#flameofchaos

[stonebody-coldheart]

flameofchaos

Xellos appears of nowhere, standing behind him and reading over his shoulder.

“Isn’t it annoying, Mr Zelgadis? You travelled so far to find this library and when you opened first of those ancients books in the old language it is full of mixtures for pimples. I bet it’s frustrating.”

Despite the priest seemingly appearing from nowhere Zelgadis’ astral senses had been aware of the mazoku’s presence for a while. He snorted irritably at the mazoku’s words, bitterness sweetening the miasma. “It’s frustrating, but also interesting.” There was no reason to lie to the priest. Maybe he’d get bored quicker and leave.

“It seems to get more advanced as the book goes on, covering all sorts of problems with skin like scarring and loss of sensation. That could be useful information to me if my cure ends up damaging me.”

[xxelloss]

@flameofchaos​ continued from X 

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A laugh escapes Xelloss; it’s unusually charming, crackling like kindling fire. 

    “Your advice is sound, Val,” he remarks, turning a shrewd look toward the inside of the bustling, homey cottage.  Layered beneath all of Xelloss’s cordiality is the most lethal assassin in the mazoku arsenal, shy of the Retainers, and Shabranigdu Himself.  But how can Val know this: sheltered as he is by a loving mother who is petrified of the shackles memory would affix to his wrists and ankles?  Ignorance is, here, a blessing, a clean slate, and Xelloss has no need of disrupting the world’s tenuously regained equilibrium, by reminding Val exactly who they both used to be.

Xelloss knows how to kill dragons, without lifting a finger in magic.

There’s a nerve sac along the back of their necks: not just lake dragons, not just black dragons, but golden, too, and, he presumes, ancient.  You merely have to pierce it with an exceptionally sharp blade. One of the inky, conical needles that materialize at Xelloss’s command, created from his very being, would do the trick. It would send the child into massive cerebral hemorrhage. At every moment, with barely a twitch of effort, Xelloss could kill Val. 

He does not want to.

He does not want to.

He does not want to.

And he has no idea why.  

And really, if one squints, and sees the authenticity lurking between the lines, that’s the crux of it: his smile isn’t false.  Not right now. 

Curiosity has always been Xelloss’s downfall; standing so near a creature whose young, pure life-force runs counter to his entire race, is like luring some nocturnal summer insect to its demise, in the heat of a lantern: he knows Val’s resurrection should spell doom for his kind, and yet, he’s intrigued, inspired, to know the hatchling. 

     “I’ve known your mom for many years, Val.  She doesn’t mention me because my schedule isn’t . . . predictable, and she doesn’t want to disappoint you.”

It’s not a lie, and Xelloss feels no compunctions about telling half-truths.

   “But. Speaking of. You might want to check in with her.  Don’t want to worry her, hm?  She cares for you deeply.” 

   “Why don’t you consider me your imaginary friend, who checks in on you from time to time? Think of me like a cloudburst, with a bit of thunder and lightning. You can smell the rain coming.  It drops in on a summer’s afternoon, and wafts on by. That’s me.” 

He taps the child’s nose. 

[xxelloss]

"Wow, you really must like vases, Mister." Val AGAIN found a violet-haired stranger near his mommy antiqs shop. "Are you shy? You should finally walk inside and buy something". /from @flameofchaos

The Lesser Beast cocks an eyebrow playfully down at the innocent entity.  The same entity who nearly annihilated not only the four worlds, but also the fabric upon which creation and destruction are built.  

Val, a foot in two worlds, an irreconciliable hybrid, who asked the gods and the monsters the Forbidden Question: WHY? 

     “Hm? Why, hello, Val.” 

Such portent behind those bright citrus-gold eyes.  Such anguish, rage and dismay; are they buried forever? Washed clean of the blank slate of Val’s soul?  Or can they be disinterred?

Xelloss, for one, doesn’t want o ever trigger those memories. It’s his best-kept secret, but he no longer desires annihilation. This world, its wars and weddings, the shape of its seashells, the current of its rivers, the taste of its ice creams.  Quaint and corny though it sounds, Xelloss has gone native. 

     “Do you know,” he begins conversationally, “I was here when you hatched.  I even held you. You were unfathomably small.” 

His small acquires a single lopsided dimple.  He remembers it well: being confronted with the truth that creation, which opposes all destruction, has such power, within such a fragile form as the shattered bits of an eggshell, and the herald of birth that it  brings. 

    “Your mother tends to raise a fuss when I step inside. Don’t worry, I’m not shy. Just practical.”  

[seyruunsunshine]

Rumour and the cute headcanon at once: I bet our princess has even pajamas embroidered in fists of justice./ flameofchaos

Amelia blushes a little and laughs.

“I don’t have little fists of justice. I do have pajamas with hammers of justice though. I think the fists are a cute idea. Maybe I should get a set made!”

[seyruunsunshine]

Amelia, Isn't your dad surprised with the amount of money spent in reastaurances during your travelling with Lina? / from @flameofchaos

“Daddy has cut me off a few times because of the living bottomless pits named Lina Inverse and Gourry Gabriev. It’s pretty difficult. We budget for traveling expenses, but Miss Lina blows that out of the water. He even suggested that Mr. Zelgadis took charge of the money after he was appointed my escort. However, Miss Lina can be very persuasive.”

[ipraygreywords]

@flameofchaos​ || dash commentary

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     “You’ve made several miscalculations about my grandson, chief among them the belief that you can move him to self-destruction with emotional manipulation. He inherited a great many traits from me, but not that.  He is far stronger than you think.”

For a blind man, Rezo pours tea impeccably.  He also erects impermeable anti-mazoku barriers, one of which currently glows in meticulous circular rune markings on the floor beneath him. He stands at its center. 

   “ However, Mr. Xelloss, in the unlikely event of him needing my help, I’ll find a way to oblige.  Don’t take this as idle boast, nor as a fool’s threat. It is simple fact:  I’ve held back and helped destroy your ruby-eyed master twice now. In comparison, you will be inconsequential.”  

[xxelloss]

@rxseandscythe  @flameofchaos he won’t hurt him, promise! he likes Val a lot actually. Likes that he thinks outside the binary existence of gods and monsters.  Admires him, even, and in my past numerous writings with Filia’s, he becomes a father figure to Val. I am totally up for that.

Also got it on your main account, I am following your sideblog from my main (this, too, is a sideblog, LOL).