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Jenny/The First: Hmm. You think you can fight me? I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive of. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears.

You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate.

Buffy: (loses her patience) Alright, I get it. You're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?

She was a crispy critter. She was chained to a wall in a world of fire. The young woman writhed as the pain came over her again. Every day her flesh would grow back and every night the fire would burn it off. She was chained to a wall, in pain, in hell.

Ashoka Lang looked and saw her hope of rescue from this terrible place. Years ago, a team of Slayers attacked a demon nest at the edge of the galaxy. Everyone died. Everyone. Then she woke up here. One of demons had resurrected her and dragged her down to hell. They had tortured her for what seemed like thousands of years. Ashoka was insane with grief and pain.

She saw the ship as it passed over head. It was long and black with an unnatural sheen that spoke of eldritch technology. She recognized it instantly. It was the "Memories of Dawn".

The Slayers had come back for her at last!

Minutes later, there was a green flair from the far corner of hell. After a moment, the "Memories of Dawn" leapt back into normal space.

They had left her behind!

Ashoka was too broken to cry. She howled and cursed the slayers. The fire came again and burned her skin.

"Would you destroy them all?" The voice asked.

Ashoka did not hear it the first time. The voice spoke to her softly over and over again for what seemed like years.

"Will you destroy the slayers?" It asked, It's voice even and soft.

"Yes, yes." She said finally understanding.

The chains popped off her wrist as a portal opened before her. Something like a dark cloud stabbed into her. Ashoka fell to her knees as she felt the power of the First course through her, She felt strong and focused. She got to her feet with a renewed purpose.

"Go Ashoka Lang. Go to Arrakis, find the slayers and kill them all."

As she stepped into the portal, the voice in her mind said: "But, leave the boy for me."

Ashoka stepped into the portal as it closed behind her. The First laughed.

There were thousands of ships on the night side of IX.

Decades ago the slayers had contracted with the Machine culture of the planet simply known as IX to act as their shipyard. The slayers brought their ships here for upgrades and repairs.

In a conference room near the ship yards a small group of women met. They were a top level mix of Bene Gesserit, Fish Speakers and Slayers.

The years had made them fast friends. In the decades following the Arrakis peace treaty, they had begun working together, on small missions at first, then larger strikes. The slayers were no longer the little sisters of the galaxy. They were now major players in Human events.

Supreme Reverend Mother Paloma still held her grip of the Bene Gesserit. She had convinced the sisterhood that it was vital to play along with the Slayers to earn their confidence. They had a Kwisatz Haderach at their command which made the slayers more powerful than they knew.

"A Kwisatz Haderach in the hands of children! Unacceptable!" Paloma often thought. "We struggled for thousands of years to breed such a creature only to have him stolen from us by the Atreides. To have a second one appear out of nowhere is a sign that we must retake control of fate." Paloma war gamed every combination of tool available to the Bene Gesserit. She considered everything from outright kidnapping to sexual seduction.

"The boy is surrounded by women. The boy was raised by women. What we need is something new, something exotic to catch his attention." She thought. Even now Paloma had a cadre of women training in secret for the chance to seduce Liam.

"First we will see if he survives my gom jabbar." Paloma thought as she turned her thoughts back to the meeting.

Fleet commander Guerrero was starting her speech.

"For decades, we have fought scattered battles here and there." She said. "But, now I believe the time is right for something larger."

Heads in the room nodded.

Guerrero pressed a button. A high definition image of the galaxy appeared. The classic pinwheel shape showed brightly on the screen. The galaxy appeared as a multicolored swirl of light. The poetry of it was magnificent. Within it, billions of planets and trillions of humans lived and died in a river of stars.

In the middle of the galaxy was a black spot. There, there was no light, no stars, no life. At the center of the galaxy was a place where the laws of physics broke down and something alien lived.

"We believe this to be the source of all evil in the galaxy." Guerrero said. "We believe that major forces use the singularity at the center of the galaxy to access this dimension."

Guerrero paused a moment before she made her next announcement.

"We believe that we have the technology to destroy that singularity and cut off the flow of evil into our world."

Guerrero pressed a second button. An animation appeared on the screen. It showed a series of stars orbiting, then falling into the black hole. As every star fell the black hole grew smaller, it's event horizon grew sharper. Finally, the black hole became so small and compact that it's event horizon began to cut the bonds between virtual particle pairs. The black hole grew hot. In the animation, it exploded with enough force to turn the screen white.

"If all goes as projected, we should be able to destroy the singularity with minimum damage."

"What's the worst that could happen?" One of the women asked.

"We punch a hole in space and the universe is destroyed." Guerrero said flatly. "But we've assigned a very low probability of that happening."