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The dark champion has been sent on his way. His fate is not mine to judge but his to make at the summit. The Partners will surely beset him with all sorts of hellfire, yet he carries his own weapons closely. Vampires are never without offense.
Now the rest follow, a path that will be diverted for them. Staring intently at the spot where they materialize I never blink, watching without pause as they are overwhelmed by the room. Always thinking the same thought, What is this place, Am I dead... Sadly typical. Not without interest however. Roaring I watch them all tremble, their group tightening. Except for one, this woman has no fear of me. Sniffing I smell only death in her bones.
Lilah Morgan. This is not her place, she knows this. I know this. Slowly approaching their group I walk past her, brushing her aside as though she never existed. The rest, they were the ones that wished to find the Angel. Such a jumble, traitor, ghost, seer, slayer, and one girl. The traitor and the slayer attempted to protect their lovers, stepping forward as though they could stop me. Fools. Locking my eyes onto the girl I took control of her mind, taking her memories all she knew and absorbing it. She would speak for me.
Never pausing in my movement I circled around them as the girl, as Fred told them I would not harm them. They were all afraid of me, even the ghost. Afraid of what they didn't understand. Afraid for their fallen friend, the sacrifice. Afraid and angry, the slayer more so then any other in their party. Angel is in battle, they could not alter his fate. It was as it was to be. Creating a vision, I allowed them to watch as he fought, making his way to the senior partners, using every trick and weapon he had taken with him against their forces. The potions and spell he had taken from the watcher and this Fred serving him well.
Touching the mind of the seer I allowed her to be in Angel's body as he fought. He destroyed many of them, demons falling by the wayside in scores. Yet they were too many, overwhelming him. She felt his pain, felt his fall. Watching their reactions rather them the battle I could see their love for the vampire in spite of the anger. The seer falling as pain from the vision overwhelmed even her. The slayer at her side, cursing that she was not in the battle. The traitor watching numbly, attempting to understand, to make logic where there was only chaos. The ghost... that must change. He would be the champion now. Fred would tell him this. He would fight, they would aid him. The seer would be his link, the traitor is confidant, the slayer his aide.
Brushing past the ghost my fur made contact with his leg, watching as he jumped, suddenly corporeal I refrained from looking back, walking away into the whiteness. Leaving Fred with one last message before releasing them from my place.
Move on.
Now the rest follow, a path that will be diverted for them. Staring intently at the spot where they materialize I never blink, watching without pause as they are overwhelmed by the room. Always thinking the same thought, What is this place, Am I dead... Sadly typical. Not without interest however. Roaring I watch them all tremble, their group tightening. Except for one, this woman has no fear of me. Sniffing I smell only death in her bones.
Lilah Morgan. This is not her place, she knows this. I know this. Slowly approaching their group I walk past her, brushing her aside as though she never existed. The rest, they were the ones that wished to find the Angel. Such a jumble, traitor, ghost, seer, slayer, and one girl. The traitor and the slayer attempted to protect their lovers, stepping forward as though they could stop me. Fools. Locking my eyes onto the girl I took control of her mind, taking her memories all she knew and absorbing it. She would speak for me.
Never pausing in my movement I circled around them as the girl, as Fred told them I would not harm them. They were all afraid of me, even the ghost. Afraid of what they didn't understand. Afraid for their fallen friend, the sacrifice. Afraid and angry, the slayer more so then any other in their party. Angel is in battle, they could not alter his fate. It was as it was to be. Creating a vision, I allowed them to watch as he fought, making his way to the senior partners, using every trick and weapon he had taken with him against their forces. The potions and spell he had taken from the watcher and this Fred serving him well.
Touching the mind of the seer I allowed her to be in Angel's body as he fought. He destroyed many of them, demons falling by the wayside in scores. Yet they were too many, overwhelming him. She felt his pain, felt his fall. Watching their reactions rather them the battle I could see their love for the vampire in spite of the anger. The seer falling as pain from the vision overwhelmed even her. The slayer at her side, cursing that she was not in the battle. The traitor watching numbly, attempting to understand, to make logic where there was only chaos. The ghost... that must change. He would be the champion now. Fred would tell him this. He would fight, they would aid him. The seer would be his link, the traitor is confidant, the slayer his aide.
Brushing past the ghost my fur made contact with his leg, watching as he jumped, suddenly corporeal I refrained from looking back, walking away into the whiteness. Leaving Fred with one last message before releasing them from my place.
Move on.