12For some reason, I've decided to post this one shot. Please ignore any mistakes you see.
I won't
"Filia-san, are you alright?"
Filia jumped at the sound of her name, quickly turning to the voice. "What? Oh, no, it's nothing. I guess I'm just… nervous. That's all." She gave a half convincing smile over at the tall Dragon Priest next to her.
He smiled at her with his deep gold diamond shaped eyes and cocked his head to the side, golden hair that was held up in a pony tail falling to the side with his movements. "It's all right. With what is predicted to break by the end of this week by way of prophecy, it's easy to see why. Just remember, we are fighting for our lives, the lives of our children, and our ways of goodness. You are perfect for the job assigned to you, don't worry about it so much." He then continued walking on for a bit, but turned when he realized Filia wasn't following him, and that she was again staring off into the distance. "Filia-san?" The sun was just above the ground, teasing it for when it would finally sink, cloaking the world in darkness.
"…I think I'll go flying for a little while, to sooth my frayed nerves. I will see you tomorrow, alright?"
"Just be sure to not go very far from the temple. Mazoku can break through our shields easier the farther you go out." The handsome priest turned and left then, leaving Filia to herself.
Filia stared into the horizon for a bit, looking at the snaking river a ways off. She then turned down the path heading to the launching pad where dragon solders could more easily fly off to battle. No one bothered her. Everyone was either too busy with their mundane chores or thoughts, or they saw her High Priestess ornament on her chest. Once Filia got to the end of the huge flat pad area, she put her hands to her brooch, making it glow. Soon, a golden dragon with a pink bow on it's tail was were Filia once stood. A flap of her powerful wings, and she was off, soaring.
Filia absently frolicked through the skies, aimlessly heading in no direction other then away. Then, a thought struck her, and she sharply turned her directory. She knew not, and cared not, how long it took her to reach the cliff hanging over the river she had spied earlier, but she assumed it wasn't that long as the sun just finished setting. She back flapped until she settled her great bulk on the ground, before transforming to her humanoid shape. She shivered a little when a small wind brushed past her, but she paid it no heed. She sat down with her legs dangling over the side of the sharp cliff, and looked at her surroundings. There wasn't a settlement near her, and she was glad for it; it didn't disrupt the beauty of nature, and failed to cover the star-splattered sky with light.
Another light wind came soon after she settled down in her spot, and she felt a surge of evil power wash up and down her spine; a sign that something wicked was near. And a powerful one.
"The stars are bright tonight." She said calmly as Xellos sat down next to her, his feet handing over the cliff as well.
"I noticed that. It's as if L-sama herself was peering through a black cloth with a bunch of little wholes in it."
"More then likely, she is. It's not every day that Mazoku and Ryuzoku decide to wipe one another out of existence completely."
His smile turned quirky as he gazed into the cool night. "She's probably getting a right kick out of this."
Filia laughed a single humorless laugh in her chest before taking a deep breath of the brisk night air. She shivered again as her body registered the cooling night and not just a wind. A warm hand crept around her waist and she was drawn into Xellos's side. She gladly leaned into him and breathed in his strong, powerful scent. She felt him do the same to the top of her hair, and could hear it through his chest. She closed her eyes and snaked one of her hands around his waist, the other on his chest beneath her chin.
They relished the moment, just sitting there in that embrace, forgetting the world around them. But it was not to last, as the moment was shattered by Xellos's voice. "You know after this, if I see you I will try to kill you."
"I know." She replied in a small but clear voice. "You also will get no quarter from me."
Xellos chuckled deep within his chest at the absurdity of that thought. "We'll see, Filia, we'll see."
Again they were silent. Their mere presents enough for both of them content for the moment. But, again, it was not to last.
"I'll miss you," Filia's eyes were unfocused as she stared at nothing and everything, her head towards the distance. Silence again settled about them for a while, both counting each of the millions of the stars.
Xellos signed again, before gently pushing away from her. She, too, drew away, until she was in her position as before. He stood up and looked down at her, she up at him, gazing at him with a bit of remorse and nothing else. "Well, I cannot dally any longer. Organizing lesser mazokus is a task never finished." He smiled down at her, and she could not tell if it was genuine or not anymore.
But, nether the less, she returned it as he disappeared into the night.
Halycon flexed into a crouched position atop the brown, sun-beaten rock, ready to pounce on the swarm of angry dragons. Cries of rage were everywhere around him, and he savored it. Then, when the timing was correct, he sprung the trap made of his own body and began to rip and tare at the beasts. He used their powers against them, making them aim at a certain spot, before moving just in time, forcing them to attack their comrade. Brethren mazoku were around him, screaming as they died upon the spears, spells, and laser breaths of the Golden solders. Blood and gore and terror was everywhere; the play ground of mazoku. He grinned, as another wave of the Gods was destroyed. But then, sudden pain bit through his side, and he hissed from it. He looked down and saw a handful of dragons casting spells from the ground. They were hidden somewhat by trees and bushes, but bright raze of energy gave them away. He grinned sickeningly despite the pain—easy targets. He gathered up his power into wind around him before dive-bombing them. He ripped through their line with little difficulty, and only sustained a few more injuries.
Cackling madly, he rejoined the haze of the battle with renewed glee.
Xellos walked along the body littered ground. It seemed every single dragon and mazoku had been killed in this battle—another standstill in the War that promised many similar outcomes. He grinned as he smelt the seared flesh and reviled in the after math of all that hatred. But movement caught his eye. Ah, so a mazoku was still alive, if just barely. He walked over calmly to the injured demon. Yes, he did remember that he was spawned from Zelas, as Xellos himself was, and went by the name of Halycon. He was rather ugly, with his bulging awkward blue flesh, odd bumps everywhere, three glowing green eyes, and sharp spikes every angle. Xellos noted him breathing heavily, but was happy with the blood and bits covering him.
"Well then, I see you've had a bit of fun." Xellos commented airily, as if asking about the weather.
Halycon spit blood from his odd mouth, and wiped his chins with the back of his long clawed hand looking things. "Fun is an understatement. The gore was marvelous. Dragons screaming in agony, the smell of burning flesh, and all that anger…."
Xellos sweatdropped as the mazoku went into a life tale. Well, he earned it, the Beast Priest supposed. He did survive what was supposed to be a kamikaze mission. Oh well, he could always be sent into another and used until killed. So, the Lesser Beast Master sucked it up, and smiled at the yapping demon… until a spark of light caught his eye. He opened his twin violet orbs quickly and looked sharply at its origin, before swiftly moving out of the way just in time. Halycon wasn't so lucky, as he was swallowed up by one of the most powerful laser breaths Xellos had ever seen. If he had not moved, Xellos highly doubted he himself would have survived it… still something felt odd about it. But, the power quickly faded, and flickered before going out all together. Whoever sent that probably used all of their power for it. Xellos signed as he walked along the path of the power, until he found the bleeding, gasping source. It was lying among other similarly clothed dragons, all shredded into pieces from the late Halycon's signature wind attack. A crystal around the base of it's long neck signified a priest or priestess, and he was amused that the Dragon elders sent them to guard a worthless piece of ground, surly knowing that everyone sent would die.
He was shocked when the gold dragon smiled a gagging smile at him when he got close enough. It was then he realized that Filia, in her dragon form, lay before him dying. She was bleeding from the mouth, a deep gash along her neck. Her front foreleg appeared to be broken, there was a jagged opening along her side and he could see her ribs from it. Her once beautiful wings looked like a battered sail after a tsunami. Her tail, with the pink bow still attached, stuck out at an odd angle.
Xellos gazed at her emotionless for a while as he watched her struggle to breath. He reasoned that if she had used her energy to heal herself, rather then attack like she did, she without a doubt could have made it. Now, it was a frail and pitiful chance that she would last to see the night.
Filia coughed up more blood as she struggled to breath, the smile still on her face. She opened and closed her mouth like a land-bound fish, until she was finally able to choke enough air down for some intelligible words to be heard. "I missed you." She breathed in shallow gasps, her eyes half lidded and almost non-seeing, clouded with pain.
Xellos walked over, raising his staff. His face held no smile, no menace, no hate, nothing. He paused, looking upon her, until he finally opened his lips to speak. "I won't." And with a sickening crunching sound, Filia Ul Copt was dead.
End.
MDF: ;-; This story made me so sad! I started tearing up when I finished, my chin quivering and everything! T-T
Xellos: (sings) Ding-dong, the dragon is dead, the dragon is dead, the dragon is dead! Ding-dong, the dragon is dead, hurra-hurra!
Filia: …I died? What do you mean I DIED? I thought I was your favorite character dammit!
MDF: You are. I just… like seeing you die, for some reason. Preferably killed by Xellos.
InuYasha: It may just be me, but I don't think that would qualify as your 'favorite' character.
Haku: I have to agree. It's kind of an oxymoron.
MDF: (sweatdrop)
SesshoMaru: How long was it from the cliff scene to the battle?
MDF: While there is no set time, you could safely assume it was from 1 year, to 5 years. During that time, neither of them saw one another. Remember, to an immortal, that's not a lot of time.
Well, for some reason, this story had been bouncing around in my mind for a bit, but I ignored it at first. But, when I finally did decide to write it down, I took out section after section once I put them down, when I realized they gave too much of the plot away. In fact, I even took out a part of the Authors Ending Notes because I want people to figure out for themselves what the main thing is in this story. I know a few won't get it in the slightest, but I hope some people will understand it.
Deep-Sea-Dolphin: Hey! My section was cut out! That's not, fishy, fair!
MDF: Life isn't fair. Hold a vote to try and change it if it bothers you so much.
(They do so and MDF losses horribly)
MDF: …Oh, who cares, I'm a dictator here so I can do what I want. Hmph! Anyway, please read and review! If you do, I may post another chapter—And it'll be a surprise of what it's about!
