Prologue
She was beyond perfection, her every move laced with grace. Reality had a strange way of bending to her desire. She knew no shame, and long ago, she'd been without all emotion. But now, she sickened herself. Imagine, the mighty being Illyria herself, overcome with feelings meant for the lower beings; humans. She dare not say the word. Dare not even think it, for that would be giving in, and Illyria did not give in without a fight. She didn't know who she was becoming now, she wasn't sure she wanted to. Daily glances in the mirror made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. This shell. It reaked of humanity. The human Fred.
She was displeased with the insolence of humanity, and she was stuck looking like one of them for all time. Thinking back she wondered if there was anything within her power that would've changed things. She did not like the shell when she wore it, and now it was alive and she looked the same. Their DNA, it seemed, had intertwined, leaving them identical. Except, of course, for Illyria's elegant posture and invincibility. She smiled to herself, tightening her gloves. That poor pathetic human. She was doomed to a lifetime of worthlessness. But when it came to the humans husband....
The great Illyria shook her head. She was on a mission. She had no time to think of the goodness of the human, if there was such a thing. She had to stick to the plan. Looking through the window now she smiled evilly and before walking away she whispered, more to herself than anything "I'll see you soon....Wesley."
She was beyond perfection, her every move laced with grace. Reality had a strange way of bending to her desire. She knew no shame, and long ago, she'd been without all emotion. But now, she sickened herself. Imagine, the mighty being Illyria herself, overcome with feelings meant for the lower beings; humans. She dare not say the word. Dare not even think it, for that would be giving in, and Illyria did not give in without a fight. She didn't know who she was becoming now, she wasn't sure she wanted to. Daily glances in the mirror made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. This shell. It reaked of humanity. The human Fred.
She was displeased with the insolence of humanity, and she was stuck looking like one of them for all time. Thinking back she wondered if there was anything within her power that would've changed things. She did not like the shell when she wore it, and now it was alive and she looked the same. Their DNA, it seemed, had intertwined, leaving them identical. Except, of course, for Illyria's elegant posture and invincibility. She smiled to herself, tightening her gloves. That poor pathetic human. She was doomed to a lifetime of worthlessness. But when it came to the humans husband....
The great Illyria shook her head. She was on a mission. She had no time to think of the goodness of the human, if there was such a thing. She had to stick to the plan. Looking through the window now she smiled evilly and before walking away she whispered, more to herself than anything "I'll see you soon....Wesley."