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Chapter 2: Power Boost

The tunnel was dank and dirty. It was the only way to describe it. Well...that and an unidentifiable stench that Wesley really did not want to think about. It smelled like a combination between fish and mangoes. And not a pleasant combination at that. Wesley pushed these thoughts ruthlessly aside as he made his way down the tunnel, finally reaching an open area.

It was sparsely furnished and everything looked to be rotting and damp. It didn't smell any better here, either. In fact, the stench seemed almost worse. Wesley felt water drip down his face but he didn't bother to push it away. Another one would just take its place soon anyway. Instead he made his way further into the open area.

"Honey, I'm home!" He called out sardonically. The words bounced off the walls and echoed back at him, as if taunting him. After a few seconds they melted away into silence and he was left with the constant dripping of the ceiling. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity there was finally movement at the end of the tunnel. Wesley waited in anticipation as the demon he'd been waiting for lumbered into view.

He was really a gruesome creature; even slouching he was still an imposing 6 feet tall with green, slimy skin and rotting teeth. He looked straight out of a cheep horror movie if it wasn't for the fact that he was very, very real and very, very angry.

"What do you think you're doing in here, human?" He spat the word 'human' as if it was some kind of swear. His voice was garbled as if he was speaking with marbles in his mouth and it almost seemed as if there was a second voice echoing his words. Despite his overall repulsing being Wesley didn't flinch. Quite the contrary, his face remained even more impassive then ever.

"I need something and I heard that you could give it to me. But judging from you're..."Wesley sneered ", appearance, for lack of a better word. I seriously doubt you can give me what I seek." The demon growled and flexed his hands.

"You must have a death wish, mortal," The demon hissed, "Or have absolutely no clue who I am." Wesley arched one eyebrow.

"I wouldn't have come looking for you if I didn't know who you are. Either I'm getting what I came for or I'm not. I'm judging on the former." The demon grinned, apparently pleased at Wesley's blunt statement.

"I like people who get to the point." The demon snarled. "Normally I kill them faster." Wesley smirked back at the beast.

"I really don't think it's me who'll be dying faster." With that, the demon charged Wesley clearly intending on killing him. He didn't even see the dagger that Wesley had slipped into his palm as they were talking. He staggered back and looked up at Wesley hatefully. He growled once more before falling dead onto the gown. Wesley stalked over and kneeled by the dead body, flipping it over. He pulled out his dagger and began cutting into to the demon's skin with nearly surgical precision. After a while he was able to pull away some of the stinking flesh to reveal a small cylinder filled with an oozing green liquid.

Wesley stared, entranced, by the small vile. He held it in his hand lightly and closed his eyes for a brief minute. When he opened them again they were hard and cold.

"If the radiance of a thousand suns..." He began as he uncapped the vile.

"...Were to burst at once into the sky." He looked closely at the vile again, contemplating his choice. He nodded once and lifted the vile up to the ceiling as if toasting an unknown man for an unknown reason.

"That would be like the splendor of the Mighty one." With that Wesley swallowed the contents of the vile. He waited for a terrible second as he had a sinking feeling that it hadn't worked. It was soon replaced by horrendous pain that encompassed his entire being. He fell to the floor his jaw dropped in a silent scream as his body writhed in pain. And as soon as it had begun it stopped and his body dropped unmoving to the cold stone floor.

The minutes ticked by but he still didn't move, not even to breathe. Then his fingers twitched and soon his chest began to rise and fall. After a while he sat up and slowly rose to his feet. Bright green eyes surveyed his surroundings and he cracked his knuckles thoughtlessly. His face was as cold as stone and his unearthly eyes, colder. His voice made all the vermin scatter in terror as he spoke into the empty surroundings.

"I have become Death. The shatterer of Worlds."
A/N: Wootness! I updated! So please review if you would like another chapter up! Oh yes, and if you wanted to know. The quote was from Hindu Spiritual, Bhagavad Gita. So anyway, click the little button to review please!