Prologue - The Middle of the Beginning of the End
Unfortunately, I don't own the rights to any of the characters from Doctor Who or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Angel. They all belong to their respective copyrights. Also, I am, unfortunately, making absolutely zero profit from this. If you know how I can, please let me know. Otherwise, the actual plot is the only thing that is mine. (There's a surprise cross-over later on that I'll disclaim at the appropriate time.)
The quicksilver light of the moon shown through the windows of the library, casting long shadows over the eerily silent room. The cd player set at the corner of the vast chamber played a supernal melody over and over, filling the air with a resonating, hauntingly beautiful voice.Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me
Shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum. . .
The candlelight flickered in the slight breeze that seemed to sweep up from nowhere, and returned to a locus yet unknown.
The witch moved with a slow, deliberate purpose, studying every detail of the spell she was about to cast with an intimate knowledge of arts so dark they had been lost to the world for millenia. Until she found them again. She had searched the world thrice over before finding the right caves in the Amazon, in the darkest part of the jungle never touched by human hand. The portal in the caves had led her to the Lost City of Atlantis, though it was not so much lost as it was dead, drowned under the tidal waves of a volcanic breach in the earth's crust, shifting about tectonic plates that groaned in titanic bursts of self-pity as the domains of Poseidon rushed forth to claim the most beloved city of the gods.
And there. . . There had lain the Talisman of Degobah, forged from the horn of a Black Unicorn and the tooth of a Golden Dragon. With it she had hunted down the last scions of a dying race, collecting the heads and hearts of three Hynd fauns. She had finally waited at the nest of a phoenix for three months, stealing the fire feather that would allow the bird to rise from its ashes three days later.
And finally, here she was, at the University of Cleveland, sitting directly over the Hellmouth, drawing a pentagram with a chalk made from the bones of six hundred and sixty-six virgins, obtained from a Mayan temple deep in the heart of The Land of the Veil, and pouring rock salt around the pentagram. And it was time. . .
"Golden blood, forcefully taken," she began, holding up the heads of the young Hynds, the moonlight casting an unearthly glow upon their ravaged skin. With her other hand, she took up the six hearts and bit into them, one by one, forcing herself not to gag and throw up the vile-tasting ambrosia that was passing through her lips. With the last bite she felt almost giddy, though the severity of what she was doing sobered her up before she could break the spell.
"The Fire Bird's Feather, never to awaken," she continued, dabbing the blood of the Hynds with the tip of the feather. Taking special care, as she could not use a mirror for the risk of releasing a daemon from the Other realm, she painted three symbols forgotten to humanity for a hundred millenia.
"A talisman obtained, of the most unholy," she whispered as she set down the heads of the Hynds and picked up the Talisman of Degobah.
"A life given ever so slowly." She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, but held out her wrist and sliced it, opening a vein so that it dribbled blood out onto the floor.
She instantly felt the giddy rush of dark majiks flowing freely throughout her being as she started to call down the Sun and Moon.
"In the Darkness burns the Brightest Sun,
The middle of the End has just begun,
I call upon the God of Space and Ages,
The Master of Slayers and Sages:
Come unto me, this I command.
I call upon the power of the Seas and Land,
The Four Elements combine
To sway to the will that is mine:
Bring unto me this Lord of Time,
I call down the Moon into my sublime:
Aphrodite, Venus, Ishtar, and Ashtart,
Aradia, Arianrhod, Artemis, and Artio.
Astarte, Aurora, Bast, and Brigid.
Cerridwen, Demeter, Diana, and Dryads.
Epona, Eos, Fortuna, Flora, and Freya.
Hathor, Hecate, Hera, Hestia, and Inanna.
Vesta, Lilith, Maat, Morrigan and The Muses.
Nephtys, the Norns, Nuit, Persephone, and Selene.
I call unto thee, Isis.
I call unto the goddesses all: possess me!
I call down the Sun into my sublime:
Amon Re, Adonis, Anubis, Apollo and Cernunnos.
Dionysus, Dagda, Eros, Horus, and Hymen.
Strega, Odin, Zeus, Pan, and Poseidon.
Ptah, Thor, and Thoth.
I call unto thee, Osiris.
I call unto the gods all: possess me.
By my power, and by my ken,I invoke thee!"
The power to invoke the spell was extraordinary, even for the strongest witch in the Western hemisphere. It would take even more than she had already put forth of herself in order to call the gods down, and even more of a sacrifice to take them into her. But she had to.
She only had one shot to call this Higher Being, and she'd be damned if she didn't give it her best shot. Speaking of being damned. . ."WHO DARES TO CALL UPON THE GODS OF ALL REALMS?"
The witch, surrounded by mystical energies that only six people in the world could live to tell about it, struggled to keep herself from slumping to the floor under the might of the sheer power of the entire realm of the gods filling the room. She knew who was talking to her, and cringed at the thought of having to confront such a malevolent entity yet again after what she had done to him last time."SPEAK, OR BE CAST DOWN LIKE THE PATHETIC INSECT THAT YOU ARE!"
The pain of His words made her ears bleed, but she knew she had to say something or else she would perish beneath the sheer weight of the collected might of the gods.
"I--I am Willow Rosenburg, daughter of Hecate, the right hand of the Slayer."
A different, warmer voice sounded out from the mystikal cloud around her. "THIS ONE IS OF MY LINEAGE, THOUGH SHE IS NOT OF PURE BLOOD. SHE IS TAINTED WITH THE MAJIKS OF OSIRIS.""INSOLENT LITTLE BITCH!"
the voice of Osiris boomed from the blackened void from without her, though it shook her very soul. "HOW DARE YOU CALL UPON ME! I HAVE PREPARED A PLACE FOR YOU IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL! COME TO ME!"
"Wait! If you kill me just yet, you won't be able to save the Earth!""WHO ARE YOU TO COMMAND THE GODS! WE DO AS WE WILL. WE HAVE NO NEED OF THIS PUNY LITTLE PLANET!"
"So you have no need of the magiks of Gaia, nor of the worshipers that still give you power?""INSOLENT FOOL! WHO ARE YOU TO--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Who am I to dare the gods, yada yada yada. I don't have time for this! The Earth is in grave danger, and soon after it, the entire universe will be devoured!""LET THE LITTLE ONE SPEAK, OSIRIS. SHE IS BUT A MESSENGER. LOOK INTO HER HEART. OF WHAT DO YOU SPEAK, WILLOW ROSENBURG, DAUGHTER OF HECATE, RIGHT-HAND OF THE SLAYER?"
Willow was pretty sure that was Isis speaking, though she didn't have the time to play "guess the god." She only had a short time to convince them. "Well, have you ever heard of the Medusa Cascade?"
The lyrics belong to Evanescence, from the song "Whisper." This is a crossover with, yes, you guessed it, BTVS/Doctor Who, with a suprise crossover later on in the story. I hope you like it! And, as CousinMary puts it, reviews are like candy! By the way, read her stuff. Very, very good stuff. Hope you don't mind the shout out, CousinMary! Also, while I'm on it, check out "Southern Comfort" by akat. Compelling stuff!