Okay, I've revised the earlier works so as not to make too many typos and errors

Okay, I've revised the earlier works so as not to make too many typos and errors. This next chapter has a few very confusing parts to those new to my work (as if anyone of you were "old" to my work *_*) – so as not to be confused by any them, a quick perusal of my first fan fiction that included them together also entitled "The Forces Of Destiny" (since this is the sequel, hence the II at the end) for clarification of some of them. : ) Thanks for being patient and I hope you all enjoy the ride till the next one.

Chapter 5: "The Big Kahuna ….. (Or It Happened Like Dis A Long Dime Ago)

The Eternal Champion paled at hearing the dreaded name again, shocked even further to find that name spoken from an undead and demonic possessed body.

"Xaranon's no demon." Max Quaylen said in answer to Spike's query.

"It's not another Hell god is it?" Spike groaned. "The last one we had trouble with was enough – another bitch like Glorificus is too much."

"Oh he's no Hell god," Max said calmly, to which everyone sighed with relief.

"He's much worse."

All present nearly fainted.

"Just was is he then?" Asked Giles.

"He's one of the original Fallen." Max answered, voice weary – he went to a chair and sank down heavily. "He was once like me."

"I don't get it." Faith said, trying to put two and two together. "You told me you were once an Archangel. Coz if you were, then that would mean……."

Faith's eyes widened and she suddenly felt afraid as the pieces clicked. "Oh shit, we are SO screwed."

Everybody then understood with mounting horror when Quaylen supplied the last clue, "He's just like Lucifer."

Even Spike – William, The Bloody: the Scourge of Europe - went paler further than an already undead brit could ever be.

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In the beginning, as most stories often go, before God created the universe as we know it – there was a place that no one had a name to.

Just like all the myths and legends of dragons from across the multi-verse that predates recorded time would all be true if one looked closely enough. There were many beasts and creatures - most of which are not as mindless as most civilizations purport them to be. And there were also Angels – supposedly the purest of creatures created by God before the earth. So near to God were they in strength, grace, and power. It was they who help minister to all of God's creations – bringing order and glory to His name. Well, it went on like that for a VERY long time. And then the universe we all know was created – as like all other universe in every multi-verse that ever exists. And so it was with this world when the Lord created life on earth. In SEVEN days by eternal reckoning, our world came to be.

But I'm getting ahead of myself here, lets go back a few gazillion years and past a few eons or two – an angel became very jealous of God's works and power. One whose name meant "Light of God" decided to "rock the boat as", it were. For those of you who never heard Angelic Language, that creature was Lucifer – better known to all as "Satan, the devil, old nick, and all other assorted names classified in every conceivable language and culture – just FYI". Instead of protecting that which the Lord of all created, he despised them and sowed the seeds of discontentment among those in his ranks. Thus did the Lord's minions begin the very first civil war - And at its head, leading the banner of God before him, was Xaranon, and with him – his trusted lieutenant, Michael. Great were the deeds of Xaranon in rallying for God's might and wisdom that not one of his troops ever suspected the day of deceit. While supposedly fighting the very last skirmish between Lucifer, he and those loyal to him turned on God's legion and destroyed most of them. Of his lieutenant, he tried coercing the angel to come to his side – but when Michael refused; he fought his student and nearly left him for dead. Shocked by so blatant a betrayal, Michael could no longer hold back his sorrow and anger at his former teacher and friend that he tore away Xaranon's standard from his angelic essence and took up God's banner against the traitor himself. Thus was Xaranon's name and deeds before the most High were struck down from honor and glory. And thus was how St. Michael, Head Warrior Archangel began his life in the service and defense of the Lord and all of God's creation. In the interim, Eden came into being – and so the story of Adam and Eve came to be. You know how it went from there, how they were cast out after biting the proverbial apple. Michael was worried about Mankind and their destiny, so he went to the Lord and asked of Man's standing – saying that while he would be too involved in guarding the rest of heaven from Lucifer and Xaranon's evil, one of God's most prized creations would be left at the mercy of the Fallen traitors' dark revenge upon Him. A junior Archangel then raised up his hand and volunteered to guard humanity for the rest of eternity – no matter what it takes. Michael could never have been prouder, and never sadder.

For after falling from Eden did Man lose the ability to comprehend the nature of their truest companions: the Angels. Fearing that his charge would not be taken as Mankind's champion for itself, he then gave his junior angel mortality for a time. To reincarnate every human lifetime in angelic fire and live as one of them until his duty to protect them comes to the fore. Thus did the legend of the phoenix come to pass, borne from Adam's dying body, the former Archangel strove to protect mankind from the gates of total destruction and from itself as it's Eternal Champion. So when it came to pass that Christ himself, God's chosen human form came and lived with us for a while – the Eternal champion watched, but for the rarest of instances – did not interfere with destiny. The day that Jesus died was his most painful and most sorrowful of memories. Alone, he would be hard pressed to safeguard all of humanity, so fate gave the Eternal Champion allies in the war with evil. If you must know, the Slayer is one such ally amongst others that help defend this world called by its natives as Earth. As time moved, so did he. Dying and being reborn every generation in angelic flame, he has had many names to fit in with humanity – so many that he had forgotten his first and true name. All he remembers is his sworn duty, and his love and faith for God's creation to become more than what they are – to one day walk again in Paradise. He may have forgotten many things since that moment he volunteered to be humanity's guardian – but he, like all other beings of light, would never forget those that did the light wrong. So when Spike mentioned the name did Max Quaylen remember with fear and a healthy dose of disgust at the most hated of creatures. Max had never fought Xaranon like Michael had first hand – but he knew the older Angel and his brethren would foam at the mouth at the resurfacing of the enemy's name. This was not good - for if Xaranon was indeed in town – then the quest for the remaining pieces of the tablet would have to wait. Quaylen didn't fancy himself having the full powers of his former angelic body and knew a direct confrontation with the fallen one would likely end his mortal-immortal existence – and that the fallen angel might find a way of making sure he would never be reborn again. Who in Eden's flame would be strong enough to balance the Lucifer's second in command in brute strength and power?

If Glorificus and Grendel both seemed like a walk in the park, then handling Xaranon and his army of Fallen Angels would really be hell on earth.

He wished Archangel St. Michael were here.

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In another part of town, Richard Todd prepared to reintegrate Buffy's consciousness.

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TBC ;-)

The pace picketh upeth at the next Luau. *_*