadiss gaze was on his hands again.
They were hideous, designed to hurt. Made of a soft blue and he loved them.
He dropped the doorknob like if it was burning.
Zelgadiss thoughts took the better of him again. When he regained control he was in the hot water of the bath. He thought that he should clean because everything was destroyed, or Rezo would get mad at him.
But Xellos had left, so he didn't care what his grandfather had to say. He could yell at him, or even beat him...
But he couldn't because Rezo was dead.
He had loved Xellos too much, and the Mazoku couldn't handle it.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, water running its way threw the slim line of his body. Many people had liked his body, it was a beautiful body indeed, nothing to do with one he had left behind. He stared at his hands, liked them, took the dagger and liked its silvery form even more. Also designed to hut, but in a more pure way.
He started to make tiny slices in his fingertips.
Blood was beautiful Shone even brighter in the sunlight than in night.
So bright it hurt. Hurt like the sun. Hurt like love.
Zelgadiss loved his blood, was hungry of it, many had been hungry of it. He sucked at one finger feeling the metallic flavor. Nothing to do with Mazoku blood. His blood had been cold and harsh, it tasted like ice and glass, it tasted soft, his own blood never was like that, it was hot, wonderfully hot and metallic.
A tiny smile appeared in his lips, darkness took him again.
What had he been thinking? He didn't remembered, really didn't cared about it. It was a later than midday, the sun strangely hot against his skin.
He hated sun, hated those purple eyes staring at him.
"Zelgadiss. " said the Mazoku. Zelgadiss blinked, staring at him. "Why are you here, Zelgadiss?" Zelgadiss cocked his head.
Why was he in Rezo's mansion? It was all messy, he should have fixed it a bit, after the whole incident with Shabranigudu's reborn none had come, only a small part of it was still integrate.
Zelgadiss was in the tower, now without a roof, and letting the sun dance over his skin. He felt too tired to move, felt like if he had been beaten very badly.
"I wanted to come." Was the simple answer. "Why?" Asked the demon.
Zelgadiss stared at the sun. Hated it. "Where else could I go? There is no where for me. Anywhere."
He felt alone.
"You could have go with Lina." "Lina hates me. Never forgave me for preferring you." Zelgadiss rested on his side, the sun hurt. Hated it. He was alone.
Dry blood over his fingers.
That was sad. He couldn't clear his mind. "Why are you alone, Zel?" Asked the demon. Zelgadiss eyes turned towards him.
"You hate me, don't you?" asked Xellos.
Zelgadiss shook his head. He lifted up, wrapped his arms around his knees and stared at the floor.
"You should, it would be better for you."
Zelgadiss nodded, silence in the hot day.