NoV: Argh!! I can't believe the chapters got switched like that! (smacks
her head into a wall)
Amelia: Yes, but it's no excuse to go on a rampage of self-mutilation!
NoV: Anyway, I guess by now, you guys have figured out that the chapters are subsequent lyrics from the Evanescence song My Immortal. Isn't Evanescence the greatest?? (glares at Evvy haters) But, anyway, here's part three before anyone else interrupts—
Gourry: WAAAAAIIITTT!!
NoV: -.-0 On with part three, I say!!
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Filia blinked in confusion. What had just happened? She was taking a bath, saw a spider, got out of the bath.....and then? It was as if she had blacked out for a few minutes. Like a greater force had kicked her out of her own head.
Suddenly, she remembered purple. Purple and black. Whispering something into someone's ear.
"Wait!" she said aloud, upon sudden realization. "Wasn't Xelloss just here? And I'm only wearing a towel?? No....that can't be right!" she decided. "I must really be sick!" She reached into her medicine cabinet for the thermometer. She placed the instrument under her tongue and began to pace while she waited for the results.
Maybe she was having an allergic reaction to that dust she had inhaled. That seemed logical enough. Hallucinations could very easily be a part of an allergic reaction. There was certainly no way that she could ever feel genial toward that repulsive monster.
BEEP, BEEP.
She checked the thermometer. "Normal, huh?" She sighed. "Maybe I should just go and lie down." She scooped up Valgaav's egg and walked carefully to her bedroom, hoping she wouldn't blackout on the way.
At last, she made it to her bed. She placed the egg on a pillow and sank into the feathery texture of her bed, falling instantly into sleep's warm grip.
--
Filia pounded the dough into a flat spread and stuck her cookie cutter into it, yielding a heart-shaped cookie, ready for baking. Once she had used up all the dough, she put all of the tan-colored hearts on the cookie sheet and into her modest oven.
She leaned against the counter and sighed, wiping off a sheen of sweat from her forehead. She couldn't believe she was getting overheated already. She hadn't even begun to bake today!
Suddenly, a presence loomed behind her. She knew who it was, and turned around to greet him. "Xelloss-sama!" she exclaimed, pulling him down from his floating position to the floor. She squeezed tightly around his shoulders and said, "I'm baking you some cookies! They should be done anytime now!" He smiled affably. Filia's eyes welled up with blissful tears. "Oh, Xelloss! Let's get married!!"
"Yes!" he agreed, vigorously. "We must join in union that which has been forced apart by customs and traditions! We must do it immediately! I know a wonderful preacher."
She nearly burst with euphoria. "And let's have a dozen children!"
"No, we should have two dozen!" he argued. "That's two litters! Oh, we can teach them all the things to know about being demons!"
"That sounds like a dream come true!" she consented, giggling happily..
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Filia jerked out of her bed, screaming and pulling at her hair. "NO! NO!!! I won't let you teach my children any demon rituals!!!!" She took in the room for the first time. "Oh, heavens," she murmured, seeing only Val's silent egg, staring at her and probably raising its invisible eyebrow. "Why did I have to have such a HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE??" she wailed.
Feeling unmistakably puny and out of sorts, the priestess fumbled with her cloak, trying to rid herself of the excess weight. She didn't realize what she was doing until she walked right into the bedpost and banged her knee against it. She cursed and fumed at the devious post which had cruelly taken advantage of her weakened state.
She sighed a grief-stricken sigh. "I'm going to have to visit the Elders," she said, decidedly. "They will surely know a solution to this problem." She fastened her cloak back into place. "I can't trust myself without their guidance anymore."
She scooped up her adored egg, grabbed her herb-filled satchel, and left her home, in hopes that she would find a cure for this condition.
On an afterthought, she hurried back inside her house, and took a sample of the smashed urn that she had yet to clean up.
"This may be useful," she resolved.
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NoV: This was hard for me to write for some reason....oh, well! Next time, Filia goes to visit the Elders who tell her the shocking truth, which is--- bwahaha! You have to read the next chapter for such info, you sillies!
Amelia: Yes, but it's no excuse to go on a rampage of self-mutilation!
NoV: Anyway, I guess by now, you guys have figured out that the chapters are subsequent lyrics from the Evanescence song My Immortal. Isn't Evanescence the greatest?? (glares at Evvy haters) But, anyway, here's part three before anyone else interrupts—
Gourry: WAAAAAIIITTT!!
NoV: -.-0 On with part three, I say!!
--
Filia blinked in confusion. What had just happened? She was taking a bath, saw a spider, got out of the bath.....and then? It was as if she had blacked out for a few minutes. Like a greater force had kicked her out of her own head.
Suddenly, she remembered purple. Purple and black. Whispering something into someone's ear.
"Wait!" she said aloud, upon sudden realization. "Wasn't Xelloss just here? And I'm only wearing a towel?? No....that can't be right!" she decided. "I must really be sick!" She reached into her medicine cabinet for the thermometer. She placed the instrument under her tongue and began to pace while she waited for the results.
Maybe she was having an allergic reaction to that dust she had inhaled. That seemed logical enough. Hallucinations could very easily be a part of an allergic reaction. There was certainly no way that she could ever feel genial toward that repulsive monster.
BEEP, BEEP.
She checked the thermometer. "Normal, huh?" She sighed. "Maybe I should just go and lie down." She scooped up Valgaav's egg and walked carefully to her bedroom, hoping she wouldn't blackout on the way.
At last, she made it to her bed. She placed the egg on a pillow and sank into the feathery texture of her bed, falling instantly into sleep's warm grip.
--
Filia pounded the dough into a flat spread and stuck her cookie cutter into it, yielding a heart-shaped cookie, ready for baking. Once she had used up all the dough, she put all of the tan-colored hearts on the cookie sheet and into her modest oven.
She leaned against the counter and sighed, wiping off a sheen of sweat from her forehead. She couldn't believe she was getting overheated already. She hadn't even begun to bake today!
Suddenly, a presence loomed behind her. She knew who it was, and turned around to greet him. "Xelloss-sama!" she exclaimed, pulling him down from his floating position to the floor. She squeezed tightly around his shoulders and said, "I'm baking you some cookies! They should be done anytime now!" He smiled affably. Filia's eyes welled up with blissful tears. "Oh, Xelloss! Let's get married!!"
"Yes!" he agreed, vigorously. "We must join in union that which has been forced apart by customs and traditions! We must do it immediately! I know a wonderful preacher."
She nearly burst with euphoria. "And let's have a dozen children!"
"No, we should have two dozen!" he argued. "That's two litters! Oh, we can teach them all the things to know about being demons!"
"That sounds like a dream come true!" she consented, giggling happily..
--
Filia jerked out of her bed, screaming and pulling at her hair. "NO! NO!!! I won't let you teach my children any demon rituals!!!!" She took in the room for the first time. "Oh, heavens," she murmured, seeing only Val's silent egg, staring at her and probably raising its invisible eyebrow. "Why did I have to have such a HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE??" she wailed.
Feeling unmistakably puny and out of sorts, the priestess fumbled with her cloak, trying to rid herself of the excess weight. She didn't realize what she was doing until she walked right into the bedpost and banged her knee against it. She cursed and fumed at the devious post which had cruelly taken advantage of her weakened state.
She sighed a grief-stricken sigh. "I'm going to have to visit the Elders," she said, decidedly. "They will surely know a solution to this problem." She fastened her cloak back into place. "I can't trust myself without their guidance anymore."
She scooped up her adored egg, grabbed her herb-filled satchel, and left her home, in hopes that she would find a cure for this condition.
On an afterthought, she hurried back inside her house, and took a sample of the smashed urn that she had yet to clean up.
"This may be useful," she resolved.
--
NoV: This was hard for me to write for some reason....oh, well! Next time, Filia goes to visit the Elders who tell her the shocking truth, which is--- bwahaha! You have to read the next chapter for such info, you sillies!