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Eternal Struggler Ch.1 Unedited
🕑 Added 2024-09-07 03:27:32 +0000 UTCEternal Struggler
By: Bubbajack
Editors/Co-Authors: Icysnowsage, Antagonist, Loamy Coffee, First Hassan/Darklord 331
Special Consultant: Heliosion
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Ch.1: Rusted Cage.
Xander stood in horror as his mind reeled at what he almost did to Buffy. It didn’t matter that he was almost possessed. It didn’t matter that his instincts and feral urges controlled him. At the end of the day, it was his fault and his fault alone. He deserved to be in this cage. He was a threat to Buffy, Willow, and even Giles if he can’t control himself. Self-hatred was a common thought in Xander’s mind.
“Xander.”
Honestly if Xander was being honest, he deserved this. After all, what could he do to really help?
“Xander!”
He was just the normal guy with nothing much to offer. Buffy has the strength, Willow the brains, and Giles the wisdom. What did he have to offer? Bait for she-monsters? A predator waiting to pounce on his innocent friends?
“Hey Xander!”
Maybe he should just stay locked in this cage for the rest of his life so he doesn’t end up hurting anyone or screwing his life up.
“Oh for Times’ sake. ALEXANDER HARRIS!”
Xander was broken out of his self-pity/hatred when the yell broke through his own thoughts. He looked around the library and didn’t see who yelled at him.
“Damn it all, down here man. For times’ sake, I ain’t that short. Stinking idiot,” groused the voice again.
Xander looked down to see a pretty strange site. It seemed to be a short girl, maybe a middle schooler standing before him. She had emerald green eyes and golden blonde hair done up in elaborate braids. Her choice of attire was some kind of cosplay or role playing robes. She had a bronze colored armor or chest plate while wearing a long flowing robe with bronze markings down the middle. He also realized with horror the cage was open.
“Kid, you got to run. I am a dangerous guy. I deserve to be in this cage!”
The ‘kid’ looked insulted, “I am not a kid, mister. I am a grown woman. Now get out of the damn cage, you are as much a threat to me as a mosquito is to a frog. Hell, that hyena primal possessing you knows better than to mess with me if he knows what's good for him. You hear me spirit!”
Before Xander could reply, he felt an innate fear in his being and that showed whatever was possessing him was afraid. Deathly afraid of this child(?).
“Okay kid ….”
“Chromie. My name is Chromie! I am not a kid, I am just short for times’ sake. Do these grow on kids?” asked Chromie as she used her hands to lift her boobs, which Xander realized were quite well defined and voluptuous.
“So, a shortstack? Okay, but why let me out? Better yet, how did you know I was possessed? Who are you?”
“Again. I am Chromie and I am here to help, now get out of the damn cage. Your pity party is ending and I’m here to teach you some things about the world and yourself. So chop chop. I don’t have all day…… well actually, I have all the time I need but still!”
Xander nervously and cautiously stepped out of the cage. He looked around the library and it felt hollow, empty, and barren. It was still the middle of the school day so…
“Where is G-man? Better yet, where is Buffy and Willow? I don’t remember much after I was knocked out.”
“Oh the gang is preoccupied right now. You know fighting possessed teens,and a crazed witchdoctor. Being a sacrifice to a primal spirit. You know an average day in Sunny Hell.”
“Did you have anything to do with all this crap that happened to me?” asked Xander, getting angry at the thought that someone caused this and was messing with him.
“Nope, I am just here to help you out. Seemed you were in a tough spot and I felt bad just leaving you here to again throw a one man pity party.”
“Why?” That was the only question Xander had at the moment. Why him? Why not the super genius that was his bestie Willow, or the chosen one that was the gorgeous Buffy.
“Well, the better question is why not? I mean, you aren’t a horrible person by any means and you just seem to have a run in with bad luck. I mean, how else would you explain your best friend dying, almost being eaten by a mantis demon, or you know being possessed in a freak ritual?”
Xander felt himself go stone cold as this young woman accurately described the tragedies in his life. Tragedies that no one should have known except the rest of the gang, “What are you?”
Xander thought about running or worse comes to shove jumping back inside the cage for protection.
Chromie’s eyes glowed slightly as a smirk appeared on her lips, “Lets just say that I am here to help and not hurt you Xander. I think that is the least you deserve for everything you have gone through. Now, how about somewhere a little nicer. Are you hungry?”
The nerves wouldn’t leave Xander at the rapid change in conversation, “Yeah, I guess I am hungry. Honestly, I am ravenous.”
“Are you fine with In-N-Out?” questioned Chromie, smiling that she was able to distract Xander if just a little from his self hatred.
With a loud snap, Xander felt his world change and he and Chromie disappeared from the Sunnydale library.
When Xander oriented himself, he saw that he was sitting at a table at In-N-Out. He looked across the table expecting to see Chromie, but she was missing.
“I need two double doubles, fries and two drinks, please… Down here,” Chromie’s pitchy exasperated sounding voice was coming from the counter where the cashier was looking around for the person ordering.
The cashier looked sheepish when she finally spotted Chromie, “Oh! Sorry about that, I’ll put your order in right away ma’am. That’ll be $12.48 total.”
“Here you go, keep the change,” the dwarf replied, handing the girl a twenty before she went and joined Xander in the red leather backed booth.
Once she was across from him Xander finally found the courage to ask, “So umm, don’t take this the wrong way, but… what exactly are you? And don’t say you're just a short stack because I can just feel that’s bull.”
“Oooh?” Chromie said, leering at the boy across from her with a lecherous grin. “Does Xander perhaps like his girls on the short and plump side, hmm?”
“We’re not having this discussion right now, I hardly know you,” Xander deadpanned.
“You didn’t say no~o!” Chromie sing-songed, before giggling and saying, “But to answer your question I’m a gnome, at the moment.”
“A gnome… at the moment… So you're some kind of shapeshifter? What’s your original form then?” He asked.
Deciding to toy with him a bit, Chromie replied, “Well, I’ll give you a hint. Knights usually liked to save princesses from us. The evil ones anyway.”
It all fell into place for him, “A dragon… female I’m assuming?”
The Gnome rolled her eyes, “Well, duh. I’d be a bit uncomfortable being a guy in my guise if I suddenly had certain equipment if you take my meaning?”
That got a chuckle out of the possessed teen. “Yeah I imagine it would… God, no wonder Banzai is afraid of you.”
“You named the spirit possessing you, Banzai?” Chromie asked, bemused with her green eyes twinkling with mirth.
Xander just shrugged, “It’s the name of a Hyena from a movie called the Lion King, sue me.”
“Order up! Two Double Double meals! Order Twenty-two Please!” the cashier called over the intercom.
“That’s us, I’ll go get it.” Xander said getting up from the booth and grabbing their food.
He was back in a matter of moments pushing a paper wrapped sandwich, a small container of fries, and a fizzy concoction towards her. “Thanks for the food.”
As she bit into her burger, Chromie’s eyes lit up, and she ate ravenously. Like… well like a hungry dragon. “Ahh… You humans never cease to amaze me with how creative you can be when it comes to cooked meat, cheese, bread, and vegetables.”
Xander grinned, and shrugged, “What can I say, it's an artform.”
Chromie poked at the fries suspiciously. “These I’m not too keen on. I mean how can frying a root and putting salt on it make it taste good?”
‘Well I guess dragon’s are primarily carnivorous.’ Xander thought to himself. “You won’t know until you try it.”
Pouting a bit, the Gnome huffed, “Fine! But only because you insist!” Tentatively picking one up she put it in her mouth and hesitantly chewed it like it might be poisonous… only to brighten up and then swallow. “Hey, those are pretty good!”
“See. If you think that’s good, wait till you try Twinkies.”
“What’s a twinkie?”
“A yellow sponge cake filled with white cream.”
“That sounds divine. I must try one….. Wait, we’re getting off topic. We got food to get you back on the subject. I am here to help you cause you’ve suffered a lot of shit. And it is only going to get worse, sadly.”
“How… why?” Xander asked the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly standing up at her ominous words.
“Prophecy tends to do that to people and if it was just the local slayer, you would only have to deal with hell on Earth as an uber vamp comes to kill her.”
“ONLY!?” Xander yelled, scaring some of the patrons in the In-N-Out.
“Quiet down, why dontcha? We don’t want everyone and their mother paying attention to us. That blasted spell can only do so much.”
“You cast a spell on me?” asked Xander not enraged but a little nervous on what spell a dragon might have cast. She is a shapeshifting dragon after all.
“What no. I meant the town in general. There is a strong notice me not spell that makes the supernatural and weird things be explained away as common occurrences. I mean come on, gangs on pcp stabbing each other with barbeque forks? I know it's California but that is a bit much dontcha think? Hell, you didn’t even realize your town was infested with vampires till your friend was literally turned into one.”
Xander was going to rebuke her, but he really did wonder why he didn’t notice the strange deaths, disappearances, and overall weird things happening …… or why no one else noticed. He slurped his drink in contemplation.
Chromie bit into her burger with gusto and ate the fries with glee, “But yeah. I usually can’t help too much cause, you know, that would edit the timeline too much and cause a massive amount of paradoxes and I would have to fix it by killing the problem which would have been myself, so another paradox. You see why my hands are tied helping you heroes even though you are outclassed, outgunned and outmaneuvered? But I found a loophole. A Xander shaped loophole.”
“Me. I am your ticket to intervene? Dare I ask what have I done to deserve such a great honor, oh mighty dragon?” sarcastically asked Xander.
“You have suffered.”
The answer made Xander irate, “Hasn’t everyone? Buffy was locked up in the looney bin, Jesse died, hell, I know there are people more able and willing then me who deserve your help. So how could I have suffered so much?”
Chromie was silent for a minute before she spoke, “ Tell me Xander, have you ever heard of reincarnation?”
The teen blinked in utter confusion at the seemingly random question, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“To live is to suffer, and you have lived over four lifetimes of suffering. Your soul has been cleansed and pushed through the grand cycle but again and again you have suffered. You have accumulated enough karma and brownie points if you will that divine intervention is the lowest boon we could grant you,so we decided to mess with time a little. I know I am not supposed to meddle with time but the plausibility will be overcome by what you have overcome.”
“Who do you think I am? I am just a nobody low bottom bum who barely survives to help his friends?” bemoaned Xander.
“Conan.”
Xander stilled at that name. If he heard it any other time he might have thought of the comedian but now his mind stilled as his head started to hurt.
“Elric.”
The pain intensified as Xander started to hold his head as images and memories not his own started to awaken.
“Guts.”
The pain was so severe that Xander couldn’t scream with how overwhelmed with pain. More and more memories flooded his mind so quickly he couldn’t see them all.
“Hyakkimaru.”
Xander fell out of his seat and held his head in agony as Chromie finished her drink then spoke again.
“Each of these men have suffered and fought their whole lives. Few aided them when they were needed most. They tread the path of the warrior, the mage, the knight, the vagabond. Each left an imprint on history and will be remembered forever more in the halls of the divine. Let it be known, Alexander Lavelle Harris. You are a struggler. You have fought against the tides of fate by having the audacity to not fall over and die. You have stood firm against tsunamis while others were blown away. You have earned plenty but lost more. Let it be known that you will be delivered your just reward. I vow on my name of Chronormu. You will have aid, now get up.”
The pain started to fade and Xander……. Xander felt good. Really good. He felt like he just ran a marathon. Xander flexed his fingers and felt the strength behind them. He wasn’t necessarily stronger but he could feel the power behind such small digits. The strength needed to break the neck of a fool that decided to cross him.”
Xander paused at that immediately violent thought and was worried Banzai was trying to rear his head. However, only a small whimper was the hyena spirit’s reply. Xander gathered his courage, “ I don’t fully understand what is going on but I get one thing. Pain, Suffering, Regrets. Those are what I felt from those memories. I can’t place the places or even the people but I get there is something I need to do now. I feel… I feel naked without a weapon in hand now. I feel defenseless against whatever else trods in the dark. I feel this world just grew a lot larger but I remain so small. Chromie, who were those people you mentioned?”
“They were you. Each was a struggler who dug themselves into the annals of history. Now in your fifth life, you shall struggle again but we shall lessen the burden just a little.”
“We?”
“Did you honestly think I alone would be enough to aid you, Xander? There are others who will help you on your journey. Not now. No, not now but soon. We just have to meet them. And time just so happens to be on your side.”
“Do all dragons have a sense of prophecy? Honestly if I didn’t know any better, I would say you have some control of ….time.” mused Xander as he saw the smirk get larger and larger on Chromie’s face. It would have been more menacing if she didn’t chipmunk her food.
Chromie swallowed her food and answered Xander’s question, “I am from a special breed of dragons whose duty is to oversee and aid in time. Usually as I stated earlier, we correct timelines and paradoxes. Whole other bucket of fish, so we don’t need to go there for now, just be at ease. I have seen your story Xander and if I didn’t intervene you would be okay for the most part, but only more tragedy would befall you in the future.”
“That is kind of heavy but you mentioned a prophecy and Buffy’s life is in danger, right? What can I do to prevent or at least change it? Hell, what can I do?” questioned Xander wondering how fate and prophecy even work: is this the Oedipus paradox or something else?
“Oh that prophecy is doomed to fail. The powers that be are kind of salty about it, honestly. They really don’t like their champions and pawns being interfered with besides themselves. Spoiled bunch those guys are.”
“Why is it doomed better yet, how? I thought prophecy was written in stone and unable to be changed?”
“You know about it. That alone changes fate. You are a Struggler. Where others see a wall, you see an exit through grit, sweat, blood, and tears you will find a way. You always do.”
Xander didn’t fully know what she meant, but he understood that his knowledge of said prophecy will help him in preventing it and not causing it luckily enough.
“So what’s the plan then? You wouldn’t have let me out of that cage without a plan, right?”
Chromie nodded as she noisily slurped down the rest of her soda. “Yep, first things first. We should probably go save your friends from the Jhebbal Sag worshiper.”
“A worshiper of whatiy-who?” Xander asked.
“Jhebbal Sag, father of Man-Beasts.” Chromie informed the newly awoken reincarnate. “He might ring a bell if you search your memories for a moment?”
Xander closed his eyes for a moment and searched the dark recesses of his mind, “Demon-God, primordial creator of werewolves and werehyenas seeks to reconjoin man and beasts in primal harmony by spreading various therianthropic diseases, and teaching the primal language.” Eyes snapping open, the vampire hunter asked, “How did I know that?”
“You have four lifetime's worth of memories in your head now. One of them, Conan the Cimmerian fought against the manbeasts of Jhebbal Sag on multiple occasions. Warrior, Raider, Thief, Slave, Prate, and King, Conan did much in his lifetime. He fought the likes of Jhebbal Sag and Set and his Serpentmen numerous times.”
Hearing this made Xander’s head throb as memories came unbidden behind his eyes. He ignored them and cast the visions aside. He had a job to do. “We can talk more about this later, right now my friends are in danger and they need me. Can you get me to them?”
“No problem.” The dragon turned gnome replied chipperly.
“Good, but before that I require one other thing.” Xander said, his voice turning gruff but serious.
“Yes?”
Slamming a fist down on the table“Get me a sword. I don’t care where from or how, but by Crom! Get me a sword, Chromie!”
‘He’s slowly starting to assimilate the memories,’ the Bronze Dragon thought to herself happily as she clapped her hands together. With a snap of her fingers, the world was tinted blue and everyone in In-N-Out stopped moving, and were still as stone. Making a circular motion with her finger, a kaleidoscopic rainbow portal, a thick arming sword fell out onto the tabletop. “Will this do?”
Hefting the sword in hand, Xander gave it a few test swings, noticing his form was awful and needed improving, “It’ll do. Thank you Chromie. I remember where to go. Is there any way this portal can take me there?”
“You bet, just uh be careful. A god no matter how forgotten is still a god,” replied Chromie with slight worry on her face as she was basically sending Xander into the hyena’s den.
“I’ll be fine,” Xander said as he walked through the portal, his brow furrowed, jaw firmly set, muscles ready to spring into action.
(...)
He came out of the portal cloaked in shadows peering into the darkness, he found Buffy and the others being set upon by Hyenamen. Their bodies humanoid yet covered in spotted fur, rippling muscle, faces twisted into short snouts that ended in snarling jaws, and hands that ended in tearing claws.
“Hehehehhe!” One of the beasts laughed as it viciously clawed at the Slayer drawing blood from her arm.
Xander saw red, and with a roar befitting a Cimmerian warrior he launched himself at the beasts.
HRAAAH!” He yelled, body bent like a bow as he cleft an arm off the offending creature, causing it to howl and yelp in pain, only for Xander to boot it mercilessly in the chest, sending it flying into its packmates who attempted to jump onto his exposed and open back.
“X-Xander?” Buffy said with a bit of fear and awe in her tone in equal measure.
“Buffy… Slayer. If there was ever a time to live up to your title, now’s the time! If you do not wish to become food for these foul abominations, then fight like you were born to do! We can settle all scores after they are dead!”
Squaring her shoulders, Buffy punched the closest werehyena that got too close, she caved in its chest with a single blow. “Fine, but we will be talking about this, Xan.”
“I expect no less, woman! Now stop talking and start killing!” Xander grunted back as he waded into the fray, his sword gleaming crimson as it bathed in werehyena blood as he made his way to the witchdoctor. With every foe he wounded, Buffy took the liberty of finishing off with a punch, kick or in one’s case, stomp to the throat. Advancing on the witchdoctor with bloody blade in hand, and murder in his eyes, Xander spoke calmly, “I suggest you pray to your god for leniency for your failures before I send you to meet him in person.”
“I-I… you can’t do this! I… I’m harmless now, see? Without the hyenas, I can’t do anything.” the man said, begging for his life.
“Xander,” Giles said, calling out gently to the boy. “He’s right, he’s not a threat anymore, son.”
Taking his eyes off the man and flicking them to the one he considered his true father, Xander replied, “You of all people should know Giles, that there is no such thing as a harmless wizard.” Xander turned back just in time to catch a jagged obsidian knife that was aimed for his eye with his free hand. He hissed in fury as it bit to the bone of the phalanges of his fingers, and then bit deeper still. Without a moment's hesitation, his sword lashed out like the head of a serpent. Finding purchase in the witchdoctors guts.
The man doubled over the wound letting out a harrowing cry as blood dribbled from his mouth. But Xander wasn’t done. Wrenching his blade from the man’s innards, he hacked away at his neck. Once, twice, thrice, until with his still bleeding hand, he wrenched the man's head off the last bit of sinew that was connected to his neck before contemptuously tossing the severed skull into the lion exhibit. The now headless corpse fell backwards, quickly following suit. Turning to face the surprised Slayer, Xander said, “Now, I believe you and I have an account to settle, don't we Buffy?”
Looking at him standing there, sword and hand both bloodied, Buffy saw him in a new light. Gone was the clown. Here now, standing in front of her, was a warrior.
‘I dunno what got into Xander lately but I kinda like it… it's a little scary but… I kinda like scary things.’ Buffy couldn’t help but think to herself as her mind went back and forth between Xander and Angel. Taking a breath she said, “Let’s just call everything fair and square, Xan, you saved our asses at the last second.”
His brow furrowing in confusion and suspicion Xander replied, “If you're sure…”
The Slayer nodded, “We’re good Xander, trust me.”
“Fine then, I suggest we all make ourselves scarce before we get clamped in irons and accused of murder,” He replied before making his way towards the door. Glancing back he asked, “See you tomorrow Buffy?”
The Slayer gave her friend a winning smile, “Yeah, till tomorrow. Take it easy, Xan… but you might want to do something with that…” She said pointing at his bloody sword.
“Hmm? Oh right.” He said before he tucked the sword down his pants leg and behind his Hawaiian shirt, concealing it from view.
After he was gone Willow said what everybody was thinking. “Okay, what the hell’s gotten into Xander? He’s acting very… very un-Xander-like.”
Buffy shrugged, “I dunno but he saved our asses, that’s gotta count for something right?” She stood up for her Xander-shaped friend even as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the lions gnawing on the remains of the zookeeper turned witchdoctor.
Giles cleared his throat. “While his methods were a bit… brutal. I can’t argue with the results. We owe Xander our lives, and also, he was correct. We should be going unless we wish to find out how the cots in Sunnydales police precinct feel tonight.”
“But… but… shouldn’t we be a bit concerned that Xander just killed a man? Where’d he get a sword, how’d he know where we were, how did he escape the cage! Why am I the only one freaking out about this?!” Willow asked near hyperventilating at the end.
Putting his hands on the redhead's shoulders, Giles said, “These are all very good questions Willow. Questions we will get answers to. However, Xander did just save our lives. I think that’s earned him the benefit of the doubt, don’t you?”
Willow looked down and nodded, “Yes. I’m just worried about him, Giles.”
The librarian offered her a kind smile. “I know you are my dear, but have some faith. This is Xander after all.”
Willow brightened at that, “Yeah true… so Buffy, chick-flick night at my place?”
“Sounds good Wills.” The Slayer agreed. Looking at her Watcher the faux-blonde asked, “Give us a ride Giles?”
“Oh I suppose…” the Englishman grumbled as he nervously cleaned his glasses as the trio walked away from the scene. None noticed the totem the witchdoctor was using having its eyes glow a menacing red as it burst into flames leaving nothing but ashes.
(...)
Xander escaped the zoo and tread the long path home. The battle haze ending Xander realized with horror he just murdered a man in cold blood.
“Oh Crom!” yelled Xander as he bent over and vomited as he felt the blood and viscera that covered his body. Xander started to hyperventilate as a cold towel was put on his back.
He looked up from his bent position and saw Chromie smiling at him. It was a gentle and kind smile, “It's okay Xander, you have to remember that he tried to kill not only you but your friends. Now wipe yourself down before some two bit cop tries to take you in. I think the last thing you want is sitting in a cold cell.”
“Thanks Chromie. I ….. I am really thankful for the help. I gotta do something. That haze or whatever. It felt great but dangerous, lord knows what I might do. I … I have to train. I still felt weak. I slew the beast but it felt so flimsy. My slashes alone should have culled them but Buffy had to clean up after me. I need to train. I need somewhere to train. Do you have any suggestions?”
“I have some suggestions, yes. But you not only want to build up strength in your entire body but to swing a sword well. I do know of one weapon that just swinging it would help you,” stated Chromie with displeasure.
“What is it? I question what weapon would make you uncomfortable?”
His answer came in a rainbow like portal as a giant hunk of rusted metal fell from it and cracked the concrete and asphalt as it landed.
“What …. What is this thing? It is too large to be a sword Chromie. What…. What am I looking at?” questioned Xander as memories flooded his mind as he touched the rusted monument to time long past. It was a sorry sight to see that something that Xander fondly felt was forgotten.
“Dragonslayer.” was the only answer Chromie gave while she looked at the sword with slight trepidation and even fear if Xander had to guess.
“Pardon?”
“That is its name. It has killed things that should have never met death. Things not of this world. Evil things. Things that make those vampires you fought look like small children. Now I can’t guarantee it has ever slain one of my kin but it slayed something just as grand.”
“What is as grand as a dragon?” asked Xander, bewildered that such a rusted hunk of metal could do any damage.
“A god.”
Xander fell in silence as he realized what lay before him while old, rusted, and disused. Was probably his best bet for now to train and work with. Xander hefted with all his might and was barely able to hold the thing with two hands. He was tired and almost exhausted just from pulling it up but he flexed what muscles he had and carried the sword, “I have a training weapon, now I need somewhere to train. Know any good places, especially ones with cliffs?” asked Xander as he walked down the street with Chromie keeping pace with him.
“I might know just the spot Xander!” piped up Chromie as the two companions planned and thought about what to do next.
However as the saying goes, "The brighter a light shines, the more shadows it will cast.”
(...)
Word Count: 5,062 Number of Pages: 15 Date Completed: 3/26/2024
AN: Hello ladies and Gents and welcome to Eternal Struggler Ch.1! A fic where Xander… Struggles. Like all his previous incarnations did against fate, destiny, and demons. It’s gonna be a helluva time. Cause at the end of the day, Xander is a muscular guy with a sword, and a whole lotta grit fighting forces no man should be capable of fighting… and doing it anyway. I think this is the most ‘everyman Xander story’ I’ve ever written, possibly short of Suit that Made the Man. That said, tell me what you think. Love it? Hate it? Hate me constantly coming up with new stories? (You can blame my ADHD for that!) That said, by the time you read this story my birthday, the 1st of April will have come and gone. So, gimme a belated birthday present and review eh? Now, here’s Snowy and Hassan to round things up.
Snowy:
Hassan:
Thanks again for reading! This has been an Inkblot Bros Production! Peace!
Comments
Swordcollector45
Damn that was interesting. Hopefully he doesn't have to summon the chao lord again.
Bubbajack
If you truly wish to understand who Elric of Melnibone is, I would suggest starting here: https://stormbringer.fandom.com/wiki/Elric_of_Melnibon%C3%A9
Swordcollector45
Loved it btw I know 3 of the four but who is Elric as the only ones I know of are the elric brothers from FMA
