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Xander the Maou

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Summary: Xander picks up a strange sword at Ethan's, and becomes the demon king! Now with Stargate and Discworld!

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered
Anime > Kyo Kara Maou
Literature > Sir Terry Pratchett
Stargate > Xander-Centered
NerdgirlFR183638,60616290305,60220 Mar 085 Aug 13No

Chapter 2

Xander was very disoriented when he woke up the morning after Halloween. His head was crowded with new information and images. He seemed to know Japanese, as well as a demon language, and had the strangest urge to join a baseball team, not that Sunnydale High had one. All of that was a bit of a blur, however. His last clear memory was of coaching his squad of kids on how to extort extra candy. So it was a bit of a shock to find himself in Giles' apartment.

"Ah, I see you're awake," came a distinctly British voice. "I was worried about you. You were passed out in front of Ethan's shop. From all the water on the ground, it looked like the two of you might have been attacked by some sort of water spirit. What do you remember of what happened last night? Everyone became their costumes, so what were you dressed as? I must admit, I was at a loss to identify your character."

"Oh, hi Giles. I wasn't dressing as any particular person, but it turned out that the sword I got was from some kind of demon king, king of the Mazoku or something. Not a bad kind of demon, just really long lived, powerful, and..." he paused for a second. "Um, some are a bit strange. Anyway, the guy was some kind of king, or part of the personality of the king? Hard to explain, really. Oh, and all of these demons have an element to control. Yuri-sama's was water, but he didn't really like to fight, so the spirit of the king only came out when he was in danger, and he kind of blanked out on what happened after. But since I was dressed as the King aspect, the ordinary guy part of him is kind of a blur. I remember a lot more of the king than the kid. Oh, did my sword stay, or was that one of the things that changed back after I broke the statue?"

Giles opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a loud moan. "What the bloody hell was that?" he asked, startled. He looked around, and saw the sword lying under Xander's jacket. He reached for it, cautiously.

Xander shouted, "Wait! Don't touch him!" but he was too late. A bright spark shot out, shocking the Watcher as he touched the hilt. "Giles, are you ok?"

The Watcher lay on his back for a minute, stunned. He blinked a few times and waited for the twitching to go away. "Um, I think I'm all right. What just happened?" He pulled himself into a sitting position.

"Morgif doesn't really like to be touched by others. After all the demons we fought off yesterday, he's still a bit twitchy. You're lucky he didn't do any real damage."

"Morgif?"

"Yeah, that's his name. The Maken, Morgif, ancient enchanted sword of the Maou. He might be a sword, but he has a personality, and seems to be able to think. He really doesn't like it when others touch him. He's also really powerful, when he has enough energy built up." He looked critically at the sword. "He gets energy by eating souls or spirits, but I've got him on an all-demon diet. I don't really want an evil sword, no matter how powerful. Though I wouldn't really have minded if he'd eaten Ethan. He could have gotten a lot of kids killed."

"I s-s-see," stammered Giles. "And you have...him under control?" At Xander's nod, he continued. "Well, so long as he doesn't harm humans, he may be useful. But do be careful, Xander. A formerly evil sword, on the Hellmouth...it could cause problems for us." He looked thoughtful. "So, if your character's power was over water, you would have been the one to knock out Ethan, correct? Do you still have that power?"

Xander smiled mischievously at the older man. He held out his hand, and a ball of water started to form. In seconds, it was the size of a basketball, and it kept on growing. Soon, it became a giant snake, wrapping itself around his legs and lifting him into the air. "Does this answer your question?"

"Um, yes, quite," came the response. "Would you please dispose of that; I don't want any water damage here and my homeowner's insurance doesn't cover mystical floods." He watched as the water-snake disappeared into his sink. "This could be rather useful. While you couldn't drown the vampires, you might be able to immobilize them long enough to stake them. You would certainly have the element of surprise. Not to mention the demons that can be killed by drowning..." He trailed off.

"Ah, so I can finally be useful for something other than getting donuts." Xander's smile had a slightly bitter edge.

"You've done more than just fetch donuts. But it's true that you will be able to help out more with the fighting. But, Xander, would you please consider continuing to make your donut runs? After all, do you think our research sessions would be bearable without sugar?"

The two of them contemplated the idea. "I can just picture a cranky, chocolate-deprived Slayer, Willow dozing off without her dose of sugar, and a grumpy Watcher. I guess I can still do it, under one condition."

Giles raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what might that be?"

Xander grinned cheekily up at him. "Can I borrow the car?"

The Watcher just groaned.
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