Groaning in effort, Giles rolled the drunk over to get a better idea of the man's inebriation, whether he was hurt or not. Finally getting him turned, Giles stared in shock as his mind warred with itself.
"My god, Xander," Giles whispered and stumbled back slightly as the young man groaned.
"Don't think I am, but yeah, who wansa know?" Xander opened his eyes as he forced himself to sit up before holding his head as the entire world spun in protest of his actions. "Whoa, that's no fun," He grumbled as he sat still and waited for the world to stop so he could get off.
After a moment's hesitation Xander looked back up and smiled before focusing on Giles as the older man pressed himself against the far wall. The terror on the man's face didn't register at all. "Giles, just the man I wanted to see, you gotta help me. The Judge grabbed my chest and then there was burning and screaming and then I hit him and it seemed to hurt and I think I killed an unkillable demon and you gotta help me because I look like Hercules!" Xander babbled out before taking a deep breath and holding his head as the world resumed its spinning motion. "That wasn't smart, I don't see how Willow can… WILLOW!" Xander shouted as he looked up in terror at the thought of Angelus or the Judge getting their hands on his best friend.
In a rush, Xander's eyes turned toward a section of wall and he felt an almost tugging sensation on his vision before he found himself staring at a distraught Willow as she cried into Oz's chest.
Forcing himself to his feet, Xander lurched towards the image desperately as he sought to comfort her. As he moved towards the image it faded away and he was pulled back to Giles' rather plain apartment. Looking around desperately for Willow, Xander finally noticed Giles once more. "Where is she, where did Willow go?"
Giles, for his part was desperately trying to avoid such embarrassing actions as screaming, fainting, or wetting himself. He was so far the most proud that he had managed to avoid the last one.
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Heimdall shrugged off the slight feeling of disorientation that came from using the Bifrost and turned his gaze South. While many of the Aesir would shy away from the cursed portal, Heimdall knew his child had a limited time before the beasts of Surter discovered him, and that was only if Loki's minions missed him first.
Taking the reins of Gulltoppr Heimdall leapt onto the massive beast and made his way towards the Hellmouth. With any luck, Alexander would still be alive when he arrived and if not… Well the last time he had been angered by the fire demons, Heimdall had battered down their greatest wall single handedly. Not for jest was he called the Ram of Asgard.
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Buffy frowned as she hung up the phone. Giles had been acting very strange when he called, speaking carefully and precisely as he requested she pick up Willow, Oz, and Cordelia and meet him at his apartment. It was almost as if he was hiding something, either that or he was being forced to make the call. The entire thing could be a trap.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Buffy made sure her weapons were secured on her before she slipped out the window and silently dropped to the ground a dozen feet below, if it was a trap she was going to explain to those responsible exactly how bad a time it was for them to pull something like this.
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Richard Wilkins looked out at the town with a frown, something had happened. Something that he had not anticipated at all. The Judge was destroyed, Angelus Spike and Drusilla had fled and reports had even come in that the mad Seer had set fire to her own warehouse before dragging her two male companions into the car and fleeing madly into the night. Running right over his Deputy Mayor in the process, which was a shame really as Allen had been a helpful and able assistant. Yes, nothing like the Willard fellow that had preceded him. It had taken years to clean up the mess Willard left behind both in the political and physical senses.
Of course, rumor also whispered that Allen had been meeting with a representative of Wolfram and Hart earlier in the night so it was possible the junior politician had seen the error of his ways and simply thrown himself in front of the car to avoid his boss' wrath.
Chuckling at the irony of that thought, the Mayor turned and smiled at the small red skinned Imp standing formally on his desk, "Aah, Gregory, do you have something for me?" Wilkins asked and took the scroll the small demon handed over. "Excellent Gregory, thank you. Ohh, by the way, a new guest should be arriving soon by the name of Allen Douglas, a hit and run victim. Put him somewhere special, if you will, the blue room perhaps? I'll send his family on sometime soon, a lovely little domestic group. They should keep some of the more dedicated Daemons entertained for a while, perhaps a lottery of some sort to decide who gets… Erm, what, you might say. " Wilkins explained before shrugging and turning back to the message.
The lesser Demon bowed low before responding, "And what if Lord Surter has other plans for them?" the Demon asked before squealing in pain as Wilkins spun on him with a literally hot glare.
As he pumped hellfire through his eyes, Richard glared at the demon for a moment before blinking the power away and smiled pleasantly. "If Father has an issue with how I deal with my subordinates, he is more than welcome to come up here and speak to me about it personally," The Mayor explained with a charming smile before waving the recovering demon off and finally dedicating his full attention to the letter.
After a moment of reading, the eldest spawn of the Fire Demon Surter dropped the scroll onto his desk and slowly sat back in the plush chair. An Aesir in Sunnydale made for a very interesting situation. With the blood of an Asgardian in the ritual he could easily ascend to his true form rather than the admittedly weak body of Olvikan as a stepping stone to his final evolution. Smiling to himself, Richard Wilkins moved over to the cabinet and started to assemble what he would need. Once he was whole on Midgard he could herald the age of Ragnaroc and free his father from his eternal prison and while the prophecy declared that neither side would win, leaving the world to man and woman Richard Wilkins was already human, and he had plans of his own for the future beyond Ragnaroc.
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Xander sat on the couch and stared at Giles as the older man paced back and forth, alternating between cleaning his glasses while hmming and tapping his chin while clucking. Once he had even tapped his chin with his glasses and did a clucking hum that really disturbed Xander. Not even the Judge or the Master had caused this much concern in the watcher.
"So, how long until I turn into a school girl obsessed tentacle monster?" Xander queried and finally smiled at the older man's shudder.
"Thank you ever so much for that particular image, Xander. It will take me hours to get the thought of you as a Poc'nar'ata out of my head." Giles growled.
Blinking at that particular response, Xander leaned forward in curiosity, "You mean there actually IS a school girl obsessed tentacle demon?" He shrank back slightly at the glare he received for that one. "Yeah right, another time, maybe? So, what in the heck is wrong with me and how did I see, well, what I saw?" Xander continued at Giles' urging. "I was really worried about Willow. I was scared that Angelus and the Judge had just hurt me enough to keep me down so they could kill the others, when all of a sudden there was a pulling, or tugging sensation behind my eyes and I was suddenly looking at her." Xander explained as Giles dug through a pile of books urgently.
Finally coming up with a well worn, leather bound book, Giles read through it quickly before handing it over to Xander. "While it is just an initial theory, I would consider your current state to coincide with the accepted attributes of a Demigod. Particularly of the Greek or Roman Pantheon, though at this point it might be best not to rule any of them out; the question then is how are you a demigod, why now and who is your … how shall I say it, 'Divine' parental figure."
Shrugging, Xander looked over the collection of recorded Demigods before responding, "Well if I had to guess on the parent I would say my mom was the mortal donor. Unless I was switched at birth for a godling, I doubt any celestial figure would touch Tony with anything related to pleasant feelings."
As the two bantered back and forth on the possibilities they were more than a little surprised when Buffy kicked the door in with a scream and charged into the room.
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(A/N) Hands up if you Think Wilkins was/Is the best freaking Villain ever.