Prologue
"When judgement is passed on the eleventh hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
The sun had set hours ago and the moons silver rays shown light on the destroyed town, showing the disaster that had taken place years ago, but oddly no one would dare set foot on the deserted streets, for fear of there own lives. So as the years passed, the town stayed in a fit of decay and death. No one there to make it into the thriving town it had once bin.
That had never stopped him though, and he knew that the longer he stayed, the more he would ask himself why he was there and why he cared, but he still walked through the streets, glancing here and there at the rubble that surrounded him, smirking his trade mark smirk, with the leather duster surrounding him like a cape blowing in the wind.
He would stay here, and he would wait.wait for the one to come, the one who had left so long ago because he knew she wouldn't be able to stay away. and neither would the others.
Years ago they had all saved the world from destruction, thinking that since there were more of her kind, the better the chances were. Yet year after year the women fell, until there was only one left.and she was the only one left, once again.
Lifting his head, he glared at a half burnt sign which was covered in dirt and grime and he grinned, flashing pointed fangs and his pupils turned to slits, surrounded by yellow and blue.
"Home sweet bloody home" on the sign, sprawled out in black paint, it read, 'Welcome to Sunnydale'.
"When judgement is passed on the eleventh hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
The sun had set hours ago and the moons silver rays shown light on the destroyed town, showing the disaster that had taken place years ago, but oddly no one would dare set foot on the deserted streets, for fear of there own lives. So as the years passed, the town stayed in a fit of decay and death. No one there to make it into the thriving town it had once bin.
That had never stopped him though, and he knew that the longer he stayed, the more he would ask himself why he was there and why he cared, but he still walked through the streets, glancing here and there at the rubble that surrounded him, smirking his trade mark smirk, with the leather duster surrounding him like a cape blowing in the wind.
He would stay here, and he would wait.wait for the one to come, the one who had left so long ago because he knew she wouldn't be able to stay away. and neither would the others.
Years ago they had all saved the world from destruction, thinking that since there were more of her kind, the better the chances were. Yet year after year the women fell, until there was only one left.and she was the only one left, once again.
Lifting his head, he glared at a half burnt sign which was covered in dirt and grime and he grinned, flashing pointed fangs and his pupils turned to slits, surrounded by yellow and blue.
"Home sweet bloody home" on the sign, sprawled out in black paint, it read, 'Welcome to Sunnydale'.