Zelgadis: silent glowering
Rezo: patting Zel's head There, there.
Zelgadis: Don't 'there, there' me. Go to hell.
Rezo:...
Harukami: Ahem. ANYway, I don't own these characters. Though I'd like to, I simply don't. I never WILL own these characters. If I claimed I DID own these characters, I'd probably have my ass sued off. As it is, I'm just really hoping that that won't happen anyway. Please, please don't sue li'l ol' me. I'm just a schoolgirl. Besides, you're going to get all my money at GenCon anyway... (I gotta have NEXT. I gotta have NEXT. I gotta...)
He'll hate me after. I'm perfectly aware of that.
I sensed the potenial in him so very long ago, when I first cradled the soft being, just a baby, in my arms. I could imagine his eyes blinking sleepily up at me. He didn't cry.
Shamanist, Black magic, and White; all those open to him as they were to me. The difference is... the difference is that he will be able to see the results of his work.
My staff rings as I take another step.
I have to use him. Poor bastard, that's all he'll think I'll be doing this for. Perhaps I shouldn't get him involved with this at all. But for my reward, I am placing the whole world in danger. I will need his power, and I must strengthen him.
Speed of the wind, protection of rock, Mazoku healing, and his spellcasting. He will need all of those to survive what I must eventually do. And I will need it for my help.
I had to go to Eris for this. She was delighted by the concept, although she did not know why I wanted it, nor whom it was intended for. She is a genius with chimeras, truly a genius. And I not only wanted those skills in the body, I wanted... hoped... for it to be beautiful, a work of art. Maybe then, although he will still despise me, he will not despise himself.
He will hate me, though. He cannot understand that all I am giving him, all that he will hate me for, he will need to survive. Because I was stupid enough to get the poor child involved in my plans. I now need him for them no matter what.
He always was my favourite grandson.
Will you have nightmares about what I am about to do? I pray not, but it wouldn't surpise me. Your body changed beyond recognitions - an easy thing to have nightmares about... maybe I shouldn't do this. But, no, I have gone too far already. I passed the point of no return long ago, and the stake is the world.
My astral senses feel/see him up ahead on the path. He is practicing swordsmanship, desperate, as always, to be strong. Oh, my boy, you will be strong. And I do not doubt you shall not like the strength at all.
So you will hate me.
But at least you'll survive.
He turns to face me, wary of the smile on my face, the smile that hides my thoughts.
"Do you want to be strong?" I ask him, and he nods, still wary. "I can give you that, Zelgadis. You will be completely transformed..."
Say no. You'll damn the world, but you can still say -
He nods again, briefly.
I should not be doing this. I raise my staff and begin chanelling the power, lowering it to the ground with a sharp 'ching!'.
At least... I hope... he'll survive.