I do not own Buffy or Darksiders. This is meant to be a work of fiction, a homage to two great stories, nothing else.
Xander sighed in disappointment as the last toy gun in the store was snatched up by a rug-rat just before he could get to it.
‘Dang it! There goes that costume! So long Rein of the Two Dollar Costume King!’, He mentally griped.
“Something I can do to help, young man?”, came a voice from behind him.
“Ghaagh!” Xander startled, spinning around quickly. “Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Xander paused, looking into ageless golden eyes set in the most beautiful face he had ever seen, framed by flowing silver-white tresses. There was a God!
The Lady smiled slightly at him, as if reading his thoughts. “I asked if there was something I could do for you?” She repeated.
“Uh, I thought this place was called Ethan’s, right? You’re not Ethan, ‘cause Ethan is a guys name and you are definitely not a guy…”
‘Great’, he thought ruefully, ‘can’t be in the presence of a beautiful women for even a few seconds before making a complete fool of yourself, can you?’
She raised an eye brow at his comment, as if him before, at last, replying. “No. Mr. Rayne is busy with other customers at the moment, I thought I would help you.” She gestured too where a man was indeed helping Buffy and Willow.
“Uh, well, I need a costume to escort some kids for Halloween. I was going to go as a soldier, see, ‘cause I got the uniform at home and all I needed was a toy gun, but that kid just grabbed the last one and I can’t afford any other costume.“ Xander babbled, trying desperately, and failing, to make up for the earlier comment.
The Lady paused, looking him over critically before seeming to at last make up her mind. “You wished to be a common soldier? Not, perhaps a warrior? A being of honor, pride and power?”
“Uh, well, I mean, sure, I’d love to have a costume like that. But I don’t have a lot of money…” Xander trailed off, unsure as to what the Lady was getting at.
The Lady smiled coolly at him. “Here.” She suddenly thrust a package at Xander. And where did she get that from, anyways? “This is the uniform of a great Champion. A mighty warrior. A hero. One who fought for justice and truth. One who brought down giants. And for that, was betrayed and imprisoned for all time.”
Xander, suddenly holding the box in his hands, glanced down. “Uh, sure, but, uh, how much is this gonna cost?”
“For you? Nothing more than you are willing to pay.” The Lady’s voice seemed to float out to him, as he quickly looked back up.
“Willing to pay?” He asked none. The Lady was gone. Shrugging, he wandered over to the register to pay for his costume. Whatever it was.
Outside the shop, the Archangel Uriel watched as the boy left with the Slayer and her friend. “Soon, War, all debts between us will be repaid.”
With that, she vanished in a white light, though if one listened closely, one might here the quite flap of wings.