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"Greetings Warrior." A disembodied voice called, the sound reverberating around the glowing white walls of the mist filled room.
"What's going on?" Doyle demanded, gazing wildly around the room he'd been unceremoniously dropped into.
"We have a proposition for you Allan Francis, a grave situation has been put into play and we have been offered an arrangement that we deem is acceptable but in order for us to act you must say yes to what we propose." A large gold demon said, walking out of swirling mist.
"Well what exactly are you proposin'?" the half-bracken queried, his brows furrowing as he stared at the many horned demon standing before him. "And who are you for that matter."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that." The demon apologized. "Skip's the name." He extended a hand to Doyle. The half bracken gingerly gave it a shake.
"Right, now down to business. The ensouled vampire and his sire have created a child Allan Francis Doyle. This child has been stolen out of his dimension and taken to the Quor-toth an unimaginable hell dimension. The child - Connor, is needed for the end of days Allan Francis, he plays a great role. We ask that you traverse to the Quor-toth and bring him back, in return we will grant you full humanity, you will be sent back to earth to live out the rest of your days that would have been granted to you had you not so nobly sacrificed yourself." Skip explained, quite quickly.
"Why," Doyle sputtered unable to get his mind around the idea of Angel, of any vampire for that matter having a child. He tried again. "Why me? Why can't Angel get back his son? How long has he been missing?"
"The child has been gone for forty-six days and nights. We offer you this Allan Francis because in order to enter Quor-toth with a living body the very fabric of reality itself must be ripped, this has happened twice and already the consequences can be seen. Great earthquakes are being felt all over the globe, a new spate of lunacy is prevalent, the hate and fear that seeped in from the Quor-toth is spreading into the human population, war is possible even probable. Should another tear happen again Allan Francis we fear it will not be repairable and thus dimensions will bleed into each other causing chaos and destruction"
"Okay, okay big evil I get it! But why me? And why now? Connor's been there for over a month and a half!"
"You are noble Allan Doyle we know this, we have seen your sacrifices and as of yet you are spirit not flesh."
"Yeah but Connor is and if I agree to do this so will I and I think we'll need a tear to get back!"
A three-foot white marble stand appeared in front of him, on it rested a glowing orb.
"This will get you back once you have located the child," Skip explained handing him the orb. "As for why now, this solution only just now presented itself. One of Angel's employees offered us a deal which we accepted."
Doyle blanched. "Cordelia?" He queried, worriedly.
"Oh no, pretty girl though, met her a few months ago. No, it wasn't Cordy." Skip reassured.
"So who was it then? What'd they offer?"
"Sorry man, can't give ya the details, time's running short. You in or out?"
"I have to decide now!" Doyle exclaimed in shock.
"Uh huh. Kind of a now or never deal." Skip replied looking apologetic.
Staying in Heaven and, knowing that he'd let Angel's son rot in a hell dimension.
Doyle nodded. "I'm in." Immediately the orb in his hands set off a brilliant flash of purple light. "I guess." He added, staring around at the desolate landscape he now found himself a part of.
"Skip sure seems to get around." Cordy interjected, a small note of bitterness colouring her tone. The seer and the ensouled vampire exchanged looks.
"So obviously you said yes, what happened after that?" Fred asked.
"Well that was that, I fought a few nasty looking dragon things," "Or rather ran away from them." Cordelia put in with a smirk that Doyle couldn't help but smile at. "Or ran away from a few nasty looking dragon things." He amended good naturedly. "Found the baby and got the hell out of dodge."
The four of them stared at Connor in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.
"Wesley!" Fred suddenly exclaimed, eyes alight. "What about him?" Cordelia snapped. "Well you didn't contact the powers, and I didn't contact the powers and neither did Angel, Gunn or Lorne so it must've been Wesley! And now Connor's back and Angel can forgive Wesley and." Fred's excited rambling trailed off as she noticed the dark look Angel was giving and Cordelia's forbidding scowl.
(End 2/?)
"Greetings Warrior." A disembodied voice called, the sound reverberating around the glowing white walls of the mist filled room.
"What's going on?" Doyle demanded, gazing wildly around the room he'd been unceremoniously dropped into.
"We have a proposition for you Allan Francis, a grave situation has been put into play and we have been offered an arrangement that we deem is acceptable but in order for us to act you must say yes to what we propose." A large gold demon said, walking out of swirling mist.
"Well what exactly are you proposin'?" the half-bracken queried, his brows furrowing as he stared at the many horned demon standing before him. "And who are you for that matter."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that." The demon apologized. "Skip's the name." He extended a hand to Doyle. The half bracken gingerly gave it a shake.
"Right, now down to business. The ensouled vampire and his sire have created a child Allan Francis Doyle. This child has been stolen out of his dimension and taken to the Quor-toth an unimaginable hell dimension. The child - Connor, is needed for the end of days Allan Francis, he plays a great role. We ask that you traverse to the Quor-toth and bring him back, in return we will grant you full humanity, you will be sent back to earth to live out the rest of your days that would have been granted to you had you not so nobly sacrificed yourself." Skip explained, quite quickly.
"Why," Doyle sputtered unable to get his mind around the idea of Angel, of any vampire for that matter having a child. He tried again. "Why me? Why can't Angel get back his son? How long has he been missing?"
"The child has been gone for forty-six days and nights. We offer you this Allan Francis because in order to enter Quor-toth with a living body the very fabric of reality itself must be ripped, this has happened twice and already the consequences can be seen. Great earthquakes are being felt all over the globe, a new spate of lunacy is prevalent, the hate and fear that seeped in from the Quor-toth is spreading into the human population, war is possible even probable. Should another tear happen again Allan Francis we fear it will not be repairable and thus dimensions will bleed into each other causing chaos and destruction"
"Okay, okay big evil I get it! But why me? And why now? Connor's been there for over a month and a half!"
"You are noble Allan Doyle we know this, we have seen your sacrifices and as of yet you are spirit not flesh."
"Yeah but Connor is and if I agree to do this so will I and I think we'll need a tear to get back!"
A three-foot white marble stand appeared in front of him, on it rested a glowing orb.
"This will get you back once you have located the child," Skip explained handing him the orb. "As for why now, this solution only just now presented itself. One of Angel's employees offered us a deal which we accepted."
Doyle blanched. "Cordelia?" He queried, worriedly.
"Oh no, pretty girl though, met her a few months ago. No, it wasn't Cordy." Skip reassured.
"So who was it then? What'd they offer?"
"Sorry man, can't give ya the details, time's running short. You in or out?"
"I have to decide now!" Doyle exclaimed in shock.
"Uh huh. Kind of a now or never deal." Skip replied looking apologetic.
Staying in Heaven and, knowing that he'd let Angel's son rot in a hell dimension.
Doyle nodded. "I'm in." Immediately the orb in his hands set off a brilliant flash of purple light. "I guess." He added, staring around at the desolate landscape he now found himself a part of.
"Skip sure seems to get around." Cordy interjected, a small note of bitterness colouring her tone. The seer and the ensouled vampire exchanged looks.
"So obviously you said yes, what happened after that?" Fred asked.
"Well that was that, I fought a few nasty looking dragon things," "Or rather ran away from them." Cordelia put in with a smirk that Doyle couldn't help but smile at. "Or ran away from a few nasty looking dragon things." He amended good naturedly. "Found the baby and got the hell out of dodge."
The four of them stared at Connor in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.
"Wesley!" Fred suddenly exclaimed, eyes alight. "What about him?" Cordelia snapped. "Well you didn't contact the powers, and I didn't contact the powers and neither did Angel, Gunn or Lorne so it must've been Wesley! And now Connor's back and Angel can forgive Wesley and." Fred's excited rambling trailed off as she noticed the dark look Angel was giving and Cordelia's forbidding scowl.
(End 2/?)