All characters from the Dune Universe are property of the Frank Herbert Estate. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.

When I set out to lead humanity along my Golden Path I promised a lesson their bones would remember. I know a profound pattern humans deny with words even while their actions affirm it. They say they seek security and quiet, conditions they call peace. Even as they speak, they create seeds of turmoil and violence.

• -Leto II, The God Emperor

It was in a white coffin nearly a kilometer long. It laid across the landscape like an obscene relic from a festival for the dead. Even after millions of years, it still glowed; it still radiated enough power to intimidate the Master. It was a coffin of an Old One. It held the energy of one of the original demon lords of the Earth

"You want to release that?" He asked. Surayya saw fear on its face.

"That's the target." She said as the troupe of slayers made their way to the top of a small hill.

"Her Graceful Measure" held a complete ecosystem. If Surayya forgot that she was on a battle station it would easy to believe that she was standing on a hilltop on an Earthlike planet.

Since the battle station used artificial light, both Spike and the Master could stand with them in the full light of day.
Illyria watched it silently. Her eyes held no expression. Her hands clinched and unclenched making bony pink fists. Everyone could tell she struggled with titanic emotions.

"We warred for so long." She said. Her respect mixed with her grief. "Millions of years passed as we battled. This was the only one I ever feared." Illyria turned her blue speckled eyes towards Surayya.

"It would kill us all." She said.
"That's the plan." Surayya retorted. "Except for the part where the good guys die."

There were only eight of them on the hill. Actually, eight point one. They still had Glory's head in a bag. Surayya had sent the rest of the slayers to free the Human captives and teleport them safety to Arrakis. She had even sent Reverend Mother Basara away.

All that was left was her, Buffy, Motorria, Lucillia, Illyria, Muad'Dib, Spike and the Master.
And Glory's head in a bag

"Incoming!" Motorria said as she pointed towards the sky.

Overhead, a group of Old Ones were approaching. They were every aberration of geometrical shape imaginable. At the head of the pack was a thing that looked like two pyramids merged together with wet black tentacles writhing out of it. The thing behind it resembled a Man Of War six city blocks wide glowing with red and silver light. And behind that, was something the Human mind could only perceive as a tornado of swirling darkness dabbed with a billion blinking eyes.

The sense of menace radiating from the Old Ones choked Surayya and her band like smoke. They could feel the ancients' desire to consume all life everywhere and ignite the Universe into an eternal hell dimension. The space around them rippled. The magics they employed warped the space around them. Their mere presence perverted the place they occupied.

Surayya could feel that power.

These were the Gods of Old. Every holy thought, every fear of the dark originated from them. The Slayer in her awoke realizing the danger and desperately wanted to kill something. Surayya balanced it with her Bene Gesserit training. She found herself holding her scythe up to their rapidly approaching shapes and growling deep in her throat. She knew that course of action was futile.

One woman against the gods would end badly for her. She turned to Muad'Dib.

"Can you see a future where we kill them all?" She asked.

Muad'Dib knew what she was asking.

"I am scanning all possible futures." He said. His blue with blue eyes held a shadow of terror.

"I see.." He stopped as the scope of the vision awed him. Muad'Dib clasped Surayya shoulder firmly as a brief smile flashed on his face like lightening. " I know how we win." He said.

Something rustled in the forest below.

"Not the werewolves again." Surayya thought. She was about to send a Lucillia to deal with it when something the size of a T. Rex came directly at them.

She motioned to Buffy.

"We'll take this. Lucillia, Motorria get ready!" Surayya yelled.

Buffy unsheathed her scythe as she joined Surayya in battle. Under the influence of the joining spell neither woman felt any fear. The voul'sak demon roared as it opened its huge mouth showing teeth larger than a human head. .

It really did look like a T. Rex.

Surayya leapt to meet it. She drove the blood red blade of the scythe across its throat drawing blood. Buffy was close behind. The demon opened its mouth to bite Surayya in half. Buffy jammed her scythe into its mouth lengthwise. The stench of its breath, like rotted meat, overwhelmed her. That's when it whipped its tail around fast enough to crack steel. Surayya pivoted to one side as its tail missed her by a fraction of an inch. She followed the curve of her turn and finished it by driving the pointed end of the scythe into the eye socket of the beast directly into its brain.

It was dead before it hit the ground. That's when the two other monsters appeared.

"They are mine." Illyria said as she ran towards them. Illyria didn't need a weapon. She would use her bare hands. She grabbed the first voul'sak demon by the throat and crushed its windpipe. With her other hand she punched through the creatures' body and ripped out a two meter section of ribcage. The bloody bone glistened with chunks of meat and blood. She slammed the improved weapon into the other demons head.

In short order she had beaten it to death.

Surayya looked back upon the hill.

"Now!, Motorria, Now!" She screamed.

"Tell me vampire." Motorria said with her lips pressed to the Masters ear. "Can you feel it? Is it awake?"

"Yes." The Master said nervously. He could feel the presence of supernatural forces at a distance. "It is awake and it knows we are here."

"Good." Motorria said. "Now we don't need you anymore." Motorria rammed the tip of her scythe through the heart of the Master. He evaporated in a cloud of dust. She turned to Spike. Lucillia had already given him the bag containing glory's head.

"Go now!" she commanded. "Place the head of the demon at the base of the coffin. "
Motorria looked Spike square in the eye as her pupils turned as black as night.

"If you hesitate boy, I will set you on fire." She said in the darkest tone Spike had ever heard. He tucked the bag with Glory's head in it and ran full speed towards the huge white coffin.

Motorria watched him go. Things came out of the bush and attacked him. She could see him fighting off half a dozen demons. Near the base of the coffin he lost an arm. The gem of Amara kept him alive.

"You should have sent me." Illyria said as she returned to the hill. Surayya and Buffy was close behind.

"No way." Motorria answered. "We need you alive."

Buffy gasped. Motorria looked evil. Her eyes were totally black. Buffy hoped she would never see anything like that again.

A shadow covered them. The slayers looked up. The Old Ones had arrived. The tornado of darkness with a billion eyes now had teeth.

Muad'Dib returned from his visions of the future. He had selected a path.

"Complete the spell." He said. "Spike will get no closer."

Motorria didn't even turn to verify. She knew that somewhere near his target Spike had met his second death.

"The spell is broken, take the sacrifice. The spell is broken. Awaken!" Motorria said. Her eyes never deviated from the death that was quickly approaching her.

In a black plastic bag near the base of the coffin covered in dust the head of Glory glowed. The bag split in half as a golden white light began to illuminate the landscape. It flared to a brilliance that caught the attention of the Old Ones. The energy exchange was enough. The magics that kept the creature trapped in the white coffin were weakened enough for it to break free.

The Destroyer had awakened.

"Everybody Out!" Surayya yelled. "It's about to get damn ugly in here!" They tried to teleport and nothing happened. They tried again and failed. The slayers looked at each other. That was when they noticed they couldn't move. Lucillia felt it first.

"It won't let us go!" she said. There was fear in her voice.

A hand, hundreds of meters wide, grasped the sides of the coffin as the destroyer stirred to life.

Above, the Old Ones screamed in sheer rage. The abomination they had defeated millions of years ago was awake. All of them, even the lowly demons that stirred in the landscape below turned to join their masters to attack the Destroyer.

Illyria felt it too. She really wanted to kill it. It was not about settling old scores. The thing they had awakened was a singular threat to demon kind. It could kill them all. But that age had passed, this was a new age. Illyria made her decision. She would resist the urge to join the Old Ones in their attack on the Destroyer.

Fire leapt from the coffin as the Destroyer stood. Its form was immense. It was Humanoid but translucent. Rivers of blue and gold ran within it. Fire leapt from his hands burning the Old Ones in mid air. With his other hand, the Destroyer pulled the scattered pieces of their ashes onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together grinding their ashes to dust.

The Destroyer pulsed and across the landscape of "Her Graceful Measure" the lower demons were instantly destroyed. He was at his full height now. He turned his head towards Illyria and began to stretch out his hand.

"The demon age is over." Illyria said not sure if she was facing death. "Your daughters rule now. The bride is waiting. Remember how it started? Remember the deal that was made?"

Thousands of years ago, on Earth, a group of powerful magi had been given the essence of a demon to pour into a little girl to create the first slayer, to create Sineya who was now the last sandworm on Arrakis. She was his bride. She was the first of the Chosen.

The Destroyer had given the Dark Men a portion of his essence only if they would use it to protect the World. He saw that the Slayer line had persisted and he was pleased.

"Is she ready to receive all of my essence?" The Destroyer asked.

They could all hear his voice in their heads. Surayya answered.

"Yes." she said. "Sineya waits for you. It has been a long time." She turned to Illyria. "And you as well. End the Demon Age and you will be restored." Surayya pleaded.

"Who will morn over us?" Illyria asked. "Who will build our temples? Who will know we were even here? She asked with real sadness in her voice.

"We will." said Surayya. "The slayers will be an everlasting monument."