Buffy slowly climbed out of the hole and looked at all the destruction that Darth Willow had brought with her. As her earth-constructs were now dirt again, she guessed her old friend had been somehow pacified. But at what cost?
Suddenly she spotted that Dawn was not the only person waiting for her. There was another, shadowy figure hanging nearby.
“So the card had finally played out,” it said, “I was starting to wonder.”
“You!” Buffy exclaimed, “But you’re just a nightmare!”
She recalled the figure approaching her during the time when all nightmares came true – five years earlier. She thought it just another illusion and drawn a card. A card representing…
“Ruin,” the figure said, “Is it not what you see around? It had taken its time, but the Deck will always play out in the end.”
“So all this is all your fault? My mothers death, loosing all the money, almost loosing my Sister?”
The being just looked at her, tilting it head.
“No, Player,” it said, “It is only the fault of the one who drew the card that such future had befallen him. You have drawn Ruin and lost everything. I, on the other hand had drawn Star, been strengthened and won this round. Now, for the final draw…”
Instead of listening any further Buffy jumped on the figure and started hitting it with her fists, having left the sword behind.
“I don’t want to loose anything more!” she shouted. “Leave me and those cards alone and die!”
Suddenly, she fall down through the deamon. Looking around, she saw its shadow disappear.
“Well then,” a disembodied voice stated, “once you change your mind, just call me. The name is Aesgareth.”
Buffy just glared at the empty night sky.