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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
NerdgirlFR183638,60616290305,82320 Mar 085 Aug 13No

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So, Ancient Greece...Xander mused. Just wasn't the same when compared with the mythology that he had (somewhat reluctantly) absorbed during late night research parties with the Scoobies. On the whole, things weren't so bad, not unless you counted the constant walking, frequent bandit attacks, and crazed warrior women. On the whole, it kind of resembled the nightlife in Sunnydale, only with more walking and less bathing. What they didn't mention in all those classic tales of daring rescues and fair damsels, was the fact that the razor had not yet been invented, and bathing was a luxury far less frequently indulged in than he would like.

All in all, Xander was homesick. He had been forced to wander even further off the beaten trail in the hopes of staying out of the path of the crazy woman with the metal ring. She'd already managed to track him down again once, and he was not looking forward to a third time. Sure, he'd managed to survive, but that had been more to do with the blonde hanging off the woman's arm than anything else. If she'd not been there to conveniently 'accidentally' knock her aim off... well, he would more than likely be quite a bit shorter than before. To make matters worse, Morgif wasn't helping anything. He'd taken one look at ring-lady and his eyes bulged out. Ever since then, kisses were the most that he'd thrown at HER.

So, all of that left Xander in quite a bind. The nearest body of water was still a bit of a walk away, if his glimpse from the top of a hill wasn't fooling him. His food supply was running low, and all that he had left were a few wild onions. Those were the only plants he'd tried that hadn't made him sick. It did seem somewhat effective in deterring bandits, however. After getting close enough to engage, the last few had run away gagging. Needless to say, the encounter hadn't done anything for his ego.

The woods around him were dark, with ominous shadows, despite it only being midday. Xander shivered, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. "Of course," he sighed, "It's probably just the next round of bandits. Come on out, I know you're there!" *Come on out!*

Creepy laughter rang out, seemingly from all around him. Then, in a flash of light, a man appeared, a rather strange individual, whose...unique sense of style was at least as foreign to the country as Xander's if not more so. He was dressed all in black leather, covered head to toe in safety pins.

"Well, well, well, kid. That's a first. Not many people are able to tell when I'm here. You smell...chaotic. Ah, and a demon! What fun! Oh, the trouble you'll cause!"

One eyebrow rose as Xander took in the strange sight. "Uh, not to be rude, but who are you? And how do you know English, it won't be invented for more than a thousand years?" His eyes darted to the sides, looking for potential escape routes as his hand drifted down to Morgif, who was, unexpectedly, purring. "My sword seems to like you though, but that's not always a good sign."

His visitor cackled, and Xander began to blush. "Oh, that's good, kid, I'll have to remember that one. As for who I am and how I know your language, I'm Strife, God of Mischief and strife. I can speak any language spoken by my followers, and you are definitely one of those, whether or not you want to be. You've been causing so much trouble for that bimbo, Xena; it's been great watching you."

"So, what, you're like some mystical peeping tom?" Warily, he took a step back and got ready to run for it.

"oh, no, just an interested party. Gotta have someone keep an eye on any unexpected guests, can't have anyone disrupt Unc's plans. 'sides, didn't know you'd feel me. now that you know, I might as well tag along until you get where you're going. Where are you going, anyway?"

"Uh, I'm trying to get to a lake or the ocean, whichever's closest and easiest. Then I can get home and out of your hair. Why don't you just point me and I'll be on my way; you don't need to come with." Xander shivered at his new 'friend's' sudden laughter.

"Nice try, kid, but you can't get rid of me that easily. I think that this will be the start of a beautiful and violent friendship don't you?" Cackling filled the suddenly empty glade. "Kid? Hey, kid! Wait up!"

In the distance, the birds flew up out of the trees as a whirlwind rushed by.









Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or the Greek Gods.



Well, I'm back. And with a bit of rum in me, I've pushed out another chapter! Thank you for all the kind comments, I really appreciate it.
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