AN: After writing Xander as Azrael, well, I had to write something with the Warcraft edge. The thing that came to me comes from Warcraft: Day of the Dragon. Sunnydale is about to meet their worst nightmare made flesh. Bonus points to who guesses what the costume is of.
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Xander adjusted the dark clothes he had bought. He had decided to go as a nobleman, his mind firmly ticked at Buffy for trying to impress deadboy. He'd dug up most of it from stuff in the Attic save for the sword he carried slung across his back.
The black crystal in the hilt of the plastic looked cool.
He felt power surge for a moment as if he'd been struck by lightning as he collapsed to the ground.
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The being that took over felt the power rushing through him. He had not felt so strong since the others had regained their strength. That irritant consort of Alextraza's had managed to cause his defeat, but where was he.
He was not back in the ruins of Azeroth like he had been before, nor was he trapped in the ruins of Medihv's fortress like after that.
Drawing his blade and twirling it twice, he laughed as he moved through the streets, it had been so long since he could just cause havok without spending centuries planning for it, and this time there was neither the other elements nor the cursed Order of Trisfal to hinder his fun.
The booming laughter was filled with a sadistic glee that had made goblins run in fear, his eyes flashed for a moment, becomming reptilian before the moment passed.
This form felt good as well, the powers to assume the shape of others had been ripped from him by the others, but now with all of his abilities at their fullest potential, he was going to cause some destruction.
He heard someone talking to him and turned to see what appeared to be a young human female.
"Xander!" she yelled as he shifted his attention to her, mild annoyance tempered by just as much curiosity was what flashed across his face.
"Xander?" the entity asked with a confused expression, "Would you mind explaining just what or who this Xander is?"
"What happened," Willow said as the being reached over and his hand passed through her.
"Interesting, a shade, perhaps," he said focusing more intently on his own magic, "But somehow I was placed here in this body."
He focused for a moment, and the air infront of him coalesced into a mirror of sorts and he took in his new form.
"Someone will pay for this," he said with a slow hiss.
He focused, forming his true body.
Twin obsidian wings stretched out as his eyes turned reptilian, oddly cold in some ways, but burning bright in others. He dropped onto all fours as his flesh turned black and the air filled with the stench of brimstone. He grew as a tail came from him, his clothes melting into his body as his neck elongated and his hands and feet became claws. Metalic armor plates that seemed to be haphazardly welded to the winged leviathan stood out as he roared and launched skywards.
Before he left listening range he heard one phrase.
"How the hell am I gonna explain to everyone that Xander just became a black dragon?"