"It's a Gypsy spell. As you know the Gypsy's were well known for spells dealing with souls. There are only a few tribes left now. Demons have killed off the rest and most of the spells have vanished. Even so I believe that we are dealing with one of those lost spells." Wesley informed Angel.
"The Gypsies always hated you." Spike said as he entered the office.
"Spike what are you doing here?" Angel protested.
"I was out helping the helpless, and then I got a little bored. Figured I'd see what was going on with my old pal." Spike said with a laugh.
"What do you want Spike?" Angel yelled.
"A decent bit of violence is all. The city has been too calm lately. I was just wondering if I could help with anything." Spike said.
"What's this? Spike actually being charitable for a change." Wesley snickered.
"Watch it head boy." Spike shouted.
"You can help by leaving us alone." Angel said.
"What? I've helped you a lot lately. I beat that crazy slayer for you." Spike said.
"She cut off your hands!" Angel shouted.
"Well…yeah but I fought right beside you last week helping Cordelia. Where is she anyway?" Spike said.
"She…….died." Angel said.
"Oh well then didn't know that." Spike said softly.
"Someone stole her soul possibly using a gypsy spell. Do you know of any demons that might have access to gypsy spells?" Wesley asked.
"No not a clue."
"Well I've got one." Lorne said as he walked in.
"Wolfram Hart sure love having back up plans. Apparently they made a deal with a group of demons known as the Harbingers of Doom." Lorne explained.
"Well that sounds gloomy." Spike said.
"Yeah I knew them a few years back, sung in Caritas a lot. Not the best group name but they still are a big hit in Japan." Lorne said.
"What about the deal, Lorne?" Angel asked.
"Oh yeah. Well the firm was going to give them Cordelia's soul if you didn't agree to work here. Now they aren't so happy and are probably the ones responsible for her missing soul." Lorne continued.
"Where are they now?" Wesley asked.
"Hell. Well, one Hell dimension. It's the worst well next to Quartoh." Lorne said.
"Could they have access to Gypsy spells?" Angel asked.
"Well seeing as how the Gypsies were their mortal enemies and that The Harbingers wiped most of them out. Yeah I think they do." Lorne said.
"Shifting souls between dimensions takes a lot of power. If they did perform the spell I don't see how they could bring her soul the entire way. She must be stuck somewhere in between." Wesley theorized.
Cordelia stood alone in a fast desert. The sky was blue with a few clouds here and there. The ground was littered with cracks and the sun was shining high in the sky. She thought it was strange how she felt no heat from it at all. In fact the clouds were standing still in the sky and there was no breeze what so ever.
"You will be judged." A voice said from behind her.
"Who are you?" Cordelia asked.
"I am everything and yet nothing. I exist though I do not. I see you but you see not my true form. I am…." The strange man said.
"Can you please just give me the short introduction?" Cordelia pleaded.
"I am Judgment."