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Chaos: Creator and Destroyer.

Xellos reflected, as he watched Filia scrubbing away at a stack of dishes and pointedly turned away every time she whipped around to glare at him, that between them, the humans and the dragons had come up with many colorful nicknames for the monster race. Let's see… there was 'the enemies of all who live,' 'the demon race,' 'creatures from the darkest void,' 'scum' (one of Filia's favorites) and… yes, 'the agents of chaos.' Xellos was considering that last one because, though fair enough, it wasn't nearly as straightforward as it sounded.

'Chaos' had multiple definitions—multiple contradictory definitions that somehow managed to be true all at once.

Discord was an easy one, he supposed. Easy enough to define and easy enough to appreciate, at least at first. It was like… that stack of plates on the counter that Filia was chipping away at. So neatly placed one on top of the other—so organized. But what a clatter they would make if they fell, if they cracked. Certainly humans, perhaps even dragons could understand that dire impulse to make them topple. Just because destruction was to them a vice and to the monsters a virtue, did not mean there wasn't some universality to the urge.

But discord wasn't always destructive—that's where it got tricky. Chaos was a harbinger of birth as well as death. Political tumult, construction, refinement, drama… discord is always lively. It is… creative.

There was a definite distinction, Xellos knew, when it came to destruction. It was one thing to want to send the dishes falling to the ground, one thing to enjoy the crash, one thing to delight in the shattered pieces that would take forever to glue back together—but it was another thing entirely to annihilate the whole stack, leaving not so much as a crumb of debris, so that it was almost as if it had never existed in the first place.

But that was the goal. To return everything to chaos… well, that brought in another definition of chaos. Depending on your perspective, that chaos was either 'nothing' or 'raw everything.' It was the formless beginning of it all and it was…


And it worried him that he thought that way, but there it was. The ultimate goal in all this disorder was to create… order. Of a kind at least. It would be clean, and crisp, and would have no pesky landmasses or flowing waters or life forms to make it scruffy looking. It would be plain. It would be peaceful. Peaceful! The quiet nothing at the end of a war that should've been endless.

Endless. Was that really what he believed deep down? It was certainly not a thing that should be said aloud. He would say it was against his nature, if it weren't for the fact that the contradictions seemed to have been built into that too.

Valgaav, when he'd joined with Dark Star and Volpheed, had described it as a trap. Perhaps it was—each side lined up against the other, duking it out for the right to choose the fate of the game board—Protect the King, check, check and mate (though perhaps, he realized, he should've been using a checkers metaphor since he doubted the dragons had the patience for chess). One game, winner take all; no mulligans, no chance for a truce and no way out of it.

But it wasn't as simple as that. They were individuals, not ideals. Take the dragons, for example, and their desperate effort for peace and goodwill—which for some reason involved a great deal of war and badwill. Their eyes were fixed firmly on the bottom line and anything that threatened it must be… ah, destroyed. They were hypocrites. He'd delighted in this fact, a thought which now etched a self-conscious frown on his face. 'Hypocrisy' is a very dangerous word to throw around. It's like a boomerang.

And someday… some dreadful day, Filia would be the one to figure that out about him; because symmetry is a fearsome thing.

Ah, yes, Filia and chaos. He couldn't help but notice that, as her hunched shoulders conveyed her annoyance with him without her even needing to turn around. Now, by reputation, Lina Inverse was often labeled as the personification of chaos, but in Xellos's mind at least, Filia gave her a run for her money. True, Lina Inverse was wrathful and destructive in a useful and even admirable way, but she was also straightforward. She made no bones about her vindictiveness. She was not, as Filia was, a walking, talking contradiction. She was not surprising as Filia was.

Filia did not merely have a temper, she had all the other emotions in the set, and she felt them with such a magnificent intensity. She wasn't false—she truly did believe in kindness, charity and righteousness, even to the point where she'd break with the crowd if she thought it was wrong. Yet, that did not mean that she wasn't petty, self-deceptive, and instinctively violent.

It had surprised him, when he first met her. And part of that, he had to admit was because she was female. Now, Xellos's own interactions and… he sought around for the right word and decided that 'upbringing' would have to do, provided him ample proof that there was no gender disparity in terms of bravery and viciousness. But… dragon women were another story.

The servants of the gods did not have many natural advantages against his kind, but one of them was numbers and it was a fact that he knew that the dragons were very well aware of too. They overwhelmed and ambushed wherever they could—they relied on armies, not generals. And yes, he knew very well that this tactic did not always pan out for them, but their mortal ability to replenish their lost numbers without diminishing their own power was a very definite advantage. Right now, with the loss of all but one of the Fire Dragon King's servants, the situation was dire for the dragons… but in a few hundred years that population breach would easily be healed. It was a thought that should've annoyed him, but it didn't.

Because reproduction was so important to the dragon race's level of strength, that also meant that women were very important. And Xellos was sure the male elders that made up the ruling class were horrified that someday the female dragons (whose hierarchy ran parallel to the male one, but never made it even close to the top) would figure that out.

So there were comportment books, there were classes, there was modesty, and there were 'ways in which ladies behaved.' It must have been quite a shock for the dragons when their race churned out Filia—aggressive, distractibly attractive, and with a killer right hook. You couldn't blame anything on her; it wasn't that she'd done wrong; it was just that the valkyrie played no part in their gender expectations.

He smiled. She must've made people very nervous growing up.

Was that what drew him to her? The fact that he didn't need to knock down the stack of plates? That if he waited long enough she'd throw them at him and break them herself? Or was it just that her contradictions were uncomfortably familiar?

Her frenzied spirit mocked his organized mind. Who was who here?

All he knew, as she turned to him once more in a huff and tossed a dishrag in his face, was that he was in the world destroying business. And it was a business he had every intention of staying in. But… that was kind of the point, wasn't it? It was a one shot deal. He couldn't keep doing this if there was nothing else to do. It… was nothing more than that.

"Don't just stand around watching me work," Filia barked at him, soap suds clinging furiously to her gloved hands. "If you're going to hang around then you might as well dry."

"I suppose I might as well," he said, approaching the sink, "after all, with your work ethic, I'm sure that by yourself within the next couple of minutes you'd be saying that you're just going to 'leave things to soak,' and then you wouldn't have anything to eat off of." It was untrue. Filia's work ethic was quite good. But an exchange of gunfire was always necessary in these proceedings.

"Are you calling me lazy?" she demanded, her arm leaning against his from shoulder to elbow.

"Not at this very moment, I'm not," he answered, taking the clean plate she'd passed him and drying it.

Of course, Filia must've seen the writing on the wall (fractured porcelain on the floor?) when she included him in this task. Perhaps, he thought, she'd grown enamored with the idea of having something to yell at him about.

But… he decided, as he placed the dried dish on the rack where it could air dry further, there's really no need to break all of the dishes. One should make my statement without much fuss—and it could be glued together again to be broken later, in any case. No need to break all the dishes today. They'll be there tomorrow.

And perhaps fate would demand an answer to this game someday—but who could say how long it could be held off?
Here's Night of Summer Theme #79--Chaos: Creator and Destroyer.

I hope you like Xellos applying wax to philosophy.
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CMY187 Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011
Having read this thrice, I now consider this story to be the most illuminating one you have ever written regarding your two favorite Slayers characters and the orders they represent.
Not developing; illuminating. The Legal Matter Saga takes the lead for the former.

Considering their sinister, menacing demeanor, manipulative and occasionally sadistic methods as well as their overall bad guy image and the deity they represent, it is no surprise that the Mazoku have in the eyes of enemies and neutral parties alike have had perspectives on them become distorted over the centuries. Perhaps even Xellos, as old (hehe) as he is, may be unaware of the true picture behind the purpose of the creation of the Mazoku.
Then again, I HAVE been playing Starcraft 2 recently…god, the Zerg were just slaves all along…

Chaos. I see you have been studying it very thoroughly. It is a VERY ambiguous term. By default it is usually frowned upon and disapproved of, but it has its benefits and times when it is necessary.

Chaos for the sake of chaos. Just to witness and indulge in the havoc one has caused. No matter how people regard it, whether good or bad, there is no denying that chaos is attractive, whether in a deplorable or endearing way.
Let’s face it, there’s a reason that John Woo’s Hard Boiled and The Killer were so well received. And it wasn’t for the dialogue or the plots.

Hmm…interesting. Have the Mazoku truly taken the time to think things through? To really consider if they really should bring about the destruction of the world in which they have launched their campaigns?
Philbrizzo certainly did not. He really was just a stupid little kid, for all his immense power and tactical brilliance. He wants what he wants and nothing else matters.
Well, he got it, alright. Bit of a dubious honor to be personally executed by the Lord Of Nightmares.

Create a perfectly ordered world; no disruptions, no disparities, no nothing. Just a plain, unmarked ball floating in space.
The Auditors of Reality. The Mazoku are the Auditors of Reality.
And one of them has become so inaugurated, so drawn into the world he is supposed to despise that deep down he may not want it to be destroyed after all.
Xellos is Lady Lejean/Unity.

Valgaav, now simply Val, reborn with no memories of his past life. And Filia has taken on the responsibility of caring for him and giving him the life that her people robbed him of; a life of happiness, comfort and love.
I am cynical about that. I don’t think it would last. One way or another, the immeasurable power of Dark Star might one day overcome that of the Fusion Magic of the Gods and the Mazoku, and trigger something in the young Ancient’s mind.
If it comes to that, Xellos might be ordered to do something that will forever destroy all ties he has to Filia…and I don’t even blame him or his superiors. Valgaav had heard and learnt too much, and judging from his expression in the penultimate episodes of TRY, Xellos is fully aware of that as well.

The dragons reminded me of the Templar Order in the Assassin’s Creed series. So quick to talk of peace yet look at how they achieve and maintain it. If that is their idea of peace…
And its not like their enemies are any better. I consider TRY to have the most captivating plot in the anime, while NEXT takes the spot for focusing on the core characters.

Filia’s chaotic side is chaotic in and of itself. Unlike Lina, who at least you could predict if she is going to destroy in four seconds a town that took three years to build, there is no telling when Filia would lose it (turning Zelgadis into a pinball, going Godzilla on the anti-dragon town, thwarting Jillas’s somewhat brilliant plan to take them down in that cavern, etc).
Might be why Jillas and Gravos are so cautious around her. Better not move the furniture, she may not want that…

Goddamn right there is no gender disparity in Slayers. Just ask Martina’s father, or those pirates, or any bandit groups you can find.

Oh boy, does he ever know that numbers don’t always guarantee victory.

You know something, Skiyomi? You have really depressed me with reading the part about the dragons’ methods to deceive the females and to make them ‘know their place’.
I will take this as canon. I definitely will. It makes so much sense that it SHOULD be canon.
Someone needs to tell Hajime Kanzaka about yeh. Seriously. Dead Seriously.

I have a feeling that it would be really interesting to delve into the Ul Copt family tree. Filia could not have been the black sheep in there for no apparent reason. There has to be another Ul Copt from an earlier generation who has intrigued/confused/caused disapproval from his/her fellow Goldens for their ‘unusual’ or ‘unbecoming’ behavior.
Was this why the Elders allowed Filia to accompany the Slayers after the confrontation with Valgaav at the Fire Dragon Temple? Because they were paranoid that someone like her could bring about a change to the power structure of the Dragons that they would not want?
She could have at least gotten some of her fellow female dragons to consider hosting tea parties and wearing bows on their tails…

Hehehehehe. One of the most powerful individuals in the world, a person who could kill thousands (THOUSANDS) of dragons with a flick of his wrist…helping with the dishes.
Only Filia could do that. Only Filia.

It couldn’t be held off forever. Definitely not.
Sooner or later, the Mazoku will tire of the constant stalemate and will began an all-out campaign to fulfil their ultimate task.
There might be an answer as to why Zellas has such a strong interest in having her chief servant keep tabs on and occasionally assist Lina Inverse in destroying and/or banishing other Mazoku Lords.
Which leads me to wonder about Lord Beastmaster herself; she could not have always been the way she is now. If she truly is sabotaging the efforts of her own people, why would she want to, and what drove her to it?

Zellas is possibly the most mysterious character in the Slayers universe, and reading this story has brought up many more questions about the Mazoku/Shinzoku conflict and the resident of Wolf Pack Island who apparently is manipulating even her own people to achieve her goals involving it.

Thank you for writing this.
Skiyomi Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Looking at the auditors and looking at the monsters is pretty interesting because they have a lot of similarities in their roles and in their goals. The thing is, the monsters are PRO-chaos while the auditors are ANTI-chaos. The auditors are ‘the law,’ while the monsters are law-breakers. All that seems to suggest that there’s a whole lot of contradiction at play here in the minds of both sets of characters.

I guess I can’t be 100% sure of the patriarchal structure of the golden dragons because we’ve never even seen another female golden dragon besides Filia… but that in itself is rather telling. And there certainly weren’t any female elders that I saw. …Unless they get beards too… HMMMM.

I really wish we knew more about Filia’s family and about her life at the temple before she joined up with Lina and company.

I think a lot of that depends on Zelas, and you’re right to say that she’s probably the most mysterious. All this battering of the monster race… the loss of Hellmaster and Gaav… well, that’s *bad* for the monster race’s power. …On the other hand, Zelas herself has probably gained a lot of power and importance, particularly with Hellmaster out of the way (who apparently had enough power over her to be able to borrow her one and only servant). Zelas has got to be pretty savvy about this kind of thing considering her decision to put all her power into one servant instead of two. That said, who knows what she’ll do with her increased stature? Xellos is, for want of a better word, her son, and it’s possible that we can view him as a reflection of her. Still… I wish we knew more about her for sure.

Thanks for the review!
icanseeuuu Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011
I like the way Xellos thinks (that you think? :?). The idea of chaos being really the source of life is popular, I think.
Skiyomi Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! :)
icanseeuuu Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2011
You're welcome. :)
xXxSoraBluexXx Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
He probably shouldn’t let it slip that he feels like that, it would be a bad career move. Within monster society being ‘let go’ usually involves reabsorption or something equally unpleasant… Great little Xellos fixated drabble; keep ‘em coming. ^_^
Skiyomi Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, I think he's smart enough to keep it to himself. :D Thanks!
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