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Astral/telepathic speech
Lina
knocked softly on Zelgadis' door, waiting a full thirty seconds before quietly
entering. She was greeted by a still room that was bathed in the light of the
full moon. Metallic lavender caught the illuminationand threw it back with a
handful of stars.
"Zel?"
She asked, padding over to his bedside.
"Hmm?"
Came the muffled reply.
"Are
you okay?" She sat down on the edge of the bed. "You left the table
kind of early tonight, so I thought something might be wrong."
"I'm
fine, Lina." He replied, sitting up with his back towards her.
"Are
you sure?" She bit her lip in concern. "I... I worry about you, Zel."
"You
shouldn't." He turned to face her, his glacial eyes piercing the very soul.
You should go now. The Mazoku will have felt my
presence by now, and they don't take kindly to those who associate with the
Israfael.
"Israfael?"
Her eyes widened. "The Lost Race?"
Sister
Race to the Mazoku.
ELSEWHERE...
"Xellos!"
"Master?"
"Do
you know what that alien power is?"
"No,
Master."
"Think
carefully."
"..."
"Well?"
"..."
"It
is the Israfael!"
"But
I wiped them out!"
"Not
acording to that energy."
"How
could one have appeared now, after so long?"
"I
don't know. I want you to hunt down that renegade and kill it."
"...Master...?"
"WHAT?!"
"What
if... What if Lina is the Israfael childe?"
"Destroy
the Israfael at all costs! Do you understand?"
"Yes,
Master."
"And
remember, Xellos. If you fail..." There was a sickening pause as the head
of a nameless human was ripped from his body and tossed at Xellos Metallium's
feet, predicting the fate awaiting him if he failed.
"Yes,
Master."
At
the Inn...
"When
you say sister race, you mean..." Lina gestured for him to elaborate.
Mazoku
represent the dark side, or yin, and are countered by the Israfael, or yang.
Mazoku and Israfael can come in many forms, but while many of the yin are
monsterous, the yang are humane. Zelgadis
calmly informed her, eyes closed. The Israfael were slaughtered by the Mazoku, but under Rezo's power,
they missed one child. The Red Priest hid the Israfael's power behind the guise
of a partial demon to save his life, in doing so, he set in motion events that
have led you to today. Zelgadis had ceased to speak as an individual
entity; a thousand voices joined his own as his eyes glamed and a white symbol
blazed into existance on his forehead.
The
Red Priest's power has faded. No longer can it shade the Israfael's light. This
place is no longer safe for you. Please leave. We do not want the Israfael
Executor to eliminate you, too.
"What
the hell do you mean 'we'?!" Lina stood up.
This
body is vessal for all the Israfael. It is their chance for vengeance. As
the symbol blazed, the chimeric features melted away. We
ask you again to leave for your own safety.
"Not
a chance." Lina stood her ground. "You're forgetting that I defeated
Shabranigdo. Surely an ordinary Mazoku - "
The
Executor is no ordinary Mazoku.
"Why,
thank you!" A voice from above their heads gushed.
"Xellos!"
Lina hissed as 'Zelgadis' stepped in front of her.
Executor,
have you come to try and finish what you started so long ago? He
asked.
"Him?!"
She shouted. "He's the Executor?!"
"You
got it." Xellos winked.
Lina,
please go somewhere safe. Zelgadis
murmured. "We... I don't want him to hurt you."
"Zel..."
"This
is all very touching, but I've got a job to do." The Trickster deadpanned.
It
is destiny. Yin must challenge Yang. The best warrior-classified member will
represent their side. The decision of the champion will determine the fate fo
the loser's race.
"Zelgadis...
Xellos..." Lina's eyes watered as the two faced off, each taking on a trait
more befitting of their races.
