What about something where Zenos hears that a person fights hardest when they love another, or similar, and decides to try to love the wol in an attempt to become even stronger, perhaps after it’s clear that the wol will soon be on his level? Ah, the internal struggle of him actually falling in love fighting his beliefs on sentiment-so sweet! XD

ladyramora:

(Well, here’s what I’ve got so far. The first bit! This one, I have a feeling, will be rather long and probably increasingly silly. For some reason I had that song Genghis Khan in my head as I was writing it, haha.)

Zenos lounges on his throne, face cupped in his hand as he strokes at his lips in a thoughtful manner.

Love, he thinks with eyes narrowed. Staring off in the distance as he thought but well aware of the discomfort of Fordola, who knelt before the stairs leading up to his kingly seat.

“Fordola,” He finally adresses her after an appropriate time of making her suffer in silence.

She jerks, “Yes, my lord?”

His eyes slide to look at her, still stroking at his face in thought. “What are your thoughts on love?”

Fordola frowns with confusion. “Love, my lord?”

Zenos hums. “Yes. Love. Do you think it to be true, the idea that those in love are all the stronger for it?”

Fordola looks up, serious as always. “Yes, my lord. I do believe that.”

Zenos seems lost in thought. Staring at Fordola but not truly seeing her.

Fordola clears her throat, bowing her head. “Forgive me, my lord, but may I ask why the sudden interest?”

Zenos blinks back into focus. A slow, dangerous smile curling at his lips.

“I’ve made mine choice. I’ve decided to love the Warrior of Light.”

Fordola’s face spasms minutely. Hiding the internal screech of her brain as she tries and fails to understand this sudden undertaking.

Zenos is smiling to himself. Clearly pleased with his decision. He waves her away, chuckling lowly. “Go. I have no need of you.”

Fordola rises to her feet, turning tail and walking away on auto pilot. Struggling still to understand the inner workings of Zenos’s mind.

What? Just…. what??

– – –

The Warrior of Light does not take the news half as well.

“I intend to love you,” Zenos tells them as their weapons clash.

The Warrior of Light blanches, shoving him back and stumbling away. “What? No! That’s… You can’t! You had better not!”

Zenos smiles, prowling around them like a predator ready to pounce. “Oh, yess. I believe you’ll find that I can and I will. I will love you and I will grow all the more powerful for it!”

The Warrior of Light makes an unpleasant face. “You can’t love me! You’re..,” they gesture to all of him, “You know. Evil!”

Zenos hopes his expression conveys his deep disapproval. “And? Do you mean to say that I am incapable of love?”

The Warrior of Light looks at him with wide, incredulous eyes. “Yes!”

Zenos scowls. “How very narrow minded of you. I expected better from you.”

The Warrior of Light makes a sound like they couldn’t possibly believe him. “Why me? Pick someone else, anyone else!”

Zenos tosses his head. Annoyed at the turn their conversation was taking. “And who else could I possibly love?”

The Warrior of Light groans, rubbing at their face with brisk irritation. “I don’t know… Fordola?”

Zenos scoffs. Dismissing the notion with a disgusted curl of his lips. “Fordola is far from being mine equal,” he shakes his head. “No. It can only be you. Only you have proven to be worth mine time and efforts.”

The Warrior of Light backs away, pointing a shaky finger with horror writ across their face, “No! You.. stay away from me! I’ll hear no more of this nonsense! The next time you see me, I’ll have come to dethrone you!”

Zenos smiles, eyes half lidded as he groans lasciviously. “Mmm. Such promises you make. Will you come to punish me? How very… exciting!”

The Warrior of Light lets loose a sound of disgust. Stepping away from his reach until they could turn their back to safely make their escape.

Zenos chuckles. Watching them go as he calls after them, “Just you wait, my beast! You cannot escape my love!”