AN: Darn it, this thing is really hard to keep writing, Sephy is one bad
dude and keeping him credible is hard. Let's just say that in this chapter
a certain evil law firm is gonna get it. But this chapter is inspired by
one of the Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children trailers, not really in
content, but it got me past the block I developed. Another part of the
inspirations was a flash animation at New Grounds that just showed Sephy
tearing apart Mogs left and right.
X-Over- Yeah, I'm still working on it, this is setting up for another discussion chapter, mainly to deal with the aftermath of Xander's preference for mass slaughter of his enemies with no remorse nor regret.
BC1- Thanks!
HolyKnight- Just wait, more fun to come.
Dave4- Yeah, I noticed that, not to many people like the idea of Xander dressing up as the villain for Halloween, the only other one I've seen is Episode X ander, and I'll have to look for that, but it's a Star Wars crossover, though it gave me a lot of inspiration for this one.
Now, on with the show!
It had been a week since Xander had found the demon that Whistler had told him about, it had managed to hide for nearly fifteen minutes before it was butchered like a pig and put on display in Willy's bar. Then he set about finding those responsible for summoning it into this world.
The trail of bodies he left behind had made the evening news as he worked his way through those who had summoned it, as well as finding the source of the spell.
And thus the one winged angel was on his way to LA to deal with the offices of Wolfram and Hart. People always told him that lawyers were evil, they just didn't mean it in the literal, demon summoning kind of way.
The white haired being stopped his motorcycle in front of the building and a wicked grin crossed his lips. He wore no helmet, nor did he need one. From Sephiroth he had gained something that seemed like complete immunity to most forms of injury, impact was one that a Polgara had discovered the hard way, right before the warrior ripped out its spine with his bare hands.
He gunned the engine, hair fluttering around him as the roar filled him. The part of him that was from the one winged angel screamed in pleasure as he smashed through the entrance.
Estuans interius [Burning inside] ira vehementi [with violent anger,] Estuans interius [Burning inside] ira vehementi [with violent anger,] Sephiroth Sephiroth
Guards rushed him only to be lit ablaze by a wave of his hand as he dismounted. The screams of the burning filling the air as the sprinklers activated and the alarms sounded, but the being was unfazed by it.
The Masamune cleared its sheath as he moved, slaying everything that stood in his way. The glittering blade moving so swiftly that no blood marred its surface, the very motions adding to the noise in the air.
A low, haunting laugh rose above the uproar as the warrior sent lightning cascading through the room. The mystics sent to deal with the intruder collapsing into a pile of twitching bodies before they caught ablaze from the raw power.
He walked forwards again, the energy he was using surrounding him with an unearthly glow as Xander threw a guard that stepped out of the elevator with enough force to send him flying out of the lobby through the entrance he had created with his bike, across the street, and splattering all over the brick building.
The white haired one entered the elevator and hit a combination of buttons and waited.
Sors immanis [Fate – monstrous] Et inanis [and empty,] Sors immanis [Fate – monstrous] Et inanis [and empty,]
Far underground, the Oracles turned to each other, eyes growing wide at the raw power growing above ground. Their already pale faces seemed to grow paler as they turned to stare at each other.
"What has been done is done, we cannot do any more to deal with this possible threat on our own, we must hope to keep its attention directed to those who are against us and hope it burns itself out before they are all dead."
"Perhaps we should call a truce with the Wolf, Ram, and Hart. Together we may stand a chance against this onslaught."
"The one winged angel was never meant to come to this world, but many things are not meant to remain as they were meant to."
"The only chance we have is to pool our resources with Wolf, Ram, and Hart."
"What about Glorificus, we could give her the key to let her go home."
"Perhaps, after this night, we must meet with those who were our foes about a truce until this threat is dealt with. We will send a message to Glory ."
Veni, veni, venias, [Come, come, O come,] Ne me mori facias [do not let me die] Veni, veni, venias, [Come, come, O come,] Ne me mori facias [do not let me die]
Xander smiled at the burning building from his vantage point. It had been almost too easy to do that.
A part of him was disgusted with what he had done, the part of him that did not come from that night, the part that truly was Xander rather than Sephiroth. That part saw the necessity of preventing another demon of that sort from getting loose, of leaving a message to those responsible.
But it was the part of him that was the one winged angel that had written that message in the blood of everything in his path. He had killed nearly four hundred in that day, human and demon, and that part of him felt a sort of joy at each spray of blood and gore.
It scared the human in him, but the rest of him was riled up by the slaughter and desired more, more death and destruction, mayhem and maiming. It was something that made him desire to lock himself up. But even there, if the urge to destroy grew to powerful, there would be no stopping him.
The demon population of Sunnydale had nearly cleared out, only the idiots or the top of the global food chain dared to try anything. The others had discovered that, but for the killer in him, Sunnydale no longer held anything that held his interest.
He knew a rift was forming between himself and the other Scoobies, Giles was still in the hospital due to Halloween, he had nearly died from the injuries caused when Sephiroth on a whim destroyed the school with a simple use of Ultima. It was made worse by the sadistic tendencies his other half had that came out in battle, one vampire he had kept alive for hours, slowly torturing it until its mind broke and he left it to die, stakes through its wrists and ankles as he watched and waited for morning.
Xander knew that it wasn't right, but that part of him drew a sick sort of pleasure from it. It was an odd feeling to be both joyous and nauseous from the same activity.
That was only the beginning, his parents had raged at him. Normally he would have run and locked himself in his room, but it was another situation that drew Sephiroth out. He didn't remember what exactly happened, but he remembered the bodies when the EMT's came to remove the corpses.
He threw up seven times until there was nothing left. In his own mind he had become a monster, something that rivaled what Angel was before his soul was returned, but then he remembered something even worse than he had read in those books.
Veni, veni, venias, (Gloriosa) [Come, come, O come, (Glorious)] Ne me mori facias (Generosa) [do not let me die (Noble)] Veni, veni, venias, (Gloriosa) [Come, come, O come, (Glorious)] Ne me mori facias (Generosa) [do not let me die (Noble)]
Mayor Richard Wilkins III stared out the window at Sunnydale. He had seen the rubble, walked through the ruins. A cold hand of fear caressed what was left of his soul.
He had not felt fear of that level since he was a small boy, and even then it wasn't like this. That was illusion, this was for real. Then there was the second level demon that was left butchered in the city. The reports he had received from the supernatural population had been disturbing, a white haired being with a black, feathered wing. It seemed like something fitting a legend he had once heard, a tale of the angel of death returning to Earth to mete out destruction upon his foes.
Then he heard a new report begin about a white haired man assaulting his lawyers in LA. Fear filled him and he made note to accelerate his plans as much as possible. A slayer was one thing, two was still workable, but if it was Azrael walking the earth, nothing he had in his bag of tricks was enough to stop his own doom.
Sephiroth Sephiroth
Buffy and Willow were sitting in the living room at Buffy's, the news was on as they did some of the work that they had been assigned before the school was destroyed. Both of them were rather torn between anger and joy at the destruction of the school. There was also fear for their friend.
Buffy turned and faced the TV for a moment before turning to Willow.
"Hey, Willow, what was Xander doing today anyway?"
"He said he had something to do in LA, I didn't get much out of him, why?"
"Look at the news for a moment, I think that we just found out what he was doing."
The red head turned and her jaw dropped, "How?"
"Is that a costume thing?"
"I don't know that much about that game, but from what Jessie and Xander had said, we may have a major problem if it is."
"How big of a problem?"
"Remember, he turned Spike and Drusilla into frogs."
"Oh boy, we really need to talk to him."
"Yeah, we need to find out just why he did this and plan an intervention."
X-Over- Yeah, I'm still working on it, this is setting up for another discussion chapter, mainly to deal with the aftermath of Xander's preference for mass slaughter of his enemies with no remorse nor regret.
BC1- Thanks!
HolyKnight- Just wait, more fun to come.
Dave4- Yeah, I noticed that, not to many people like the idea of Xander dressing up as the villain for Halloween, the only other one I've seen is Episode X ander, and I'll have to look for that, but it's a Star Wars crossover, though it gave me a lot of inspiration for this one.
Now, on with the show!
It had been a week since Xander had found the demon that Whistler had told him about, it had managed to hide for nearly fifteen minutes before it was butchered like a pig and put on display in Willy's bar. Then he set about finding those responsible for summoning it into this world.
The trail of bodies he left behind had made the evening news as he worked his way through those who had summoned it, as well as finding the source of the spell.
And thus the one winged angel was on his way to LA to deal with the offices of Wolfram and Hart. People always told him that lawyers were evil, they just didn't mean it in the literal, demon summoning kind of way.
The white haired being stopped his motorcycle in front of the building and a wicked grin crossed his lips. He wore no helmet, nor did he need one. From Sephiroth he had gained something that seemed like complete immunity to most forms of injury, impact was one that a Polgara had discovered the hard way, right before the warrior ripped out its spine with his bare hands.
He gunned the engine, hair fluttering around him as the roar filled him. The part of him that was from the one winged angel screamed in pleasure as he smashed through the entrance.
Estuans interius [Burning inside] ira vehementi [with violent anger,] Estuans interius [Burning inside] ira vehementi [with violent anger,] Sephiroth Sephiroth
Guards rushed him only to be lit ablaze by a wave of his hand as he dismounted. The screams of the burning filling the air as the sprinklers activated and the alarms sounded, but the being was unfazed by it.
The Masamune cleared its sheath as he moved, slaying everything that stood in his way. The glittering blade moving so swiftly that no blood marred its surface, the very motions adding to the noise in the air.
A low, haunting laugh rose above the uproar as the warrior sent lightning cascading through the room. The mystics sent to deal with the intruder collapsing into a pile of twitching bodies before they caught ablaze from the raw power.
He walked forwards again, the energy he was using surrounding him with an unearthly glow as Xander threw a guard that stepped out of the elevator with enough force to send him flying out of the lobby through the entrance he had created with his bike, across the street, and splattering all over the brick building.
The white haired one entered the elevator and hit a combination of buttons and waited.
Sors immanis [Fate – monstrous] Et inanis [and empty,] Sors immanis [Fate – monstrous] Et inanis [and empty,]
Far underground, the Oracles turned to each other, eyes growing wide at the raw power growing above ground. Their already pale faces seemed to grow paler as they turned to stare at each other.
"What has been done is done, we cannot do any more to deal with this possible threat on our own, we must hope to keep its attention directed to those who are against us and hope it burns itself out before they are all dead."
"Perhaps we should call a truce with the Wolf, Ram, and Hart. Together we may stand a chance against this onslaught."
"The one winged angel was never meant to come to this world, but many things are not meant to remain as they were meant to."
"The only chance we have is to pool our resources with Wolf, Ram, and Hart."
"What about Glorificus, we could give her the key to let her go home."
"Perhaps, after this night, we must meet with those who were our foes about a truce until this threat is dealt with. We will send a message to Glory ."
Veni, veni, venias, [Come, come, O come,] Ne me mori facias [do not let me die] Veni, veni, venias, [Come, come, O come,] Ne me mori facias [do not let me die]
Xander smiled at the burning building from his vantage point. It had been almost too easy to do that.
A part of him was disgusted with what he had done, the part of him that did not come from that night, the part that truly was Xander rather than Sephiroth. That part saw the necessity of preventing another demon of that sort from getting loose, of leaving a message to those responsible.
But it was the part of him that was the one winged angel that had written that message in the blood of everything in his path. He had killed nearly four hundred in that day, human and demon, and that part of him felt a sort of joy at each spray of blood and gore.
It scared the human in him, but the rest of him was riled up by the slaughter and desired more, more death and destruction, mayhem and maiming. It was something that made him desire to lock himself up. But even there, if the urge to destroy grew to powerful, there would be no stopping him.
The demon population of Sunnydale had nearly cleared out, only the idiots or the top of the global food chain dared to try anything. The others had discovered that, but for the killer in him, Sunnydale no longer held anything that held his interest.
He knew a rift was forming between himself and the other Scoobies, Giles was still in the hospital due to Halloween, he had nearly died from the injuries caused when Sephiroth on a whim destroyed the school with a simple use of Ultima. It was made worse by the sadistic tendencies his other half had that came out in battle, one vampire he had kept alive for hours, slowly torturing it until its mind broke and he left it to die, stakes through its wrists and ankles as he watched and waited for morning.
Xander knew that it wasn't right, but that part of him drew a sick sort of pleasure from it. It was an odd feeling to be both joyous and nauseous from the same activity.
That was only the beginning, his parents had raged at him. Normally he would have run and locked himself in his room, but it was another situation that drew Sephiroth out. He didn't remember what exactly happened, but he remembered the bodies when the EMT's came to remove the corpses.
He threw up seven times until there was nothing left. In his own mind he had become a monster, something that rivaled what Angel was before his soul was returned, but then he remembered something even worse than he had read in those books.
Veni, veni, venias, (Gloriosa) [Come, come, O come, (Glorious)] Ne me mori facias (Generosa) [do not let me die (Noble)] Veni, veni, venias, (Gloriosa) [Come, come, O come, (Glorious)] Ne me mori facias (Generosa) [do not let me die (Noble)]
Mayor Richard Wilkins III stared out the window at Sunnydale. He had seen the rubble, walked through the ruins. A cold hand of fear caressed what was left of his soul.
He had not felt fear of that level since he was a small boy, and even then it wasn't like this. That was illusion, this was for real. Then there was the second level demon that was left butchered in the city. The reports he had received from the supernatural population had been disturbing, a white haired being with a black, feathered wing. It seemed like something fitting a legend he had once heard, a tale of the angel of death returning to Earth to mete out destruction upon his foes.
Then he heard a new report begin about a white haired man assaulting his lawyers in LA. Fear filled him and he made note to accelerate his plans as much as possible. A slayer was one thing, two was still workable, but if it was Azrael walking the earth, nothing he had in his bag of tricks was enough to stop his own doom.
Sephiroth Sephiroth
Buffy and Willow were sitting in the living room at Buffy's, the news was on as they did some of the work that they had been assigned before the school was destroyed. Both of them were rather torn between anger and joy at the destruction of the school. There was also fear for their friend.
Buffy turned and faced the TV for a moment before turning to Willow.
"Hey, Willow, what was Xander doing today anyway?"
"He said he had something to do in LA, I didn't get much out of him, why?"
"Look at the news for a moment, I think that we just found out what he was doing."
The red head turned and her jaw dropped, "How?"
"Is that a costume thing?"
"I don't know that much about that game, but from what Jessie and Xander had said, we may have a major problem if it is."
"How big of a problem?"
"Remember, he turned Spike and Drusilla into frogs."
"Oh boy, we really need to talk to him."
"Yeah, we need to find out just why he did this and plan an intervention."
