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.
. . . . . . . . .
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.
. . . . . . . . .
In another part of town, Richard Todd
prepared to reintegrate Buffy's consciousness.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
TBC ;-)
The pace picketh upeth at the next Luau. *_*
