Lady Vengeance Drabble: Holy Land
Cannon: Lady Vengeance/The Fallen
She doesn't want to get involved in another war. After all this time, five years after all of the scoobies had died, and Sunnydale was destroyed. She had failed again in protecting her sister, who had been killed in the demon massacre in LA that Angel had fought through, never realising that she was even nearby.
From the top of a skyscraper hundreds of feet in the air, she lazed on the concrete blocks watching the angel of God speak to Aaron Corbet, thier so called legendary Nephilim, the offspring of a human and an angel come to earth. Thousands of years ago, when God was newly thought up, the angels had been jealous of the humans that 'thier lord had created' and sought to stop the pesilence. She had interfered then because it was, well, wrong. Of course, even the stronger of them didn't really remember it as it happened. Thier age had taken over them and all that was left of thier memories from that time was fantasies and blips they could not really recall.
She watched, wondering if Aaron really believed this. If he did, then he'd go along. If he didn't, then Camael would leave and Vilma would come into the picture. In that case, the memories were smoking through him, and Gabriel would start showing his own brand of intelligence with his saving by Aaron. When thier powers came out, then she would enter thier lives, and guide them around thier own thoughts and actions, allowing them more leisure than the misguided angels sought to save the humans and themselves.
She hated prophecies. They were only one thing that could happen in an infinate number of universes. When someone heard such a thing and saught to help it, it entertwined with some of the worlds, and they became self fulfilling.
Looking to the east, and then to the north, and then to the west, she felt Verchiel planning nefarious deeds, something evil that he considered right. Sometimes she wondered if what she thought was right, was only right because she felt it. She rested her head on her arms and stared straight at the sky, still listening with her long-honed senses listening to Mr. Corbet, Gabriel the talking dog, and Camael.
Staring at the sky, she could remember when she had wings, the wings of an angel. She wondered if her own Guardian Angel were staring at her. He had been redeemed in his own eyes when he was a vampire, never knowing anything else. Now, she thought that he knew, though he was dead and gone before the memories took him back.
The horizon seemed to bling, answering her unasked silent questions.
