In manga Sylphiel and Xellos know each other (there was even one scene when I mistook them). My fanfic is based on anime (Filia and young Milgazia) but I prefer to make it like it was in manga.
Chapter 6
3 millions
Filia was shivering. She thanked Gods that Milgazia was with her. He had promised to be with her for this all time and help her when she would give her performance in the White Hall. Filia didn't exactly know what he had on his mind when he mentioned "helping" but she believed he would save her. Now they were walking in silent. Near the whorehouse they met Xellos.
"Oh, hear is my little nasty girl" he said when he saw her. Then he looked at Milgazia. "My, my, you have already received some offers?"
"I think you know Milgazia" said Filia with cold voice "He is a much better than you, Xellos! And he doesn't think of any stupid things!"
"Really?" Xellos opened his eyes. "You are going out together?"
"No."
"Yes."
Filia looked at Milgazia with a surprise.
"We are just friends" explain Milgazia. "But this doesn't mean you can be rude for her. Remember she is a girl who doesn't remember The War of Monster's Fall. Please treat her like innocent child, like your small sister."
"What!" shouted Filia with disbelief "I'm not innocent child!"
"Yes!" agreed Xellos "She is NOT innocent."
"I AM innocent, but I'm not a CHILD!"
"And I refuse to treat her like my small sister. In fact, she was the one who caused our hatred to begin. I really tried to be nice to her in very first seconds, but then she called me namagoni and destroyed our chance to be friends for ever."
"Really! And who was planning to use Lina and others for his own purpose?"
"Let me think… You!" he gave her mischievous smile.
"Grrrr!"
"Filia, please…" Milgazia hugged her and cooled her down.
"Don't be tricked by her gentle face. She only smells like a rose" said offended Xellos "In fact she is selfish, rude and very brutal! She only cares on herself and there aren't any other people beside her! I have never heard any good word from her, although I saved her life several times! She never thanked me! Not mention she has non-wedding child!"
"Valgaav is not my child! I adopted him! I have pure, soft heart and I do care a lot about the others! It is you who think only about yourself! You piece of filth!"
"Selfish dragon!"
"Filia, please… Oh, we should go now, shouldn't we?"
Milgazia tried to hold Filia in case she would through any spell on Xellos. The mazoku walked behind them, still very insulted.
"Filia, why did you do that?"
"Did what?"
"Argued with Xellos? Hadn't anybody told you about him and his power? He killed half of our race using his finger!"
"Really! I can't believe that since I saw him fighting with Valgaav and Supreme Elder. He can't be very skilful if he didn't manage to defeat them."
"Maybe he didn't want to. Filia, you are very precious for Golden Dragon's race, you are one of the few women left. You can't be killed, especially by Xellos. Please be patient for him and ignore him rather than argue. And if he asks you to do something, do it if you appreciate your life."
"Milgazia! I thought you would be more…" Filia began to think what exactly she had expected from him. "You told me to tolerate Xellos! The Dragon Slayer! The biggest enemy of our race!"
"You weren't on the battlefields Filia. You didn't see him in action. Now he is good because he wants to make relationships with Lina. But beware when Lina will die. He might find you and kill you. And I don't want you to be killed. Please."
Filia turned her face away from him. Behind them Xellos smiled to his thoughts.
Suddenly Milgazia stopped.
"What the…" started Filia, but he put his hand on her lips.
"Listen"
Very low talk could be heard from the backstreet. Milgazia carefully approached it and looked into it. Filia and Xellos were just behind him.
"The last time you saw vampires in the dark lane?" the dragon asked his friend.
Filia nodded. Milgazia walked into the backstreet. Now they three heard some voices. It looked like someone, a woman, was talking (her voice was full of tears) to some group. Xellos immediately recognise her:
"It's Sylphiel!"
"Who?" Filia and Milgazia looked at him.
"Sylphiel. Very good priestess, a friend of Goury. In your opinion she would be worth saving. But don't change into dragons because she will get a heart attack."
Filia and Milgazia quickly ran into the direction from which the voices were coming. With each second they began to be clearer.
"I refuse!"
"But…"
"No! You can't hurt her. However, she is stronger than all of you! If you want to die…"
"Yes. But, madam, if we don't do that, she will find you and ki…"
Filia and Milgazia saw them. The young priestess was standing opposite to two men. No doubt they were vampires. They had bloody eyes which were shining in the dark and sharp teethes which were so big that they stacked out vampire's mouths.
"LASER BRIETH!" shouted Filia.
Vampires were burned by her quick action. They decided to run, but Filia stopped them and killed with her CHAOTIC DISINTEGRATE. Milgazia quickly took Sylphiel from the crime scene and teleport to some safe place without Filia.
"YYYEAH!" screamed the young dragon.
She had missed her spells, violent and, especially, her mace. Valgaav couldn't be angry at her – she used her force against bad people.
"That was wonderful" Xellos applauded. "It's good to see your normal, violent-anger personality is back."
"Shut up Xellos! Where is Milgazia?"
"With the priestess, in the main street."
They left the lane and came back to the street. Milgazia and Sylphiel were there. Milgazia was comforting her and she was blushing.
"Aren't you hurt?"
"No, mister, I feel well, thank you."
"It's dangerous to walk alone in the night. Thanks gods I was in the neighbourhood."
"Thank you all" Sylphiel turned to Filia and Xellos.
"That's my colleagues Filia Ul Copt and Xellos."
"I know Xellos" Sylphiel tried to smile. "Nice to meet you."
"You too, Sylphiel" Xellos waved his hand. "But Milgazia is right, you shouldn't walk on your own in the night."
"Let me guide you home!" offered Milgazia quickly.
"Hey!" shouted Filia. "Aren't you already guiding me somewhere!"
"Well, Filia, I think you could go on your own." Milgazia walked to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Filia, I see you can manage with even hundred vampires. And this lonely woman is fragile and helpless. If you hadn't interfered, she would have been dead now. Someone must take care of her now."
"Tell Xellos to do that!"
"You know that I'm not someone who Xellos would listen to. Please, do it for the sake of safety of everyone."
Filia bit her lips and looked at her boots.
"Ok" she gave him an answer.
Milgazia gave her a light kiss on the forehead and went back to Sylphiel. Filia was watching them as they were walking down the street, where the temple was standing.
"Oh my, oh my, what a mess!" said Xellos.
She gave him an evil stare and continued her journey to the White Hall. He was walking next to her. His smile really got on her nerves.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked him with anger in her voice.
"Well, if you really want to know, something has just come to my mind."
"What?"
"Something very funny" he laughed. "I was wondering how much I must to pay to spend a night with you."
"NOTHING!"
"You are free? Excellent!" Xellos grasped her waist and began to teleport.
"No! I don't sell my body!" She quickly got out of his grip.
"Well, everything has a price."
"For my body, my innocence: it's priceless!" Filia was just to cast another spell. Valgaav couldn't be angry at her.
"What about 50?"
"Namagoni!"
"100?"
"Shut up!"
"200?"
"It's useless!"
"500?"
"You want me to hit you?"
"Ok, three thousands."
"You treat me like a cheap slut!"
"Still too low? Ok, five thousands."
"You are joking!"
"One million but nothing more!"
"Stupid mazoku!"
"Selfish dragon! And what will you tell me about 2 millions?"
"You must be kidding! You don't have 2 millions!"
"Well, my mistress could give me as many as I want, but not to much. Three millions is my last word."
"Ok, but at first I want to see them all."
"We can even sleep on them!" and without any more words he snatched her and teleport far, far away.
