Zelos almost laughed when she said that Chosen was a good title to have. In reality it wasn’t, but it gained him the ear of the king, and the attention of many young ladies. The Chosen have been a curse, but it gave him power and prestige… introducing himself in this fashion was simply a habit.

Before the girl could give him her name though, she leapt into that air and underwent a very odd transformation. “Ah, it gets more interesting every minute,” Zelos whispered to himself. He revealed his own wings and floated up to her level as he watched her lay waste to a group of Nobodies. “Those are some nice wings, although the only things I know that have wings are Summon Spirits, monsters, and angels. You’re defiantly not a Summon Spirit, you aren’t any monster I have met before, and you seem a bit far from angelic.” Zelos thought for a moment. He wondered what he might be getting himself into by continually flirting with this women… oh well. “Then again,” Zelos said slyly, “I don’t always act like much of an angel ether.”