Illyria

Warrior Babes The Second

Illyria

Hallowed her out

Now in her body

Fred no more

Quite full of itself

Axe doesn't do the trick

Breaks the blade

Looks like her

But it's not

Super strong and a time warper too

Wants to destroy the world

Erase away all humanity

Finds her kingdom destroyed

Asks for his help

Because of his feelings for the one before

He agrees to help her

Illyria: A great monarch and warrior of the demon age. Murdered by rivals and left adrift in the Deeper Well. A burial ground. A resting place of all the remaining Old Ones. The Old Ones were demons pure, and they warred as we would breathe endlessly. The Greater Ones were interred for death was not always their end. Illyria was feared and beloved as few are. It was laid to rest in the very depths of the well until it disappeared a month ago. The tomb was not stolen it disappeared. I believed it was predestined to as part of Illyria's escape plan. And as for my not noticing, well, my charges are not few. All the way through the earth. Illyria was a great power. So great that after millions of years dead, somewhere on this earth it still has acolytes. The power to draw back Illyria lies in there. It requires a champion who has traveled from where it lies to where it belongs. If we bring the sarcophagus back to the well, it will draw the Illyria out of your friend and into every single person between here and there. It will become the mystical equivalent of airborne. It will claw into every soul in it's path to keep from being trapped entire. Tens, maybe hundreds of thousands, will die in agony if you save her.

Knox's Sinister Plan

I chose Fred because I love her. Because she's worthy. You think I'd have my God hatched out of some schumuck? This was all set in motion millions of years ago, Charles, and there's just no way to stop it. Oh they're really on track, but it doesn't matter. Angel's not gonna save her. I'm not being clear. I don't mean that Angel's going to fail to save her. I mean he's going to let her die. There's only a few of us now. I came to LA because I knew that's where it's kingdom had been. It was supposed to teleport to the base of its power, but the continents drifted, which they do. I had others help me get it here, but then it got stuck in would you believe it customs. But you took care of that. You sighned the order to bring it into the lab so you could get another brain boost. It's like I said I'm just one small part of a great machine. What he's fighting against is older than the concept of time. I couldn't stop it. There's nothing left to do now but wait. Wait and try and figure out exactly what you want to tell your...At this point his head was smashed so he wasn't able to finish what he was about to say.

My name. You would presume to speak my name. Because I have returned in the body of a 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.

Winifred Burkle is the shell I'm in. This is grief. I'm watching human grief it's like offal in my mouth.

You seek 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

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 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

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 Quhasan.

If 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.

You grieve still for a single life. I I'm not certain. This place was part of the shell. This is important to you. Thinks 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 systems. Memories.

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 work. I'll need your help Wesley.

If I were to help you find your way you have to learn how to chance. 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 anything in this life but grief?

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. Wesley

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 worst 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 it 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 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 ecstasy of death. I was God to a God now I'm trapped on a roof. This one roof in this time and this palce with an unstable human who drinks too much whisky 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.

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. 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.

Spike is really fun to kick around and he just keeps coming back for more which is actually admirable considering he's just a mere half breed.

Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.

Humans are such feeble creatures just the sight of me make 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 experince. 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 answers 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 can be worth so much to those who are equally worthless.

Winifred Burkle

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.

People are tiny insignificant creatures way below my notice.

To never die and to conquer all that is winning.

Confusion

This day what name is given in your cycle of days?

There are seven days in this place and they are named Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

They also have a square shaped lump of paper that tells you what day and date it is.

I have no use for such things for I am Illyria God King of the Primordium.

This conversation we've had it before. You're my guide. You're more tha than. You're my betrayer. When you shattered the Window of Orlan you meant to change the past to rewrite the history of this body. It was a failure. But you intended to alter them. And destroy me?

In my time those beneath me didn't have a chance to betray their superiors they were smote down with a glare at just the thought of betrayal.

Betrayal

Betraya 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.

Odd

Odd it doesn't exist until it cracks apart. Time. You're 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 poison, magicks? It impresses me the power of it. Whatever you're 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 you're 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 lift him from the table. We speak. And the demon attacks again. 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 out our feet. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You were pretty at ngiht. You sparkled and you stank. You still stink of it. What?

How you dare to speak to me in this...Bouncing around?

Kingdom

Your kingdom? I am Illyria God King of The Primodium 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 a salve to an insane construct. 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. All I am doing is beyond you, your people. Something is broken inside me. My power is too great. I know this now as I know it every time I come 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 gone. My powers 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 limitations.

Attempt Amusement

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?