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nikka-chi: Omg, I've almost written 30 chapters! Woah...:O I am so good.
Xelloss: I don't mean to interrupt, but aren't you supposed to be doing the disclaimer?
nikka-chi: Ah, right. Err, Gourry why don't you do it?
Gourry: But I'm not even in this story!
nikka-chi: That's ok Gourry. Do it anyways or I'll kill you :)
Zelgadiss: 'sigh' Since you idiots can't do this right, I guess I'm the one that has to do it.
nikka-chi: Would you Zelly-chan? That's so sweet of you! :3
Zelgadiss: nikka-chi does not own anything of The Slayers, and all copyrights go to its respectful owner and creator.
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Zel stepped back, both mystified and a little scared, as a whirlwind started to encircle Lina's small body. Her hair whipped all around while her clothes flapped in the wind, she grasped the spear firmly trying to both control the power and keep her body under control.
Calming down the winds, she turned away from Zel, and faced the king and his apprentice. "What are you?"
She asked, her voice echoed by a much stronger, and deeper monotone. The man behind the king motioned for him to sit back down, and stepped forward. "What am I? That's not important at the moment, Ms. Lina. But you are keen for noticing that I am not a human."
"How did you know my name?"
"I know many things, Lina Inverse, many things."
"Interesting." Lina mused, still struggling to keep the flow of power intact, but not showing it.
Her eyes slowly traveling to the king, her eyes narrowed once they fell upon him. "I will take away your land and your half of the spear, and rule in your place as queen." She stated without smugness, taking one step forward and raising her lance chest high.
The king's eyes only widened for a second, before his lips curled upwards into a vicious snarl. "Xaldin, take care of this wench. I won't interfere until it is absoulutely neccesary." His gaze met hers before speaking again, and his words came out in a slow drawl. "Wouldn't want to get my hands dirty." Xaldin bowed his head. "Yes, my king.
Lina flinched, nearly losing control. Muttering a curse, she swung her lance forward, sending a lighting bolt flying toward the king. Xaldin suddenly materialized before it and sucked it into the palm of his hand. Giving the mute Lina a smile, he teleported to stand just before her. "Lina Inverse, you will die here."
Raising his arm, Lina watched as a blade began to morph out of his hand, black lighting coiling itself around the pointed tip. His arm cackled and blinked, the whole room seemed to shake with the lighting itself, and Lina's eyes lowered into slits. Whatever it was, it struck down, breaking through her barrier. Surprise caught her off guard for only a moment before she jumped back hastily, the spear increasing her agility as well as her reflexes.
Xaldin laughed, making another lunge, but his attack was parried by Zelgadiss's sword. "I'll stand in your place as his opponent, Lina, just get the other half of the spear!"
Hesitating, Lina sighed before nodding, and turned her head towards the king. He looked bored, his eyelids drooping in a careless manner, and she just had to smile at his obvious show of some serious balls. Teleporting into the air above him, she brought the spear down, causing an immediate explosion of the shield his own lance held.
Bellowing in pain as the shield reversed itself onto him, the king raised his own spear to shoot an immense amount of fire up at the sorceress. Dodging easily, Lina didn't have time to move again as a black lightning bolt came from the side. After recovering, she turned to see Xaldin with his foot crushing into Zelgadiss's torso, and his swordarm pointed towards her.
"Stay out of this, mazoku." She nearly growled.
"Not a chance, little priestess." Lina blinked, unconsciously letting her guard down for the moment. "Priestess?" Xaldin smirked, raising his eyebrows and shrugging innocently. Her face fell into a scowl, and she bit into her lip so hard blood trickled down. Xaldin only laughed obnoxiously. "You'll find out soon enough, but for the moment they're isn't any reason to tell you."
Assessing him for a moment, Lina took a deep breath. Putting both hands onto the spear, she slammed it into the ground. A purple light emitted from the floor, forming to make a strange symbol of what she supposed to be an alchemy sign. Chanting a spell that came naturally to her mind, she felt the lance grow larger until it became bigger than her own body. Near the middle, a violet stone glowed in the dim light of the now darkened castle. Opening her eyes as if for the first time, Lina noticed that she could see within the mazoku.
A slow smile started to form on her lips, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Now you're mine." In a purple blur, she flashed towards him and cut from his waist up, catching him off guard. He stumbled back with a growl, and looked up at her with such blinded hatred that if she hadn't had the spear, she'd have high tailed it out of there in a quick minute. "How...did you know where the"-'cough' Blood?-"stone? was?" He sputtered and fell to one knee.
Lina frowned, pausing. "Truthfully? I don't know how. But that isn't important." She strode to him slowly, taking her sweet time, taking great pleasure in the dramatic emphasis of her soft footsteps. Finally stopping before him, she swung her foot into the side of his head, sending him to the ground a few feet away. Coming to his groaning side again, she slammed her foot into his groin with great force. "What you said before...priestess? Is that supposed to mean something? Or is that just one of your sick little jokes?"
Xaldin gazed up at her for a moment before his eyes glazed over, and he started laughing. His laughter sounded strained-hysterical even-, and Lina removed her foot slowly. The realization took it's time coming, but when it hit it wasn't exactly a joy. This mazoku...was no mazoku afterall. He was a puppet, a trapped soul inside of a nearly empty shell. Was this the power of the infamous spear? Is this what she could do if she so desired? Would she ever...want to?
Now looking down into his sea green eyes, she saw not anger, but sorrow and pain. This man was once human, but was now forever cursed as a walking cold piece of flesh. How could she have missed it? He looked as if he hadn't eaten in ages, and she could see that there were red rims around his beautifully tragic eyes. If she had been her normal self, she would have cried for this man, but she could feel nothing. At the moment she felt just as empty as he, and she could feel nothing in her heart.
Reaching down, she laid a gentle hand on his icy cold chest. His eyes searched hers desperately, trying to find the meaning of her gesture and if she was the enemy. Giving him a smile, she lifted the spear to where his heart would be, giving him a questioning look. His smile was gentle as he nodded weakly, and she stuck it in, for some reason feeling as if she knew exactly what was happening. A green light grew from his chest first, then his body lit up like a giant glow stick. Still he smiled at her, and his lips whispered something to her, and she found herself grinning back as his body dissapeared slowly.
'Thank you, great White Priestess.'
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blahh, this was a stupid chapter:P I didn't intend for it to end like this, but my next idea would be too long to make into a whole chapter:)