Author's note: Hey, I'm a newbie here in the Angel section, but I just watched last season of the series, and got inspirited by it's greatness. Also, I'm Hungarian, so English is a learned language for me so there may be some minor mistakes in this story. I hope it won't spoil anyone's fun. Please, review!
Prologue:
Fallen
It was all gone. No more pressure. No more sadness. The weight of the world wasn't on his shoulder anymore. It's up to someone else to fight the shadows now. He had a good death. That's the most a champion can expect from his life.
Champion - Wesley wondered. When did he become a champion from a bookworm? How many demons you have to slay, to be counted as the instrument of light? Or it was all about the attitude?
Than it stroke him: He's thinking. And that means, he must be alive, or be in some kind of afterlife. Although, he didn't feel his body - he was alone with his thoughts, in the huge empty space. Maybe these are the last moments of life, before the brain actually stops working? Maybe he's still lying in Fred's hands, having these last thoughts?
"Illyria! That's her name now!" - he corrected himself. He still forgot sometimes what happened to Fred. It was so damn easy and comfortable to forget. And he knew Illyria is gone - left his dead body behind, to help the rest of his friends. It was understandable - after all, he wasn't the the most important figure on the chess plate of good and evil. You can find a bookish watcher anywhere, even in these days, just as easy as you can find a guy who's just as good with guns as he was, in every corner of L.A. He's death really didn't matter too much in the big picture.
"You're wrong about that, Champion." - a voice said suddenly
Wesley was in a pretty big shock. He was sure about, he's alone with his thoughts. Now he had to realize, he shared this strange plane of existence, with another being. Something huge... and terrible...
"Not exactly son." - the voice said again. He couldn't decide it is a male or female voice. It was like his own thoughts - only a lot lauder. - "We are this place."
"So... you can hear my thoughts. Interesting." - Wesley said. Well, actually thought it.
"You are you're thoughts boy."
"I'm dead?" - he asked.
"It depends on who do you ask.." - the voice answered. Great. Why is it, the higher beings only capable of talking in riddles?
"You have too many questions."
"Yeah." - he answered - "I mean I supposed to be dead, and now here am I talking to some voices in my head. And that's something I haven't done in a long time, thank god. So, who "you" are"? I'm simply going nuts or you're the Powers that Be decides to help us at last?
"Not quite." - the voice said - "The 'powers" have chosen the side of light. We're not choosing sides. We're only watching."
"Sounds like the "Powers" to me." - Wesley answered.
"We are the Equilibration. We are the ones responsible for the balance of light and darkness in the universe. It is our doing, that keeps creation in motion.
"Sounds like fun. Good luck with it." - Wesley answered. He was pretty angry - It was obvious, the supernatural wouldn't leave him rest in peace even in his death.
"The balance is disturbed on earth!"
"Then it looks like you're not doing such a good job after all." - he answered.
"Listen and listen well Champion." - the voice said -"When the dimensional superimposition you know as the "Hellmouth" got near to the end of it's natural life term, it's hyperactivity bought too many agents of darkness to you're plane of existence. In the last ten years there were more attempts to destroy the world, then ever before. It urged the side of light to do more desperate actions - like awaking an army of slayers. Not to talk about the vampires with souls."
"There is only two of them..." - Wesley answered. He begun to understand what are they talking about. And he didn't like it. Not a bit.
"Yet. But what do you think, how long will it stay that way. For an eternity, ensouled vampires did not exist. And suddenly, there's two of them. It's the next step in the mystical-evolution of the vampyr-kind. There's nothing they can do about it. It's he natural order of things. As you can see, the forces of good, in a huge advantage. There's too many slayers and champions in you're world. Not to mention the most powerful witch ever lived in the multi-verse."
"Well, I can think of worse." - he said.
"Don't try to fool us Champion. You know what we're talking about. That's why we've chosen you. You're the only one of the champions, who can see the bigger picture. You can think outside of the boxes of good and evil. You're a pragmatist in heart."
"The darkness will answer to the slayer-army. With something much worse. Something, that cannot be stopped. That is why there can be only one slayer at the time." - he said.
"You're not wrong. And that's why we need your help."
"Well, since I'm dead, I'm not sure how much I can help. But try Angel - he's a real survivor. I bet he will be around for centuries to do the dirty work."
"You don't understand Wesley. Angel is not capable to do this task. You're the only hope left for you're world. We can... repair you. Even make some modifications... make you better."
"What, you want to give me superpowers?"
"No. We will rise you're strength, intelligence and agility, but only within the normal human potential. You will be on a level, that you could have reached on your own, with years of training. No more slayers, and demons. You will be the champion of your people. Of Man Kind."
"Let me get this straight. You want to rise me from the dead, so I can kill the good guys? My friends?"
"No. We rise you, to save the existence. And you won't have to kill all you're friends. You have some time left. You shall find a way, to eliminate the threats to the Balance, without murdering innocents. Before the darkness is rising."
"Listen to me. I'm not who you're looking for. I won't kill for you. I'm not a murderer."
"You're a natural born killer Wesley. Even if you were able hiding it so long. In the last years of you're life, you're potential was clearly shown."
"Even if I could do it, I would never..."
"There is a price, we could offer you, for this great deed."
"You don't have anything, I could be interested in."
"Let us name the price, Champion. There is a human soul in our possession, that's needs to be restored."
"Fred..." - Wesley said. Yes. He thought she was gone forever... And know, it seemed there is a slight chance, they can be together again. With a terrible cost of course. There's no such thing, as free resurrection.
"You restore the balance, we restore the soul of Winifredv Burkle. Just like we will do it to you. All you have to do, is save the world. It is a fair deal." - after some moments of thinking, Wesley answered.
"Yes. It is a fair deal."
Next: What happened to the Angel gang in that final battle, and what's up with the Scoobies.
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