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The slayer was never far from my mind. Merging my power, essence...my greatness with her mortality left a stain, an imprint of her self, inside my self. I could hear her voice or sense her power even though I knew she was not near. It irritated and annoyed me that something as pathetic as a human, even a human that was a slayer, could continue to be a prominent part of my thought process. I should have her burned out of my mind with hot pokers, to never bother me again.
But, I knew that would not work. She would always be there, an irritating scratch that would never go away. A spot that I could no more reach to scratch if it were on another being, and yet it was on me and I could not get to it. She was something to endure and eventually....eventually enjoy? Could I, Illyria, maker of dreams and desires, actually enjoy anything that had to do with a human? Could there be a way for one a great as I to use this slayer to my own purposes for amusement, entertainment and enjoyment?
This slayer is supposed to be showing me this pathetic world. She is supposed to be my 'guide'. Yet, it has only been me giving to her. This slayer is using me! I was furious when I realized this! I had been helping her and with no return on my services! This slayer is a clever human, sneaky and manipulative. But no more! I will have her as my guide on things that I am curious about! She will do these things, show me things, or I will let her mind rot and fall into that blackness that threatens her existence every second.
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Walking through the streets of this city, moving closer to the building in which I knew the slayer would be, I could sense...death. I tilted my head and listened to the living things in nature whispering their ancient secrets. They knew when another living being was to die and they were yelling out their anger at this occurrence. This death was not fated to happen and the trees, the flowers, the dirt...they were angry.
I walked through the doors of this hotel and watched as Wesley pushed a knife into his own throat. Humans. What cowardly creatures that they think it a lasting respite from life to take their life. If they only knew what waited for them after their mortal coil was no longer living. But that was not for me to speak about. So I stood and watched, the liquid life pouring from the man's neck. The shell rushed forward as if an unseen force guided her hands and began saving his unworthy and useless life.
When she finished, I stepped forward and glared at them all. So pathetic, so unworthy of me, and yet here I stand, in their company. The slayer turned to me, no surprise showing on her face. She knew I'd been here all along and I could suddenly smell the one who hovered so near death on her. She stank of his odor and I wanted to peel her skin off so it would no longer offend me. I stared at the shell, the half-breed and then human who would need further attention, "You will take care of him. I have need of the slayer's abilities."
Grabbing the slayer by the arm and creating a portal, I pulled her through dimension after dimension. When the madness ended, we were standing in a room. A bed was in the far corner while a table and chairs pressed against another wall. I'd seen into the slayer's mind, and I knew that what I wanted of her would be gained much quicker if my appearance were that of another female she knew. My form quickly changed and I looked out at her from behind blue eyes and whispered, "Faith...I need you..."
But, I knew that would not work. She would always be there, an irritating scratch that would never go away. A spot that I could no more reach to scratch if it were on another being, and yet it was on me and I could not get to it. She was something to endure and eventually....eventually enjoy? Could I, Illyria, maker of dreams and desires, actually enjoy anything that had to do with a human? Could there be a way for one a great as I to use this slayer to my own purposes for amusement, entertainment and enjoyment?
This slayer is supposed to be showing me this pathetic world. She is supposed to be my 'guide'. Yet, it has only been me giving to her. This slayer is using me! I was furious when I realized this! I had been helping her and with no return on my services! This slayer is a clever human, sneaky and manipulative. But no more! I will have her as my guide on things that I am curious about! She will do these things, show me things, or I will let her mind rot and fall into that blackness that threatens her existence every second.
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Walking through the streets of this city, moving closer to the building in which I knew the slayer would be, I could sense...death. I tilted my head and listened to the living things in nature whispering their ancient secrets. They knew when another living being was to die and they were yelling out their anger at this occurrence. This death was not fated to happen and the trees, the flowers, the dirt...they were angry.
I walked through the doors of this hotel and watched as Wesley pushed a knife into his own throat. Humans. What cowardly creatures that they think it a lasting respite from life to take their life. If they only knew what waited for them after their mortal coil was no longer living. But that was not for me to speak about. So I stood and watched, the liquid life pouring from the man's neck. The shell rushed forward as if an unseen force guided her hands and began saving his unworthy and useless life.
When she finished, I stepped forward and glared at them all. So pathetic, so unworthy of me, and yet here I stand, in their company. The slayer turned to me, no surprise showing on her face. She knew I'd been here all along and I could suddenly smell the one who hovered so near death on her. She stank of his odor and I wanted to peel her skin off so it would no longer offend me. I stared at the shell, the half-breed and then human who would need further attention, "You will take care of him. I have need of the slayer's abilities."
Grabbing the slayer by the arm and creating a portal, I pulled her through dimension after dimension. When the madness ended, we were standing in a room. A bed was in the far corner while a table and chairs pressed against another wall. I'd seen into the slayer's mind, and I knew that what I wanted of her would be gained much quicker if my appearance were that of another female she knew. My form quickly changed and I looked out at her from behind blue eyes and whispered, "Faith...I need you..."