Illyria to the rescue against Vail. From genesis_la
The measures had been set, the dye casted, and now, it was up to all of us to do our best, or in this instance, our worst to our foes.
Angel had been sure that most if not all of us would die because of this, if not because of the foes that we were facing, then surely from the repercussions that followed our actions. We were all attacking the Circle of the Blackthorn. Angel's evil lately had been well planned on his part and I had to give him the highest of marks for both the ingenuity of his recent duplicitous actions, and because of the simplicity of what he was trying to accomplish. Most of these killings would eliminate the worst threats of evil on Earth, although Archduke Sebassis commanded an army of thousands, and if Sebassis was suddenly ripped from the Earth, then they would surely respond at the behest of the Senior Partners, or just for revenge.
Either way, when this was over, if we survived, or the survivors as a whole, would need new employ, but the way that I saw it, it was the way it was meant to be. We should have stayed at the Hyperion and Angel Investigations all along, and it was something, anything for me to look forward to.
My task was to kill the old warlock, Vail, and having seen him on two occassions previous, I didn't see myself struggling with this endeavor. Still, Angel had warned me that the circle had considered me a threat to Angel's position, and it would work to my advantage, so with a grasping spell folded in my palm, and in the dark of night, I made my way to Vail's rather spacious mansion. I didn't believe that I was in danger, and as Angel predicted, Vail was more then welcoming. I found the mere sight of him repulsive and detested sitting through dinner with him.
Vail then told me, after I had told him about Angel's instability, that he didn't know if my suspicions were founded, and as he wiped his wrinkled face, I hit him with the spell. I thought that I had the upper hand, but the old man was hard to get a hold on. Using magicks had been a dreadful mistake, and as he held me up with just the flick of his wrist, I realized that I should have used weapons and his conflicted airway to handle him, as opposed to magicks.
He taunted me, calling me a pathetic little man who didn't know who he was dealing.
"I guess you're right, Vail," I struggled to say, as his grasp on me was choking. He approached. "I guess that I went about this the wrong way. I guess that I'll have to do this the old-fashioned way."
I produced a knife from my pocket and embraced it in my hand, and he saw the gesture and taunted that I was right, and called a knife of a rather large ilk to his hand from a shelf off of the wall. I thought that the end was near, when I heard the door slammed open, and felt the traces of Illyria coming towards us. Vail looked, but still brought the knife forward, just as I stabbed him too. The knife ripped into my side, and I fell to the ground, as he did in tandem.
He moved, and Illyria stomped the pitiful old wizard's head into bits and then came to me. "It's not fatal. It hurts like a bitch, Illyria, and thank God for your timing, but we need to get to that alley near the Hyperion, now."
She helped me up, and appeared to be truly concerned for me. I had always found fascination for her because Fred was somewhere buried beneath, or at least what used to be Fred, but I had always held contempt for her as well. The minute that she saved my life, I changed. I had just changed as we left Vail's home. She didn't take Fred. She would have taken whoever freed her. She didn't want to kill Fred more then any other person, and I took pride as we went as fast as I could go, then pieces of my love, of my Fred were still within her.
Angel had been sure that most if not all of us would die because of this, if not because of the foes that we were facing, then surely from the repercussions that followed our actions. We were all attacking the Circle of the Blackthorn. Angel's evil lately had been well planned on his part and I had to give him the highest of marks for both the ingenuity of his recent duplicitous actions, and because of the simplicity of what he was trying to accomplish. Most of these killings would eliminate the worst threats of evil on Earth, although Archduke Sebassis commanded an army of thousands, and if Sebassis was suddenly ripped from the Earth, then they would surely respond at the behest of the Senior Partners, or just for revenge.
Either way, when this was over, if we survived, or the survivors as a whole, would need new employ, but the way that I saw it, it was the way it was meant to be. We should have stayed at the Hyperion and Angel Investigations all along, and it was something, anything for me to look forward to.
My task was to kill the old warlock, Vail, and having seen him on two occassions previous, I didn't see myself struggling with this endeavor. Still, Angel had warned me that the circle had considered me a threat to Angel's position, and it would work to my advantage, so with a grasping spell folded in my palm, and in the dark of night, I made my way to Vail's rather spacious mansion. I didn't believe that I was in danger, and as Angel predicted, Vail was more then welcoming. I found the mere sight of him repulsive and detested sitting through dinner with him.
Vail then told me, after I had told him about Angel's instability, that he didn't know if my suspicions were founded, and as he wiped his wrinkled face, I hit him with the spell. I thought that I had the upper hand, but the old man was hard to get a hold on. Using magicks had been a dreadful mistake, and as he held me up with just the flick of his wrist, I realized that I should have used weapons and his conflicted airway to handle him, as opposed to magicks.
He taunted me, calling me a pathetic little man who didn't know who he was dealing.
"I guess you're right, Vail," I struggled to say, as his grasp on me was choking. He approached. "I guess that I went about this the wrong way. I guess that I'll have to do this the old-fashioned way."
I produced a knife from my pocket and embraced it in my hand, and he saw the gesture and taunted that I was right, and called a knife of a rather large ilk to his hand from a shelf off of the wall. I thought that the end was near, when I heard the door slammed open, and felt the traces of Illyria coming towards us. Vail looked, but still brought the knife forward, just as I stabbed him too. The knife ripped into my side, and I fell to the ground, as he did in tandem.
He moved, and Illyria stomped the pitiful old wizard's head into bits and then came to me. "It's not fatal. It hurts like a bitch, Illyria, and thank God for your timing, but we need to get to that alley near the Hyperion, now."
She helped me up, and appeared to be truly concerned for me. I had always found fascination for her because Fred was somewhere buried beneath, or at least what used to be Fred, but I had always held contempt for her as well. The minute that she saved my life, I changed. I had just changed as we left Vail's home. She didn't take Fred. She would have taken whoever freed her. She didn't want to kill Fred more then any other person, and I took pride as we went as fast as I could go, then pieces of my love, of my Fred were still within her.