When he woke up, rain softly fell on him. But there was something wrong about it. It wasn't any sort of rain he had experienced in all of his time on Earth. That was his first clue. The other way the sky. Two suns hung low in the sky. He was covered in sunlight but didn't feel the slightest burning sensation. Spike was lying in something similar to sand, staring up at a red sky.
"Oh, bloody hell. He finally did it, the big poof." He sits up. "Angel sent me to Hell." Spike shakes his head sadly. Just when he had finally convinced himself that he would find Buffy. If he had survived the fight against Wolfram and Hart, that was. He sighs heavily. Which he clearly hadn't. Something felt different though. He couldn't at that moment put his finger on it, so he decided to ignore it.
Spike closes his eyes, enjoying the sunlight for a few moments longer. If this was Hell, he was going to enjoy the little things. But it didn't last long. Loud voices carried up from somewhere below him.
Spike tries to make out the words, but he isn't familiar with the dialect. He sits up just as someone huge blocks out the sunlight. Huge hands grab him.
"You bloody wanker, let go of me!" The demon hauls him to his feet and then releases him. "Uh, thanks?" He looks up at the huge demon, whose long horns glint wickedly in the sunlight.
"We have been looking for you, Spike." The demon speaks in a guttural voice that is hard to understand. But at least it's English.
"Fine, mate. But you don't need to go about it that way." He brushes himself off. "Now where are we? And what do you buggers bloody want with me?"
"You will come with us. Our lord and master would like to have a word with you, Spike." Spike sighs and follows the demons as they head back down the hill.
"This ought to be interesting at least." He mutters quietly to himself. The demons lead him through a town...or at least what once was a town. Now, it was a bunch of ruins. But in the middle of it all stood a castle. It was completely out of place, and Spike couldn't help but laugh at how wrong it looked.
The demons lead him into the castle. They come to a grand hall where Angel sits on a throne. "Oh, this is just bloody perfect. All hail the bloody poofter, lord of...where in the name of Hell are we?" Spike glares at Angel and notices the dragon perched behind him. "Got ourselves a little pet, do we?"
"It's good to see you too, Spike. Been wondering when you'd get here." Angel stands up and leaves the throne to come closer to Spike. He looks up at the demons. "Thank you. You may go now. I think you might find some food in the kitchen." The demons hungrily leave.
"So, you're the lord of Hell? That makes far too much sense." Angel smirks at him.
"Come on, Spike. There's a few people who would like to see you." Angel turns and walks through a hidden door behind the throne. Spike sighs, not knowing what else to do he follows Angel, muttering under his breath the whole time.