Disclaimer: Yes, my name is Joss. I own all this. lie detector goes off Oh dear. I've been found out. I guess I don't own this. Darn. lie detector reads as truth I've used some actual lines from the episode 'Something Blue' in this chapter. I don't seem to own that either. Double darn.

Summary: AU after Something Blue. What if Willow decided to become a vengeance demon? Eventual femslash maybe, because what is a pyrowolf fic without it? Entirely plot-driven, that's what.

Author's note: Yes, I know Willow seems a little bit less innocent than she really is in the show, but DarkWillow is uber-cool, so I'm making her more like that. After she gets demony her soul is gone anyways, so that can explain most of it. My fic, my rules. P

Willow: Patron Saint of all Women Scorned

By: Pyrowolf1117

Chapter 1: The coming of Will'ressa

Willow just wasn't the same after Oz left. He would make her feel good all over, even at her worst. Now she didn't feel good at all. Except when she was doing spells.

She started with just little things--bad hair day for Buffy, making all of Giles' tea disappear, making Xander wet his pants. Little things that would make others miserable that would end up easing her own misery for a while.

But only for a while.

That's when she tried her little 'I will it so' spell. To make ALL her misery go away. Too bad it wouldn't work for her. But all kinds of neat bad things happened to her friends. Giles went blind, Xander kept getting attacked by demons, and Spike and Buffy were making out. Alot. It was sort of disturbing.

Good ol' D'Hoffryn, being the excellent vengeance demon pimp-daddy himself, could feel her pain, and went to proposition her.

"You have much anger and pain," he told her affectionately. "Your magic is strong, but your pain--it's like a scream that pierces dimensional walls. We heard your call."

Willow, being Willow, thought he was angry about this.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll try for a quiet rage. Bye." She turned around, looking for some kind of exit, but found only black void and D'Hoffryn's demons. She turned back to face him again.

"Our intention is not to quash your potential--quite the contrary..." he explained and stroked her cheek.

"This is burned..." Buffy pointed out to the others a burnt circle on the floor of her and Willow's dorm room.

"D'Hoffryn. Bastard. He's opened a portal here," Anya explained as she examined it.

"Who?" the Slayer inquired.

"D'Hoffryn. He made me a demon 1120 years ago," the now ex-demon continued to explain. "I'd been dumped, I was miserable, doing a few vengeance spells, actually quite similar to Willow's current situation."

"What? Willow doesn't do vengeance spells..." Buffy assured everyone half- heartedly.

"She has too. If you had even been paying attention to her at all, you'd have seen it."

"Okay, back to the burny-circle of death thing and Anya's past. What happened next?" Xander asked his girlfriend.

"D'Hoffryn got wind of me, he offered to elevate me."

"Meaning?" Buffy-ever-the-slow inquired further.

With a sigh, Anya informed the Slayer (with the mind resembling a turtle), "He made me a demon."
"The pain and suffering you brought upon those you love is inspiring. You are ready to join us here in Arash Ma'har, "D'Hoffryn praised Willow.

"Inspiring? Really? Well, I don't know if it was INSPIRING...." Willow babbled.

"It is! This is the result of your power." He displayed to Willow images of her friends getting their asses kicked by a bunch of demons inside a crypt. "You will make a fine vengeance demon." He assured with a smile.

"Ya think so? But...I should probably help them. It wouldn't be just, after all, they weren't the ones who caused my pain..."

"So you will become a demon?"

"...Hmm...you know what? Sure! Where are scorned women gonna get their vengeance if not from me? After all, Anya's human now..."

"It is settled. I will help your friends and you will become one of my girls, a patron saint of scorned women everywhere!"

Willow watched as her friends were suddenly safe, yet somewhat confused-- Spike and Buffy seemed genuinely distressed--and a red amulet with silver flecks materialized around her neck. She felt her soul leave her, along with all it's moral ties, and her complete sense of right and wrong.

"It matches your outfit, my dear." D'Hoffryn grinned and tapped her on the nose as Willow was suddenly wearing an immaculate scarlet dress trimmed with silver that brought out her curves.

Willow beamed at the attention, but then a contemplative expression graced her features.

"What is it, precious?" D'Hoffryn asked.

"If I'm all demony now, shouldn't I have a neat-o demony name? Like Anya was Anyanka?"

"Hmm. That's true. Now what beautiful name shall my newest girl have?"

Willow pondered a bit. This was to be the name that she would be known by all, for all eternity. It had to be good, and not annoying so that it would be weird after a few hundred years.

"How about Will'ressa?"

"Will'ressa it is. I christen you Will'ressa, patron saint for all women scorned, soon to be revered justice demon." D'Hoffryn touched her forehead, and she was transported away.
TBC...next chapter Willow gets a new apartment, that matches her outfit. And Anya notices something different about our favorite redhead. Tee hee!