By Des
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that Sunnydale isn't mine. Eertuu is the fabrication of R A Salvatore, I just borrowed him because I needed a cool, Demon Overlord guy, and David belongs to me. the SD belongs to Joss Whedon, as does Spike. All disclaimer particular to a certain chapter will be in that chapter to save me the headache of having to figure out who all is going to be in this story right now.
Just to point out this story does feature characters from a couple of different series, and I will explain them as I come to them. I will properly introduce any character not from the Buffyverse because I know not everyone reads what and as much as I do. This takes place somewhere after the episode "Lies my Parents Told Me" and is slightly Spuffy, but it will focus more on the action than on romances.
I think that's about it. On with the story!
Prologue
All was quiet in the courtyard save the chirping of crickets and the buzzing of night insects. The house was set away from the rest, nestled in a bank of oak and pine trees. The place was haunted, most said, and they would not venture near it, not even on adventurous Halloween excursions. The house was old, victorian in appearance, with cracked and peeling paint and falling shutters. The porch in front was sagging, giving the house a lopsided grin. A small fountain was the focal point of the courtyard, thought it and it's lone cherub were choaked with wet leaves.
Non ever looked the way of the weed-choaked lawn or forsaken house, and thus, no one noticed the trembling of the cherub of the fountain or felt the earth quaking beneath the yard. None saw the void slowly forming above the head of the stone angel, and no one watched it grow to the size of the small fountain and envelope it. No one say the hideous beast step forth from that void; they didn't smell his sufuric presence; didn't see it's dog-like face and scaled body.
Eertuu, the Master-Demon of the Third Dimension of the Void, closed his reptilian eyes and breathed deeply the scent of the new world before him. His keen snout was bombarded by tendrils of soot, tar, garbage and...blood? The last caught him off. He had been informed that the hight plane, the one on which the modern humans dwelled, was being infiltrated by the lesser demons, but he had not expected to be greeted by his subjects so seen. But, then again, he reminded himself, with the mouth to the lower plane so near, many human madmen were born as well.
None-the-less, however, Eertuu was intregued by the scent, and hungry as well, and thus he followed his nose. It led the Great Demon to what was told the humans called a 'street' and from there to an 'alley' where he encountered what he had been anticipating. There was a human girl there, no more than perhaps sixteen, pressed to the wall by a lesser demon from the lower plane. It was latched to her neck as the leeches were want to do, and Eertuu did not interrupt it's meal. When the parasite had finished and dropped the corpse to the ground, Eertuu finally spoke.
In a growling, resonating voice, he said, "Vampire, to me."
The unsuspecting vampire started violently at the booming voice and turned, unable to resist the Greater Demon's summon. It gazed in awe at Eertuu and did as was commanded.
Eertuu took this time to examine his first slave. The body it had occupied was that of a young male, probably early twenties, with sandy blong hair and a soft-featured face. It was clothed as the humans of this plane commonly dressed, if not want for a good cleaning, but this shell was not Eertuu's main concern. He looked into the vampire's eyes, judging the demon's ago. The result was disheartening: only two weeks old. The fortune about these lesser demons was that they were created having the mentality of a full adult. This gave the ability to survive alone. However, maturity, loyalty, and patience for these creatures took time to grow. This one would do for a henchman, but he was not right hand.
After his consideration, Eertuu again addressed the Vamp. "State your name, leech."
The vampire bowed at the shoulders to the greatness before him and said, "My name is David, my Lord>"
Eertuu smiled, a menancing look considering his fangs. "You are right to call me Lord, David," He said. "You and your kind shall be my servants and we shall gain control of this place the human call 'Hellmouth.' Now lead me to a place from which I may operate."
David did as he was instructed, leading his new Lord through the streets of Sunnydale, noting that no one seemed to notice their passage, toward a large looming building outside of town. His old boss, an old vamp by the name of Spike, had once used it and it seemed as good a place as any. Of course, that was also the first place the Slayer always looked, but...Deep down, in the darkest recesses of his Demon spirit, he knew this day would come. The day when the Lord would arise. the Slayer didn't seem like such a big deal anymore.
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