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Rating: M
Warnings: Adult Language/Character Death/Sexual Situations
Summary: Post NFA. Spike and Illyria are the only survivors in the alley. How will they cope with the lives they have lost…and the one they have gained? Spillyria
The carcass of the demon fell to the floor with a satisfying crunch.
It added to the hundreds, maybe thousands that already littered the alley.
The battle was won though the costs were many. The dark skinned one fell not long after the demons hit, though he fought bravely with the air of a man with nothing left to lose and took many opponents with him.
The vampire lasted longer, fighting enemies like a madman and killing in the quickest and most painful way possible. She became aware of his impending demise when her pet screamed his name; turning she saw him not too far away, swords locked with a mak't demon while another raised his sword behind his back, intent to cut off his head.
She was about to approach and dispatch of the demons that dared use such a cowardly approach, when the look on his face prevented her.
The look was pleading. He didn't want her assistance.
He knew.
And yet he didn't fight.
The vampire truly had nothing left to fight for anymore.
She watched the serene smile that hit his face before cocking her head and staring as his dust idly floated to the ground.
He was a great warrior but he did not belong here anymore.
She could relate to this.
An enraged roar from her pet brought her back to the battle at hand and she watched with something akin to pride as her pet obliterated both demons adding more body parts to the alley.
She continued to fight, venting the feelings of the shell into every blow.
"This pleases me"
Came the monotonous drone of the God-King,
"I wish to do more damage"
"Wish I could help bluebird but there's nothin left to do damage on"
They regarded the lifeless alley.
The half breeds reply was insolent and arrogant but Illyria allowed this, he was the only one left standing (leaning) beside her at the end of this battle to which even his leader had perished, at that Illyria deemed him a warrior-pet worthy of some respect.
That and he were pleasing on her eyes.
The God—King was in fact about to inform him of his change in stature…when suddenly the screaming started.
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