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The house was torn to pieces.
Buffy had fought and killed a dozen aliens in vicious hand to hand combat. She had gone into berserker mode. She was working out her grief. Today, it just hit her that Willow was dead, really really dead. She refused to cry. She mourned by hacking the Aliens to pieces. The memory of Willow helped out when it could. But Buffy wouldn’t let her help too much. She didn’t just want the Aliens to die. She wanted to kill them. Towards the end, a few of the aliens tried to run away. Buffy hunted then down with a brutal efficiency that would have made the Yautja proud.
She had cornered the last alien in an alley a block from her home. As she walked back, she ignored the deep bleeding gouges across her chest. Her tan blouse was soaked in her bright red blood. She didn’t even feel the scratches on her face. As she came upon her house she noticed that the front door was gone. It was reduced to a ragged wood fragment hanging on its frame. The side of the house had a hole large enough to walk through. There were shingles scattered over the front yard after she had chased an alien up to the attic. She stopped for a moment to take it in. The roof of the house was on fire. She could hear sirens coming her way.
She was not satisfied. She knew the real target of her anger was herself. Buffy didn’t have a soul for self loathing. She simply made a choice to find and kill every alien on Earth and then Illyria herself.
She met Willow's parents in the yard. They had minor cuts and scrapes as well. Willow’s mother was tall with pale skin and dark red hair. There was a long scar on her arm covered in blood that was only slightly darker than her hair.
“Now you see?” Buffy said as she walked up to them. “Now you see the work we do?” Buffy asked. Willow’s mother nodded that she understood. She didn’t say the words but Buffy felt that Willow’s mother was starting down the road of forgiveness. Buffy touched Willow's mother arm.
“Do you want to see where we buried the body?” Buffy asked. Through tears she nodded yes.
A little girl walked across the parking lot of a San Diego Mall. She looked to be all of eight years old. She wore a ragged dress, her hair was dirty. As she crossed into the light of a street lamp in the parking lot shoppers stopped to stare at her, some whimpered, some cried. Her face did not look right. Her eyes were twin pools of darkness. Her mouth looked as if it had been carved into her pale head by a madman. She had big metal looking teeth. She spread her arms as she walked. Behind her the world was destroyed. Asphalt and grass and trees and people turned to black ash and blew away into the stale air that followed her. She was pestilence made flesh. She was living death. She was Mesektet, the fifth and most malevolent totem of the Ra-Tet. She was one of the dark totems. Her being was composed entirely of the black void. Along with the other totems, she was the physical embodiment of the sun god.
“This world is going to hell in a hand basket.” She thought. “Might as well have some fun before the lights go out." Mesektet banged her hands together in a loud clap that sounded like thunder. A blast wave of pure darkness exploded out from her shattering the mall. Hundreds died, instantly turned into ash. She looked around at her destruction and was pleased. She had just sent her message to Wolfram and Hart. The Senior Partners may be gone but she, and others, had old grudges to settle. She sang a pleasant tune as she skipped away.
Gunn was animate. His fists pounded on the table. He was in a staff meeting that had gone on for hours. No one was getting the point he was trying to make. “The Senior Partners were evil Overlords, but at least they kept the peace.” Gunn said. “With them gone all contracts are voided.” Gunn looked at them. He didn’t get the reaction he was expecting. He tried again. “Every contract signed by the Senior Partners, which include every contract ever signed by every Wolfram and Hart branch in every universe
is now void. It’s the wild, wild west out there.” He said. Gunn searched for a report that had come in only minutes before.
“In San Diego, hundreds were killed, turned to ash by what many survivors describe as an eight year old girl.”
“Mesektet?” Angel asked. “What would be the point of destroying a mall?”
“Before now , the demons hid. They would have never dared to attack the Human world. Whatever that thing was its sending us a message and the message is this: “I’m not afraid of you.””
“I don’t like the sound of that.” Angel said.
“If you don’t like the sound of that you’re really not going to like this.” Everyone turned to look at the beautiful woman that had just walked into the room. It was Cordelia Chase.
“The Powers That Be” woke me up to let you know that the end of days is coming.” Angel stood. He was shocked. The last time he saw Cordelia she was in a coma after being possessed by one of the Powers That Be. Every doctor he’d called said there was no chance Cordelia would ever regain consciousness. Yet, here she was. Angel looked at her. She still had the same brown eyes, brown hair and ample bosom. Angel remembered Jasmine exploding out of her. He remembered something else. He remembered that Cordelia was now part demon.
“What do they want?” asked Angel. Cordelia turned her head to Him. Her eyes were cold.
“This is the end of a billion year war between the Great Old Ones and the Powers That Be. You will fight for us. “ she said.
“What happens if we stay out of it?” Angel asked.
“Messiah will rise and the Earth will burn.” She said. Cordelia approached Angel. She stood toe to toe with him.
“If you do this for us, we will Shanshu you.” Cordelia whispered. “We’ll make you a real boy.” That hit Angel where he lived. The thought of becoming human again, of being forgiven by the Powers that Be was overwhelming.
“What is this all about?” Angel asked.
Cordelia smiled as she turned to face the rest of the room. She waived her arms like a showman of old. “Gather round kids.” She said. "Auntie Cordelia is going to tell you a story about the history and destiny of the Old Ones and The Powers that Be.”
“What history could there possibly be between the Old Ones and The Powers That Be?” Angel asked.
Cordelia smiled. She knew she had terrible information to share. “Well for one thing they’re the same species
.” She said. “The Old Ones became The Powers That Be billions of years ago.”
“But..” Angel interrupted.
“Are you going to let me tell this story?” Cordelia asked.
“Yes.” Angel said.
Everyone in the room listened.