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Disturbing Relations

"Alright, Cyclonis. What's this all about?"

Zelgadis clenched his sword handle as he stood in front of a relaxed Cyclonis. For some odd reason or another, she had sent a letter to him in request of his immediate presence. He went with caution, knowing from his experience how these things went. If this was a request to do something bad in exchange for his cure, he would demand the cure first and test it on his skin before agreeing to do whatever she had planned. After all, it wasn't the first time he had done this.

The young empress looked up at his glowering face before saying, "Relax, Zelgadis. Why don't you sit down and have a drink?" Zelgadis was skeptic at first at first, but he soon found himself sitting down and drinking coffee. It was strange how she wanted to meet him personally and in a café of all things. Maybe she had anticipated that if she was going to be threatened, she was going to have witnesses.

"So, do you wonder why I ask to meet with you?" The chimera remained silent as he drank his coffee. "… Well, I recently come across something that surprisingly deals with you as much as it does me."

Zelgadis set his coffee down and looked over at her. "So, I'm guessing this is not some fiendish plan where you turn me into a berserk monster or something."

"Quite the contrary; it's more of an interesting discovery." Cyclonis then pulled out an old journal and placed it on the table. As Zelgadis went back to drinking, she opened it up and began reading from a certain page.

"After securing another terra, I find myself coming to the realization of my mortality and the need to produce an heir. Unfortunately, I have not found my equal, my one who would surely produce a powerful successor to my empress. That is until my guards found a trespasser in the grand library. I didn't know why he was there since I can't imagine a blind person reading. But his aura when he apologized for the intrusion had… intrigued me."

Zelgadis listened in but continued to drink his coffee. Cyclonis, seeing his disinterest, spoke up, "The blind man's name was Rezo." He nearly coughed up his drink when she spoke. She surely didn't mean that Rezo, right? Seeing the chimera's expression, she continued to read from where she had left off.

"His incomprehensible power and enthralling personality attracted me like a butterfly to a flower. I don't care about his so-called status; I must have him bear me an heir! Unfortunately, he had been seemingly unaware of my advances. So, tonight, I plan on locking the two of us in my private chambers until he submits. I shall enjoy his body as we-"

Cyclonis quickly shut the book with her face turning red. "I think you can pretty much guess what happens afterwards."

Zelgadis had the same darken shade on his face, trying to come up with a perfectly good reason for all of this. After all, it couldn't have been the actual Rezo. It may have been someone with the same name as him or a copycat that was inspire by him, or even a clone. But after rethinking what he had heard, it was certain that it was the Red-Robed priest himself.

After getting the disturbing mental picture of Rezo and an Elder Master Cyclonis out of his mind, he looked over at the present Cyclonis and asked, "Okay, what does it have to do with me?"

Cyclonis took a moment to compose herself. "Nine months later, she gave birth to my father, who would later have me. If what my grandmother wrote in this is true, then not only would my Grandfather be Rezo but that would make us half-cousins." Zelgadis almost choked again, but he managed to finish up his coffee. "Also, in accordance to the law, that would make you a potential successor since we share blood on your Great Grandfather's side. Granted, he wasn't the ruler of Cyclonia or anything. But still…"

Zelgadis could see where this was going. "Look, Cyclonis," He slammed his hand on the table. "I have no interesting in taking over your position. In fact, I doubt your loyal subject will like seeing a heartless mystical swordsman running things. Given that and the fact that I have other things to do, you have nothing to worry about."

Cyclonis gave him an icy stare, one that would almost match his. He soon noticed a smirk formed as she relaxed in her chair. "Alright, I'll buy it." Zelgadis sighed, thanking that she was at least a bit understanding. That was until she said, "Oh, and do you mind standing on that big red X over there?"

Zelgadis glanced over to see the X on the ground and above it, a big piano that was being held up by three Talons. He then looked back at the empress with a sweatdrop forming. She simply went to drinking her tea.

In the Afterlife~

"MINE!"

The ghost of Rezo watched as Zelgadis' grandmother, Grandma Cyclonis, and Eris duked it out. As he watched, he worried that this might be unhealthy for him.

Author's Notes:

Hi, peeps! Sorry for not updating for such a long time. Been getting back into the writing grove and all. I think my writing class helped with that. Hopefully, I can keep this up and get back to my other projects.

Anyway, this particular piece has been on my mind for quite some time. Given, I think it's fan theory that Rezo is a womanizer. But still, I imagined the previous Cyclonis locking both her and Rezo in a room together after meeting him… The rest is not pretty.

This also means that Zelgadis is related to Cyclonis, thus making him a threat to her position. Granted, he would probably not try to usurp her, but that's not going to stop her from trying to off him out of the picture. I think he should stick with it. There's many benefits to being a ruler of an evil empire.

So, Please Read and Review!