My Name
My name. You would presume to speak my name. Because I have returend in
the body of human you think you can speak to me. It's disgusting. I thought all the humans would have long died out by now.
Instead you've grown bold. Nor care.
This Shell
Winifred Burkle is the shell I'm in. This is grief. I'm watching human grief.
It's like offal in my mouth.
Rotted Through
You see to save what's rotted through. This carcass is bound to me. I could
not change that if I cared to. But you have opened my eyes to truth. If the world is truly overrun by humans then I have work
to do.
Knox's Spiel
She's so much more than that now. Beyond flesh. Beyond perfection. I loved
Fred. I really did. She had a warmth that took you in and held you until everything cold and distant melted away. She was
the most beautiful perfect woman I ever met. That's why I chose her. She's the only one that was worthy.
The Quahasan/Knox
I knew you'd come for me. My life is yours. I worship you. I've been waiting so
long for this. I've loved you from the moment I saw you. I was eleven. You were ancient pressed between the pages of the Forbidden
Texts. I would stare at you for hours locked in my room. My Mom thought I was looking at porn.
I am you your priest. I am your servant. I am your guide in this world. I've taken
your sacraments and placed them close to my heart according to the ancient ways. That's why you were called to me. We're bound
together.
My last Quhasan was taller.
I may be shrinking a bit in the glory of your presence. Knox
This world is not how I left it.
Bahalanesh In LA
It's her temple. This was where she was supposed to be resurrected. Her army of
doom. They were entombed with her waiting for her return. This is where her temple was millions of years ago and it's still
here. It's out of phase with our time stream. Only Illyria can open the gateway.
Humans And Yet More Gushing Courtesy Of Knox
Opposable thumbs, uh fire, television what they lack in strength they make up for
in sneakiness. Yes all of them. They deserve to be punished. Not anymore. I'm with the King. Open the gateway. Raise your
army. Wash humanity from the face of the earth. Reclaim what was lost to you so many millenia ago when the world was ruled
by...Sorry my bad.
You've destroyed my Quahasan.
It offends me to think that you think he matters.
Unimpressive!
You're too late. My army will rise. This world will be mine once again. No. It can't
be. It's gone. My world is gone.
Uncertain
You grieve still for a single life. I I'm not certain. This place was part of the
shell. This is important to you. Things have names. The shell Winifred Burkle she can't return to you. Yet there are fragments.
When her brain collapsed electrical spasms channeled into my function system. Memories.
Overwhelmed
I have nowhere to go. My kingdom is long dead. All dead. There's so much I don't
understand. I've become overwhelmed. I'm unsure of my place. Perhaps but I exist here. I must learn to walk in this world.
I'll need your help Wesley.
If I were to help you find your way you have to learn how to change. You
mustn't kill. Wesley
You kill the Quahasan in defiance of your leader.
But you will if I abide because I look like her.
You cling to what is gone. Is there nothing in this life but grief?
Wesley On Life
There's love. There's hope for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy.
That your life will lead you to some job. That after everything you can still be surprised.
Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
Nightmares
In my time nightmares walked among us. Walked and danced skewering victims in plain
sight laying their fears and desires out for everyone to see. They used to make us laugh. And now nightmares are trapped inside
the heads of humans pitiful echoes of themselves. I wonder whom they angered to merit such a fate.
Dimensions
I traveled all of them as I pleased. I walked roads of smoke and half truths in
Tantibal roads of torment and of unnameable beauty opaling towers as high as small ruins, glaciers that rippled with incensing
lust. And one world with nothing but shrimp I tired of that one quickly.
Closed In
It's too small. It's too small. I can't breathe. How you live with these walls.
I can't breathe. There's no room for anything real. I should gut you where you stand. You challenge me. There's not enough
space to open my jaws. My face is not my face. I don't know why what it will say.
I Am
All I am is what I am. I lived seven lives at once. I was power in the ecstacy of
death. I was God to a God now I'm trapped on a roof. This one roof in this time and this place with an unstable human who
drinks too much whiskey and called me a smurf. You don't worship me at all do you? I don't know and I fear in any other dimension
in this form I'd be prey to those I knew. I reek of humanity.
This World
Your world is so small and yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut
yourselves inside in rooms and routines.
You break so easily.
Spike's Ground Rules For Illyria
1. First off no more punching me in the face.
2. Secondly when I punch you in the face you tell me how you feel so I can write
that down on my clipboard.
3. Third no touching my clipboard.
4. Fourth no more hurting me because I'm bloody well getting sick and tired of being
tossed around you filthy harlot.
In my time a leader would punish her insolence with death.
I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.
Humans are such feeble creatures just the sight of me makes this boy go all tight
in his pants.
Change
You're so concerned with names, dates, times. Define change. The world is as it
is. Your summation of recollections each change is simply a point of experience. And yet Fred changed the moment her memory
did. In places. No they're gone. Does this change your view of Fred? Is she still the person you thought she was?
It really irritates me when no one will answer my questions.
Memories
Do you? There are two sets of memories those that happened and those that are fabricated.
It's hard to tell which is which.
Charles Gunn
This thing it's important to you. It hold value worth beyond price.
I don't understand how one shell that isn't much could be worth so much to those
who are equally worthless.
Winifred Burkle's Shell
This shell you had affection for it for Fred. Yet you strike at her form without
sentiment.
Adaption
Adaption is compromise. When the world met me it shuddered, groaned, it knelt at
my feet. Illyria was all they needed to know. You have nothing. Your kind has pulled this domain apart. Each of you has snatched
a tiny piece of it. Even those with the mightiest hordes are paupers.
To never die and to conquer all that is winning.
Confusion
This day what name is it given in your cycle of days?
They have seven days in this place and they are named Saturday, Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.
They also have a square shaped lump of paper that tells you what day and date
it is called a calender.
I have no use for such things for I am Illyria God King of the Primordium.
Again
This conversation we've had it before. You're my guide. You're more than that. You're
my betrayer. When you shattered the Window of Orlan you meant to change the past to rewrite your history and the history of
this body. It was a failure. But you intended to alter them. And destroy me?
Betrayal
Betayal was a neutral word in my day. As unjudged a word as water or breeze. No
or perhaps I am only bothered because I am bothered. Motes of dust. Mayflies who die so soon after they're born they might
as well not live at all.
In my time those beneath me didn't have a chance to betray their superiors they
were smote with a glare at just the thought of betrayal.
Odd
Odd it doesn't exist until it cracks apart. Time. Your opinion of me weighs less
than sunlight. You tried to murder me again. I was there I saw it.
What Is It?
What is it posion, magicks? It impresses me the power of it. Whatever you've done
it can't save you. To do anything but bow to my will is absurd yet you conspire. Jealous planktain and vain the ocean that
holds them. Ridiculous ape my death won't prevent your dying. What have you done to me? You don't know not yet it's too early.
Caged
You weren't here before. An aberration on the time line. It wasn't like this. You
followed me. You've been swept up in my wake. How did you worms accomplish this? You ripped me out of linear progression tore
my timeline into shreds and stiched it back together out of sequence. You caged me in this fractured time frame in moments
that repeat themselves over and over without deviation. But I don't say these words. I rip the necklace off. I life him from
the table. Is of your sciences? How do you unweave time in this way? Do you know what you were when I was young? You were
the muck at our feet. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You were pretty at night. You sparkled and you stank. You still
stink of it. What?
How you date to speak to me in this...Bouncing around?
Kingdom
Your kingdom? I am Illyria God King of the Primordium shaper of things. Yes nothing's
what it used to be is it? These are the fruits of your attempt to murder me. Your kingdom turned to ash and stale wind. I
slew the white haired one first. And then Wesley as he raised his weapon and your demon clown as he wilted in terror. No vampire
you were last. You know nothing of this. You're from an earlier point in the timeline. You're a paradox. You're impossible.
I didn't give you the chance that you learn when you become a King. You learn to destroy everything that's not utterly your's.
All that matters is victory. That's how your reign persists. You're moral. A true ruler is as moral as a hurricane. Empty
but for the force of his gale. But you trapped in the web of the wolf, the ram, the hart so much power here and you quibble
at its price. If you want to win a war you must serve no master but your ambition. You have not lied. I am doing is beyond
you, your people. Something is broken insid eme. My power is too great. I know this now as I know it every time I came to
this moment. Change is constant yet things remain the same.
Destruction
You asked me to allow you to murder me. Your intent is not murder. But you tried
to destroy me to bring back Fred. You want to take my power to let me live but I am my power. I would rather be a titanic
crater than to be like unto you. I kill you that's how this ends. And be nothing. More grace than this bag of sticks could
express. I was the immaculate embodiment of war. I blame this on the weakness of your species. Touch me and die vermin.
I can no longer hear the song of the green.
Gone
You revel in my defeat. My world is gone. My power stripped how would you define
it? This fate is worse than death. Condemned to live out existence in a vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory. How
am I to function with such limitation?
Attempt Amusement With Me
You attempt amusement at the expense of your better. I do not bend to your wishes.
I go because it suits me.
Grief
Your grief hangs off of you like rotted flesh. I couldn't tolerate it from them
as well. I thought this would be more convenient. It's a simple modulation of my form. I appear as I choose. You wish me to
stop?
This Form
You loved this. Part of you still does I can feel it in you. I wish to explore
it further.
Who does he think he is to dare challenge me?
Do not presume that I require any creature's attention.
Grown Weary
I've grown weary of this world since my powers have grown depleted. Strange how
I've been made more human this place remains disconcening.
Wesley
He and I are no longer having intercourse. He has ceased communication with me.
My recent reversion to the Burkle persona disturbed him and he will not tell me why.
Corrupted
It does not serve as an interest. I've seen this before with many rulers. Your leader
has been corrupted. It always begins the same a ruler turns a blind eye to the dealings of battles from which he can not gain.
And a deaf ear to the council of those closest to him. As his strength increases so does the seperation between him and his
followers.
Odors
The odors of everything in this world of men are equally repugnant to me.
Proof
You'll have proof soon enough. A corrupted ruler on such a path sees treachery and
betrayal all around him He can no suffer intimates he will eventually turn against them.
Mock me. He will murder one of you.
The intricacies of your fates are meaningless.
Regret
Truly I wish now I'd never been brought out. I don't know. I play this game. It's
pointless. It annoys me and yet I'm compelled to play on. Does that not...
Join The Fight
I will fight. I've been broken and humiliated. I will return in kind every blow
every sting. I will shred my adversarys pull their eyes out just enough to turn them toward their newly mutilated faces. You're
what I don't understand. Angel told you to do whatever you wanted today. Tonight you may all be dead. I am not what you want.
I'll make trophies of their spines.
Growth
Try not to die. You're not unpleasant to my eyes.
Bad News
Wesley's dead. I'm feeling greif for him. I can't seem to control it. You're fading
you'll last ten minutes at most.
