Buffy screamed as she tore into demon flesh, ignorant of all else around her. In some small fraction of her brain she knew that she was taking nearly as many hits as she was giving. Blood was running down limbs and seeping into dirt clogged cloth. She grunted as the world focused further and further.

At long last none of the creatures rose to strike her. Two figures moved towards her from the side. She flinched and readied herself to lash out.

"Buffy?"

The voice was like cool water, soothing the burned flesh on her neck, "D-d—n"

"It's me Buffy, it's your sister. You're back, your back from hell," the young girl said.

"Dawn," her other half.

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Buffy sobbed, two months of hell. She stared at the destroyed Bronze, Sweet had done a number on it. Two months and she had blown it in two minutes. Staring at the book in her lap she barely suppressed the chuckle. The books that Giles had carefully locked up to keep from Willow the mega witch, the slayer had lifted without any trouble.

Why would a slayer need a book on magic? A book on summoning more specifically? Well, when in hell, call on the devil, right? The Powers that Be weren't really on her favor list at the moment, and who else had power to rival theirs? The devil of course.

"Subpono in clouds

Minted in incendia

custodis of telum

Vinco of malum

Tri in pondera

Beelzebub , Fides

Diabolus of animus," her voice wasn't the least hesitant, she bit into her wrist oblivious to the pain and let her blood sink into the dirt filled bowl.

The dirt started to look drippy, sinking in on itself before spewing out a whirlwind that came to settle in the shape of a man.

"Who calls upon the Devil?"

"I do."

She could feel his gaze upon her without looking at him, "The Slayer summoning the devil, how odd."

"I need help. Anything in exchange for what I need," Buffy's voice was slow and deep.

"And what is it you need?"

"They can't know. Make them all think I was in hell not heaven."

"Easy enough. Anything you say? Then it'll be eternity as a reaper."

"Reaper?"

"You'll track down souls that escaped hell and bring them back before they can kill anyone," his voice was more conversational now, "you'll be made immortal of course."

Buffy swallowed, "Done."

The Devil laughed warmly, "Welcome to the family, Kid. I have a wonderful feeling you're going to make hell a lot more interesting."

It has been a long while since I've worked on this fanfic, I'm going to try to work on a third one today, but reviews always help so pretty please with reaper on top?

This is the translation for the chant:

Forged in the clouds

Minted in the fires

The keeper of arms

The Master of evil

The Tri in balance

Beelzebub, Belial

The Devil of souls