To be a Hero
Sorry everyone, about the lack of activity. But I have been busy, school
and all, even during the summer when I thought I'd have time! But I
have recently been watching Buffy/Angel re-runs and Smallville's new
season to psych myself up! Hopefully you'll see a production increase.
On an unrelated note, I've also been
reading the Buffy
comic books, and even the Superman: Earth
both of which are AWESOME!!! Seriously, those people who are
fans of Buffy are seriously mistaken in believing that the story has
ended: it has simply changed media format. Any fan of the show MUST
READ THE COMICS!!! Do it now, go! After you finish with this fic.... To Be a Hero
Illyria overlooked the sea of lights
that was the human city of Metropolis. It did not impress her, she had
traveled worlds and seen wonders none of those simpering apes could
imagine. This city was nothing in the scheme of things, a pile of rubble
just waiting to happen. A sudden rush of air interrupted her musings
and she smirked. The smirk vanished as soon as she realized it had been
involuntary. She was starting to become more in tune with her vessel,
reacting reflexively in human ways. She shook the thought off; she was
Illyria, the great Demon-King, her magnificence was in no way diminished
by the inferior form she currently inhabited.
She could sense him behind her, but did
not turn around, waiting for him to speak first.
She had indeed. A being who could run
all over the city to stop crimes had to have good senses, she had figured.
So she climbed one of the many towers in the city and had simply called
out to him.
“Yes, I did.”
“You're not human.”
“Well, so long as we're stating the
obvious, neither are you.”
She turned to face him at last and was
surprised by how human he looked. It was his true face, too -- she could
sense no magic or illusion.
“What do you want?” The Blur demanded,
expecting a fight.
“Take care in the tone you use to address
!” she warned. “I have not come here to fight you,
but if you disrespect me again, a fight you shall have.”
There was a moment's pause before he
spoke again. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend.” Illyria snorted,
another disgustingly human reaction -- she really had to watch out for
“You would've made a terrible demon
lord, You never humble yourself before another demon.”
“Isn't that what you are? I figured
you might not be, no demon I can think of would devote himself to protecting
citizens of this filthy city. Half-demon perhaps? Or something new....”
“What I am isn't important. Who are
you and what is it that you want?”
“My name is Illyria, and once I was
a great ruler in this world.”
“I've never heard of you.”
“I would not have expected you to.
As to why I'm here, whimsy.”
“Yes, I want to know why you're doing
The Blur's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Illyria turned again to look out over
the city. Her senses had deadened considerably since her power had been
siphoned. In a way she was glad: she would no longer have to feel the
stink of humanity pressing so close against her. But she could still
remember some of it, and even now, could touch a tendril of what lay
on the streets below.
“Why does a being of your power defend
“They aren't insects, they are human
“To me it's the same thing! These creatures
have no power; only a fool wastes his on the weak.”
“It is for exactly that reason that
I protect them.”
Illyria once again turned away from the
Blur, staring out at the city. She heard footsteps as he came to stand
beside her, but she refused to acknowledge him.
“What about you, Illyria? What do you
Illyria whirled on him, but he caught
her fist in his own and she railed against the circumstances that had
left her here in this tiny shell, depleted of her former powers.
“How dare you! I once ruled over a
“There are billions in this galaxy
alone,” he replied.
“I have lived for millions of your
“To the sun, you are just a child throwing
Illyria screamed in rage and swung again,
but he was gone in a gust of wind and several feet away now.
“Importance, power, size -- these things
are all relative, Illyria. How hard have you had to fight?” he asked.
Illyria paused, unsure of what he meant,
indignation fueling a desire not to answer him, simply to be impudent.
Not at all unlike the child he had accused her of being moments ago.
Illyria released her anger, telling herself she was quite above it.
“I have never had to fight, so great
was my power that all things that opposed me fell with ease!”
“Then what could you possibly know
of these people?” The Blur had walked back to the edge of the building's
roof and gazed upon the city, an invisible gesture for her to do the
“All those people do out there is struggle.
You claim that they are insignificant, that they have no power. Yet
even though they are so weak, they struggle with everything they have.
Their lives are a constant battle, and look at all they have accomplished.
All that power you were given, what did you use it for, Illyria?”
“I used it as I willed. That is the
right of the strong.”
“Then you have no claim to superiority.
All that power, did you ever use any of it to push limits? Did you ever
use it for the betterment of yourself, of your kind? These people, these
humans, these ants...they have earned all the power they have. I say
are the superior ones. They are trying all the time
to better themselves, to reach higher. Did your kind ever do that, Illyria?
That is why I protect them. They will be magnificent, one day.”
Illyria said nothing; she had nothing
to say. The silence began to stretch, and soon the Blur began to move
“Walk among them, Illyria. Watch them,
and I have no doubt that soon you will be able to see what I see in
them.” And in a gust of wind, he was gone.
Illyria stood on that roof for a long
“Hmph, I couldn't care less.” she
said as she departed. She wandered the dark alley of the city, heading
back to where the human flying machine was located. They were not
given the ability to fly,
she reflected. They achieved it
She heard then a scream of fear, and
before she could think about what she was doing she was running, soon
finding herself in an alley where a man stood over a woman on the ground,
brandishing a knife. The man turned to face Illyria and pointed the
knife at her.
“Run away, girlie, and you won't get
The dull impact of the man's body colliding
with a wall was barely audible over all the sirens and other ambient
sounds of the city.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you...,”
the woman cried before running off. Illyria stood in that alley, looking
down its dark path, seeing the illumination of the street lamps at its
“Very well,” she spoke, knowing that
The Blur could hear her, but not intending the statement for him. “I'm
curious.” FIN Next time on “Hero Talk”: The Request
“Hey there, Clark...,” the dark-haired
man said, rubbing his hands together in a way Clark could only see as
a sign of anxiety.
“Xander,...can I help you with something?
Are you okay?”
Xander took a long breath and swallowed
several times, like he was working up the courage to say something.
Clark's hand clenched in anticipation.
“What's wrong?” he asked again.
“Clark,” Xander finally spoke, “I...need
a favor...and it's, well...you're not going to like it...”