Silver's Story

Disclaimer: I don't own Konjiki no Gash Bell.
Notes: Spoilers for the movie, the England Adventure, and mentions of other characters.


3: Crypt

Zeon sat on his small cot, looking over the large book he had found earlier. It referred to some kind of Mirror as one way to gain power, but a partner was needed for that.

Before the finding of his partner, Zeon wanted to be strong enough to impress him or her.

So he needed to be so much stronger than he was now. He wouldn't be weak enough to want the mirror. After all, it was forbidden anyway. Before the War, anything goes, but Zeon wanted to be clean during the battles.

However, the book was ancient and needed a large space that wouldn't be disturbed for the ritual to work. Zeon had been thinking long and hard, but he couldn't figure out a place to perform it.

Then his eyes snapped open. He knew the perfect place, or at least, where it was. It was a place rumored to have been used to their ancestors, and hadn't been used since the owner of the key had disappeared a millennia ago.

Grabbing the book, Zeon bolted out of his room to find the crypt of the owner of the key's mother, known only the Empress of the Sun. Her daughter, before disappearing, had been the Maiden of the Moon.


Zeon stared at the gates to the crypt. It was covered in cobwebs, and looked like it hadn't been touched in a long time. He looked at the center, where a keyhole covered in dust sat on a lock. Zeon looked at it closely. Could he somehow break it…?

Gingerly, Zeon tapped the lock. To his surprise and pleasure, it fell onto the ground and turned into dust. A broad smile graced his face, showing off his teeth. Gash had two fangs. Zeon had none. This upset Zeon more, and so the demon thrust the doors open and looked around.

There was writing covering the walls, pictures of moons, crescent to be exact, and suns on the ceiling, and in the back was a large coffin. Zeon ran over to the floor and propped his book open by the wall. He flipped the pages open until a diagram of complex shapes was shown across two pages.

Grabbing an old looking stone, he dragged it across the back of his left arm. Then, with his right hand, he grabbed a brush and dipped it in his own blood. Surprised it didn't hurt, Zeon missed the book glowing again. Instead, he began to paint the shapes onto the floor, dipping back into his arm every so often.

Finally, it was done. Zeon's hand was a bit sore from painting, and his arm stung, but it was dull, numb pain. He looked at the book and began chanting the words below the description of the spell.

Zeon, not being a lowly ningen, did not know the phrase: "Read the fine print."

Because below the description in the place Zeon assumed was doodles of the previous owner, was small print. Warnings, to be precise.

But Zeon didn't have time to look closer, since the blood on the floor glowed an eerie silver color and the book snapped shut, the symbols on the cover glowing bright.

End 3

END NOTE: The next chapter is the scene that inspired the whole story. Not for the sqeamish.