"I am Illyria, god-king of the primordium."
As Illyria stared into the barn loft on the Kent
Farm, several thoughts passed through her mind, "I am
Illyria. I have been restored to my former grace, and
now, I will rule the world once again!" Peering into
the darkness, Illyria finally sees Clark Kent. She
whispered in a cold, dark and strangely seductive
voice, "Excellent."
She did not even feel the cold wind through her
skintight crimson armor, and her dark brown and blue
streaked hair danced softly in the air. Her skin had
hardened into a shell that not even bullets, or
anything for that matter, could ever hope to
penetrate. Her punches could easily obliterate
mountains. Her speed could never hope to be rivaled.
Her fighting techniques were archaic, but she was
several millions of years old. She was one of the Old
Ones, a race of ancient demons that each had the power
equivalent to a nuclear weapon, and she was once king
of them all. She was there when life was just
beginning on earth. She walked through dimensions like
one strolls through a park today. Being an Old One,
Illyria did not die the way normal humans do; an Old
One's essence was sealed inside a sarcophagus and
sealed inside the Deeper Well. However, after several
million years, Illyria's sarcophagus disappeared from
the well. When Illyria was released from its
sarcophagus, it infected a poor girl named Winifred
Burkle. Illyria consumed everything about the girl;
her body, mind, and her soul. Then, Illyria met a
human like one she had never known, or cared to know.
His name was Wesley, and she actually loved him, or as
close Illyria could ever come to love. However,
tragedy struck, Wesley had to suck away Illyria's
power using a machine because her demon essence could
not maintain a fusion with a human body. If she had
not had her power sucked away, Illyria would have
self-destructed. With her power drained and gone,
Illyria was merely a shell of her former glory.
Illyria tried to make herself useful, however. She
fought alongside Angel and Wesley until the end.
However, she had not died. Every creature she ever
knew was dead, except her. She had found a dimensional
portal leading directly to the Senior Partners
themselves. Once inside their lair, she fought the
Wolf, Ram, and Hart, and she was victorious. She
absorbed their ancient power, well, to her, it wasn't
that ancient. With her new power, Illyria decided to
keep her human form; however, this time she wouldn't
be falling apart at the seams. She made a successful,
and lasting, fusion with her demon essence and human
body. Meanwhile, she was already contemplating
bringing her companions back from the dead. However,
she needed an even greater power boost for this to be
achieved; she needed the earth itself. So, Illyria
opened a dimensional portal back to earth and began to
contemplate how to go about taking over the
world...again. However, there was a problem, a human, no
not human, an alien. She sensed this creature's power
from hundreds of miles away. He had some power, but
nothing that could ever hope to match Illyria's. So,
she teleported directly to the creature's residence,
and she stared, her very large light blue pupils
analyzing every detail, into the creature's barn loft
in Smallville, Kansas.