Suicide: (Soo-i-sIde) n. What happens when pain exceeds the resources for coping with pain.
Felodese
Author's Note: Welcome to my first full-length fanfic. I hope that you like it, and that either way you will let me know! I am still rather new to all of this, however, I have already figured out the basic plot of the story, so bare with me. This first chapter is more like an introduction… oh-well!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Slayers. I would, however, love to own Lina's traveling outfit. Should anyone know how to make it (and I'm not talking about using styrofoam) please let me know!
Chapter 1: Divine Intervention
The flush of red made for a perfect contrast to her pale skin. 'Fitting…' she thought to herself. The feeling of her own life-force slipping from her, her loneliness and sorrow melting away into nothing at all. Death wasn't a release, it was nothing. Nothing was better than what she had been feeling. She briefly wondered if she would become a legend before slipping into unconsciousness.
'Oh no you don't' thought the golden light, 'I'm not through with you yet.'
In his personal hot spring on Wolf Pack Island Xellos looked up from his glass of wine he had been sipping. A speck of gold, a piece of glitter was floating two feet in front of him.
"Ne?" he opened his eyes, "What's this?"
'My Xellos, stop her,' whispered into him.
"Great Mother?" he asked, "Stop wh…"
Chaotic scenes flashed in front of him. He saw Lina, Gourry, Amelia, Filia, Zelgadis, and himself after defeating Darkstar. He saw Filia leave with Valgaav's egg. He saw himself leave. He saw Zelgadis leave. Then Amelia followed by Gourry's marriage with Sypiell. He watched Amelia's wedding to Prince Jericho. He watched as Lina wandered aimlessly. He watched as she cried herself to sleep, all alone. He felt her dying as she lay on the ground, a bloody dagger nearby and her wrists slit wide open.
Xellos felt himself grow angry as he watched, 'They just left her?'
The sight of Lina lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood was enough to cause the mazoku to jump out of the bath and drop his glass. Remembering to add his clothes, he immediately teleported to the location the Lord of Nightmares had shown him.
The purple haired priest looked down at the dying beauty in front of him. Absently he noticed that it was difficult to tell where the blood stopped and her hair started.
'I can't heal her. I could turn her into a mazoku, but L-sama said to stop her…' Xellos grinned and began chanting a long forgotten spell.
Pandemonium swirled around the dark priest. Xellos' chanting became more fervent as silvery black and purple tendrils wrapped themselves around the sorceress' petite form lifting her into the air. As the spell reached it's climax a sudden burst of brilliant golden light split the night.
Xellos, however, did not see it. Drained, he slumped to the ground and promptly fell asleep.