Title: A Shadow of the Past (5/6)
Series: Much that once was, is lost
Timeline: Not really relevant.
Summary: Something stirs…
It had existed for countless ages. An uncountable number of wars had been led for Its possession. Endless blood had been spilt because of Its influence and countless had been corrupted by It beyond all call or desire. It had been mighty and terrible, merciless and cold, filled with a power incomprehensible to mere mortals. It had rested on Its master's hand, poisoning his thoughts, bending him to the will of an even greater lord. It had led him through the Great Wars when the ages were still counted by the Sun and there It had almost been lost.
Because of one mortal, Its master had been lost to It and Its power had been diminished to a mere glimmer of Its former glory. It had survived however. It had seen numberless ages pass It by while It remained, undying and unchanging. It had almost faded before new evil came, renewing Its purpose as It amused Itself in giving petty parlour tricks to the new form of unliving while stirring them towards a greater evil and a grander purpose. Despite all of the time that had passed, It had still only recognized one master and so It had discarded Its wearers when It had tired of them.
It had raged when It had been imprisoned here, beyond the light of Sun and Moon. It drew strength from the corruption of the earth in this area, but It was diminishing. Its time had long since passed and even It did not know why It stayed in a world where It did not fit anymore. Still, a purpose must have remained for It to still be here.
So, deep in the bowels of Sunnydale, It waited. Light shined off of Its jewel despite the pitch black that encircled It as It bided Its time. It stirred as the suddenly fluctuating energies of the Dark Door filled It.
It would be free soon…
Fin