Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, not the ones from Marvel or from Joss Whedon or anywhere else I may have borrowed them from. Only thing that belongs to me here is the idea. And now, for your approval. Warning: Language and suggestive scenes.
"Just How Did Angel Come Back From Hell"
In the space of an eye blink Angelous found himself once again thrust back into the dark recesses of Angels mind. The eyes that opened from that single blink belonged wholly to Angel. Confused he glanced around and then looked at Buffy, standing before him with a sword pointed at his chest.
"What's happening?" he had asked.
"Shhh. Don't worry about it." Buffy whispered into his ear as she held him close. She then leaned in to kiss him lightly one last time saying "I love you."
"I love you." Angel whispers back.
"Close your eyes." Buffy tells him and he does so.
The deep emotional pain was perfectly clear on Buffys' face as she stepped back slightly then thrust the sword forward, sliding the blade through Angel's chest. At the intense pain Angels eyes snapped open in hurt and wonder.
"BUFFY?"
The energy from the still forming portal entwined around Angel. He reached out plaintively towards Buffy just before he disappeared from sight within the collapsing portal. The statue of Acathla stood silently, accusing Buffy of murder as she dropped the sword and slowly walked away.
The crystal plane in which this scene was taking place shimmered as a young girls hand passed across it. A few muttered words in a forgotten tongue are heard as a new scene reveals itself within the lattice. It is a place straight out of Dante's worst nightmares.
Rivers of molten rock, fire and brimstone, cries of eternal agony and damnation and a monstrous horned beast sitting upon a throne of human bone. Diablo, Lord of Terror, one of the highest powers of Hell, the demon dimension.
Standing better than twenty feet tall with scaly red skin, he appears as a cross between a spiked dinosaur and a human. Re-bent legs, saurian tail ended with a triple spike, molten yellow eyes, huge razor sharp fangs and twin massive horns curving forward from either side of his head. A third horn juts from his chin as a well as a dual line of long spikes adorn his spine. His visage at least earns his title, his actions make it necessary.
Even now, simply sitting, waiting upon his throne he invokes the deepest fear in those around him. Even those who are counted among his faithful servants. His eyes flash with anticipation as a portal forms some distance before him and between two smaller but still imposing enforcer demons. A human form is ejected from the swirling energy to land facedown upon the reddish dirt. The portal is gone faster than it arrived and the two enforcers each use an arm to pull Angel to his feet and beyond.
Suspended between the twelve foot demons Angel can't avoid seeing the creature who has been awaiting his presence. His groan of dismay was entirely internal; he wouldn't give this beast the satisfaction of seeing it. It didn't matter; Diablo could smell despair from halfway across a lake of fire. He grins as he stands and approaches his new plaything. A low rumble of pleasure can be heard from deep within his chest as he stops before the petty human.
"Angel... it is a pleasure to meet you at last." Diablo's voice is deep and full of subsonic resonance's, so much so it is almost felt more than it is heard. "Of course you would disagree and yet, that too pleases me." Using the tip of a finger he forced Angels face upwards to meet his gaze. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?"
Angel bravely cocks an eyebrow upwards then answers "Not long enough."
His foolish bravado amuses Diablo whose form shakes with a deep mirth. It is a sound meant to express his joy and yet it sends souls and demons scampering in fear.
"No dear Angel, I have been waiting far TOO long. If it wasn't for the excellent work you performed as Angelous I would have sent for you much sooner than this." the beast stepped back from his prize. "But now that I have you and your... undivided attention, allow me to introduce you to an old friend of yours. Angelous."
This time Angel did groan out loud as his vampire self came strolling out from behind the enforcers restraining him. His jaunty grin was made all the more unbearable by the fact that he seemed to be perfectly at ease in his new environment. But then again, this was home to the vampire.
"Hello brother." Angelous crowed "I'm looking forward to spending, ooh, eternity with you... screaming in pain that is." He moved closer to his mortal twin. "I'm sure you remember how good I am at torture and I just know that together, we can come up with things that would make Pinhead jealous." The mention of that name drew an unwanted hiss of disgust from Diablo.
"Mention not that freak of Hell. Leviathan has no right tampering with souls in such a manner and then setting them upon others as if they were demons in their own right." Truth to be told, which demons rarely did, Diablo was actually jealous that his older cousin was allowed living souls within his grasp. Something Diablo had never had... until now.
"Forgive me my Lord and Master." Angelous bowed to the Lord of Terror. "But I have learned that humans have a capacity for evil which can rival all but the most powerful of Hells minions."
"Be that as it may, I will have none of that work here. Take your prize and be gone, I have other issues to which I must attend." With that Diablo dismissed the vampire and enforcers with a wave of his hand. As they retreated Angel heard him one last time "Please feel free to enjoy your stay, my mortal Angel." Followed by that same evil laughter.
Outside the light cast by the scrying crystal a deep gravelly voice spoke "Big guy is just bloody full of himself, eh boss."
The demons face is momentarily lit by the glow of a cigar as the he pulls deeply upon it. Even though it is pale purple, covered in more of a suede like hide and with a single short upturned horn above his forehead, it is only slightly less imposing than Diablo's own visage.
"He has reason to be S'ym." came the response.
This voice could best be described as that of a horny angel. It was a husky voice which spoke the words softly and yet none had to strain to hear them. The words also carried with them a sense of complete confidence in her power and force of will. Obviously this was a being not to be crossed. With a slight gesture the scrying crystal faded from view while the source-less illumination within the reddish stone throne hall raised itself.
"He's been a prime power since before man's fore-fathers existed."
"Big fraggin deal, he doesn't act it." S'ym was revealed as a ten foot demon with longer arms than legs and a long, again, saurian style tail. His heavily muscled body covered in a simple leather vest and shorts. His boss appeared to be his complete opposite, a true beauty and the beast.
"Well he is the youngest of them. Give him time. Demons like him tend to take longer to mature fully." She was barely 5'7" with waist length straight blond hair, lightly tanned human skin and purest blue eyes. Eyes which could hold the warmth of passion one moment and the cold fire of the void in the next. Her tight athletic body was highly revealed by the full sleeved white leather halfshirt and the ankle length loin clothes attached to the front and rear of a metal link belt barely resting upon her hips.
She grew quiet as she rested her chin upon a hand propped on the arm of her intricately carved red stone throne, while the back of one ankle lightly caressed the front of the other.
"Oh boy, I know that expression, Boss is up to sum'thin." S'ym spoke out loud but mostly to himself.
The various other multi formed demons dared not approach any closer than their concealing shadows. Their Mistress was fickle and easily angered and none of them felt like dying at the moment.
"How true S'ym, how true." she smiled as she spoke.
To not know this girl and see this smile was to assume she was thinking of a boyfriend or lover or maybe even the latest fashion that was soon to be hers. S'ym, knowing her like he did, took a slight step backwards and wondered if he could leave without attracting her attention. Not a chance but he wondered none the less. His Mistress suddenly stood and turned to her chief demon to ask in a pleasantly conversational tone
"S'ym, how would you like to take a trip with me?"
"Be S'yms pleasure, Boss." he replied but his slight hesitation and lack of grin betrayed that it would probably be anything but his pleasure.
"I'm sure it would." The girl agreed while knowing better.
Then with a gesture her reignment was transformed into a silver armor covering her body from the neck down as a second skin would. The armor flexed and moved with every muscle while holding her body firmly and securely. A second gesture brought a long sword into being, along with a sheath strapped across her backside. As the sword settled home the armor shifted, seemingly of its own accord, into a more ornate form, slightly mirroring full plate mail but with detailed etchings and symbols.
"Ooo," S'yms voice was laced with sarcasm "formal wear. Who we going to see, Boss?"
She grinned as if S'ym should have been able to figure it out for himself but then said "Diablo." anyways.
S'yms small cry of dismay was swallowed along with him and his Mistress in a golden disk of light. When it passed they had gone elsewhere. The demons remaining behind were left to wonder what fun the Mistress had decided upon now and whether or not it would actually be fun for them as well. Probably not.
"Just How Did Angel Come Back From Hell"
In the space of an eye blink Angelous found himself once again thrust back into the dark recesses of Angels mind. The eyes that opened from that single blink belonged wholly to Angel. Confused he glanced around and then looked at Buffy, standing before him with a sword pointed at his chest.
"What's happening?" he had asked.
"Shhh. Don't worry about it." Buffy whispered into his ear as she held him close. She then leaned in to kiss him lightly one last time saying "I love you."
"I love you." Angel whispers back.
"Close your eyes." Buffy tells him and he does so.
The deep emotional pain was perfectly clear on Buffys' face as she stepped back slightly then thrust the sword forward, sliding the blade through Angel's chest. At the intense pain Angels eyes snapped open in hurt and wonder.
"BUFFY?"
The energy from the still forming portal entwined around Angel. He reached out plaintively towards Buffy just before he disappeared from sight within the collapsing portal. The statue of Acathla stood silently, accusing Buffy of murder as she dropped the sword and slowly walked away.
The crystal plane in which this scene was taking place shimmered as a young girls hand passed across it. A few muttered words in a forgotten tongue are heard as a new scene reveals itself within the lattice. It is a place straight out of Dante's worst nightmares.
Rivers of molten rock, fire and brimstone, cries of eternal agony and damnation and a monstrous horned beast sitting upon a throne of human bone. Diablo, Lord of Terror, one of the highest powers of Hell, the demon dimension.
Standing better than twenty feet tall with scaly red skin, he appears as a cross between a spiked dinosaur and a human. Re-bent legs, saurian tail ended with a triple spike, molten yellow eyes, huge razor sharp fangs and twin massive horns curving forward from either side of his head. A third horn juts from his chin as a well as a dual line of long spikes adorn his spine. His visage at least earns his title, his actions make it necessary.
Even now, simply sitting, waiting upon his throne he invokes the deepest fear in those around him. Even those who are counted among his faithful servants. His eyes flash with anticipation as a portal forms some distance before him and between two smaller but still imposing enforcer demons. A human form is ejected from the swirling energy to land facedown upon the reddish dirt. The portal is gone faster than it arrived and the two enforcers each use an arm to pull Angel to his feet and beyond.
Suspended between the twelve foot demons Angel can't avoid seeing the creature who has been awaiting his presence. His groan of dismay was entirely internal; he wouldn't give this beast the satisfaction of seeing it. It didn't matter; Diablo could smell despair from halfway across a lake of fire. He grins as he stands and approaches his new plaything. A low rumble of pleasure can be heard from deep within his chest as he stops before the petty human.
"Angel... it is a pleasure to meet you at last." Diablo's voice is deep and full of subsonic resonance's, so much so it is almost felt more than it is heard. "Of course you would disagree and yet, that too pleases me." Using the tip of a finger he forced Angels face upwards to meet his gaze. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?"
Angel bravely cocks an eyebrow upwards then answers "Not long enough."
His foolish bravado amuses Diablo whose form shakes with a deep mirth. It is a sound meant to express his joy and yet it sends souls and demons scampering in fear.
"No dear Angel, I have been waiting far TOO long. If it wasn't for the excellent work you performed as Angelous I would have sent for you much sooner than this." the beast stepped back from his prize. "But now that I have you and your... undivided attention, allow me to introduce you to an old friend of yours. Angelous."
This time Angel did groan out loud as his vampire self came strolling out from behind the enforcers restraining him. His jaunty grin was made all the more unbearable by the fact that he seemed to be perfectly at ease in his new environment. But then again, this was home to the vampire.
"Hello brother." Angelous crowed "I'm looking forward to spending, ooh, eternity with you... screaming in pain that is." He moved closer to his mortal twin. "I'm sure you remember how good I am at torture and I just know that together, we can come up with things that would make Pinhead jealous." The mention of that name drew an unwanted hiss of disgust from Diablo.
"Mention not that freak of Hell. Leviathan has no right tampering with souls in such a manner and then setting them upon others as if they were demons in their own right." Truth to be told, which demons rarely did, Diablo was actually jealous that his older cousin was allowed living souls within his grasp. Something Diablo had never had... until now.
"Forgive me my Lord and Master." Angelous bowed to the Lord of Terror. "But I have learned that humans have a capacity for evil which can rival all but the most powerful of Hells minions."
"Be that as it may, I will have none of that work here. Take your prize and be gone, I have other issues to which I must attend." With that Diablo dismissed the vampire and enforcers with a wave of his hand. As they retreated Angel heard him one last time "Please feel free to enjoy your stay, my mortal Angel." Followed by that same evil laughter.
Outside the light cast by the scrying crystal a deep gravelly voice spoke "Big guy is just bloody full of himself, eh boss."
The demons face is momentarily lit by the glow of a cigar as the he pulls deeply upon it. Even though it is pale purple, covered in more of a suede like hide and with a single short upturned horn above his forehead, it is only slightly less imposing than Diablo's own visage.
"He has reason to be S'ym." came the response.
This voice could best be described as that of a horny angel. It was a husky voice which spoke the words softly and yet none had to strain to hear them. The words also carried with them a sense of complete confidence in her power and force of will. Obviously this was a being not to be crossed. With a slight gesture the scrying crystal faded from view while the source-less illumination within the reddish stone throne hall raised itself.
"He's been a prime power since before man's fore-fathers existed."
"Big fraggin deal, he doesn't act it." S'ym was revealed as a ten foot demon with longer arms than legs and a long, again, saurian style tail. His heavily muscled body covered in a simple leather vest and shorts. His boss appeared to be his complete opposite, a true beauty and the beast.
"Well he is the youngest of them. Give him time. Demons like him tend to take longer to mature fully." She was barely 5'7" with waist length straight blond hair, lightly tanned human skin and purest blue eyes. Eyes which could hold the warmth of passion one moment and the cold fire of the void in the next. Her tight athletic body was highly revealed by the full sleeved white leather halfshirt and the ankle length loin clothes attached to the front and rear of a metal link belt barely resting upon her hips.
She grew quiet as she rested her chin upon a hand propped on the arm of her intricately carved red stone throne, while the back of one ankle lightly caressed the front of the other.
"Oh boy, I know that expression, Boss is up to sum'thin." S'ym spoke out loud but mostly to himself.
The various other multi formed demons dared not approach any closer than their concealing shadows. Their Mistress was fickle and easily angered and none of them felt like dying at the moment.
"How true S'ym, how true." she smiled as she spoke.
To not know this girl and see this smile was to assume she was thinking of a boyfriend or lover or maybe even the latest fashion that was soon to be hers. S'ym, knowing her like he did, took a slight step backwards and wondered if he could leave without attracting her attention. Not a chance but he wondered none the less. His Mistress suddenly stood and turned to her chief demon to ask in a pleasantly conversational tone
"S'ym, how would you like to take a trip with me?"
"Be S'yms pleasure, Boss." he replied but his slight hesitation and lack of grin betrayed that it would probably be anything but his pleasure.
"I'm sure it would." The girl agreed while knowing better.
Then with a gesture her reignment was transformed into a silver armor covering her body from the neck down as a second skin would. The armor flexed and moved with every muscle while holding her body firmly and securely. A second gesture brought a long sword into being, along with a sheath strapped across her backside. As the sword settled home the armor shifted, seemingly of its own accord, into a more ornate form, slightly mirroring full plate mail but with detailed etchings and symbols.
"Ooo," S'yms voice was laced with sarcasm "formal wear. Who we going to see, Boss?"
She grinned as if S'ym should have been able to figure it out for himself but then said "Diablo." anyways.
S'yms small cry of dismay was swallowed along with him and his Mistress in a golden disk of light. When it passed they had gone elsewhere. The demons remaining behind were left to wonder what fun the Mistress had decided upon now and whether or not it would actually be fun for them as well. Probably not.
