Disclaimer in chapter 1 but just to reiterate, I'm a poor students who
loves the concept of Buffy and the characters and though I use them in my
stories I do not own one single bit of them. The credit all goes to the
fantastic Joss Wheaton who I hope if he finds this will enjoy it and not
sue me for all I have (i.e. my over draught). No profit etc to be made from
the display or downloading of this fic and please tell me if you want to
post it else where, I won't say no but I want to know how far it goes.
Now: On with the story.
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Whistler shimmered into existence outside the Gates Of The Dead. This was where Death delivered souls once he had collected them from the living plain and set them into the afterlife they deserved. Guarded by Osiris lord of the underworld and Cerberus guardian of souls. They had many names in many cultures but these were the ones they preferred. Any other time he would have no chance.
He approached the Beast, obviously the brains of the outfit. It growled, "You dare approach the gates of the dead? Demon you know you are not permitted to pass." It was a warning, the look in Osiris' eyes said that anyone who ignored the Beast would face a rather nasty cut.
"I approach with permission of the powers." That got their attention. Osiris moved toward the Demon.
"Prove it!"
Knowing full well that he had no proof Whistler just said, "I can't." Calmly and quietly, that was the only way to play it.
"Why do you wish to enter?"
"To retrieve a soul."
"For what purpose?"
"To return it to the earth, the realm of the living." Calmly, quietly, he was so tense that his horns ached, so, when the voice of the powers filled the air, the release could have made him a world high jump champion.
{OSIRIS, CURBURUS, let the demon pass and return with the one he seeks}
The guarding entities stood aside, they knew better than to argue. The gates swung open and the demon entered the realm of the dead.
A plain stretching for as far as the eyes could see greeted him. It was filled with light. Souls are not invisible, as many think, but unperceivable. A human mind will refuse to perceive a soul, a demons, on the other hand will see a as a ball of white light or blackness. As he walked, reaching out with his senses to feel the soul he was searching for, his path was blocked by a huge ball of darkness. Even demons have souls, if you discount the majority of vampires.
~You are living, what are you doing on the plain of the dead? ~
"I seek a soul."
~Demon, what is your name? ~
"Whistler, Balance demon"
~The servant of the Powers, I am Gania of the Zorrel, leave now or face me. ~
A soul can still hurt you, he remembered, especially on the plain of the dead.
"A Zorrel, demon without sight. Do not attack me or I will strip you of any power you possess."
~You cannot strip a demon of their powers. I know the ancient law. ~ The ball attacked and found itself suspended in the air just in front of the demon. Whistler moved and placed a hand upon the ball.
"Zorrel see the world through extra magical and sensory perception and have a huge magical potential." The balance demon was almost talking to himself. "This will be useful" The size of the ball was rapidly decreasing. When it reached the size of a tennis ball he leant forward and whispered into the blackness. "You are right, I cannot strip the powers of a demon but a soul is another matter. GO spread the word, if I am attacked by you or any other soul." He spoke with menace and let the treat hang for a second ". loosing your power will be the last thing on your mind." He let go and the ball flew from his hand quicker than he could follow. He continued to walk.
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Authors note:
I want to thank those who reviewed chapter 1 it helped a lot and ill try to take notice of the comments.
Please read and review. I want to know what other people think. Any comment welcome.
Thanks
Rigs
Now: On with the story.
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Whistler shimmered into existence outside the Gates Of The Dead. This was where Death delivered souls once he had collected them from the living plain and set them into the afterlife they deserved. Guarded by Osiris lord of the underworld and Cerberus guardian of souls. They had many names in many cultures but these were the ones they preferred. Any other time he would have no chance.
He approached the Beast, obviously the brains of the outfit. It growled, "You dare approach the gates of the dead? Demon you know you are not permitted to pass." It was a warning, the look in Osiris' eyes said that anyone who ignored the Beast would face a rather nasty cut.
"I approach with permission of the powers." That got their attention. Osiris moved toward the Demon.
"Prove it!"
Knowing full well that he had no proof Whistler just said, "I can't." Calmly and quietly, that was the only way to play it.
"Why do you wish to enter?"
"To retrieve a soul."
"For what purpose?"
"To return it to the earth, the realm of the living." Calmly, quietly, he was so tense that his horns ached, so, when the voice of the powers filled the air, the release could have made him a world high jump champion.
{OSIRIS, CURBURUS, let the demon pass and return with the one he seeks}
The guarding entities stood aside, they knew better than to argue. The gates swung open and the demon entered the realm of the dead.
A plain stretching for as far as the eyes could see greeted him. It was filled with light. Souls are not invisible, as many think, but unperceivable. A human mind will refuse to perceive a soul, a demons, on the other hand will see a as a ball of white light or blackness. As he walked, reaching out with his senses to feel the soul he was searching for, his path was blocked by a huge ball of darkness. Even demons have souls, if you discount the majority of vampires.
~You are living, what are you doing on the plain of the dead? ~
"I seek a soul."
~Demon, what is your name? ~
"Whistler, Balance demon"
~The servant of the Powers, I am Gania of the Zorrel, leave now or face me. ~
A soul can still hurt you, he remembered, especially on the plain of the dead.
"A Zorrel, demon without sight. Do not attack me or I will strip you of any power you possess."
~You cannot strip a demon of their powers. I know the ancient law. ~ The ball attacked and found itself suspended in the air just in front of the demon. Whistler moved and placed a hand upon the ball.
"Zorrel see the world through extra magical and sensory perception and have a huge magical potential." The balance demon was almost talking to himself. "This will be useful" The size of the ball was rapidly decreasing. When it reached the size of a tennis ball he leant forward and whispered into the blackness. "You are right, I cannot strip the powers of a demon but a soul is another matter. GO spread the word, if I am attacked by you or any other soul." He spoke with menace and let the treat hang for a second ". loosing your power will be the last thing on your mind." He let go and the ball flew from his hand quicker than he could follow. He continued to walk.
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Authors note:
I want to thank those who reviewed chapter 1 it helped a lot and ill try to take notice of the comments.
Please read and review. I want to know what other people think. Any comment welcome.
Thanks
Rigs
