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[12 Nov 2004|06:29am] |
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Much has occurred in the recent cycle of human days. Demons, ancient as I, though their greatness not nearly worthy of grand status, vied for a throne. To become king. I did not participate. My powers diminished, I am not as I once was. Though I am bothered to admit it.
Wesley was broken in an engagement. I...do not care to see him now. It is similar to the other Wesley, though with wounds not mortal. I have done violence to satisfy this...grief.
Something has changed. Like a broken thread that ends life. An end to endless violence, and a begin of...other practices. A human notion I have heard spoken carelessly by many as of late, "make love, not war." *tilts head* Their behavior has changed. They lust for each other. For me. There is something doing this to them.
It...affects me as well. I do not like it. A lack of control more significant than loss of my powers. Needing and wanting like a starving commoner. Yet, I am curious. This shell. It reacts when others are near. It calls for touch. For the act of procreation.
Wesley is incapable of guiding me now. He is immobile. I must seek further assistance from another source. Perhaps Angel will aid me to discover what Gunn referred to as "g-spot."
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| Souled |
[24 Aug 2004|03:36am] |
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The half-breeds have had their human souls returned to them. Angel is no longer the 'special' vampire. The ones with potential have become slayers. An infinitely bad plan has been implemented.
Still, it pleases Angel and surely Wesley that we start a Hot Line for these half-breeds. I thought perhaps they wished to merely kill themselves to spare them from their humanity, but they wish to call for counsel...
I have a Tele-Phone. I speak into the device and I hear mewling half-breeds talk of their endless sins.
( A Tele-Phone conversationCollapse )
It pleases Wesley that I help these pitiful creatures. I do not know why.
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| Changes |
[22 Aug 2004|07:59am] |
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There has been a shift in this dimension. The air stinks of it. Every being is acting different from their normal behavior. I do not notice the change in myself.
I have spoken to the conduit of the Wolf, Ram & Hart. He brought me to Wesley. It is...a strange adjustment. Things are different in this dimension. Spike visited, but soon after left. There are small children here...or once were. I do not know.
It has occurred that I should be as Fred (though not as she is now; her behavior is uncouth). To emulate her ways, docile and childlike, is to gain Wesley's approval (should he return from the beaches). Angel and the others would not be so hostile to me if I were different. I have altered my speech...to be less...arrogant and abrasive. I have taken to a softer appearance. I wish to help Angel plan his family reunion. I will send invitations, and perhaps aid the slayer Faith in baking foodstuffs.
*looks out a window* Is that a swine in the air?
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[01 Aug 2004|10:00pm] |
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I continue to be confused by my...hesitation to destroy the Wolf, Ram and Hart. I grew tired of diversion from speaking with the half-breed Lindsey. I left the halls. The colors were monotonous and unfitting for my stay. The muck drone on, mindless automatons. I walked the city. It is small, and the brightest lights are candles in the distance. Yet...I return. Again to the lawyers.
Still...it is the only familiar to me. The shell...Fred, has faint recollections that echo like annoying flies attached to my skull. I am drawn to places. I do not like the feeling. I am far too great to be led by any thought not my own. I have avoided them. Disappointment will not be my better.
Then, there was the giant. In my day, he would be small. We would blind fold it and lead it on a leash, feeding it scraps. It would be my pet. It would build many pillars in my name from the flesh of those who did not see my brilliance. It amuses to see them scurry, the rats they are.
*crosses arms, still standing in Wolfram and Hart* The link to this world's powers stares after me. He wishes my attention. I will accomodate...for now. It suits me.
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| Distraction |
[08 Jun 2004|08:28am] |
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I have been...distracted. *peers curiously around the lobby* The scum that cling to these walls wish to keep me here. To study me. I am new and curious to them though they know of my name. I...fascinate them. Yet it is a false worship, and they attempt to deceive me. I am older than this land; I am no one's puppet.
The link to the power is not the same as in the previous dimension. Many of the apes walk with different strides. The world has changed again. But the fern remains constant...it synthesized its food quietly and observes. I studied it until I grew bored. I wish to see the vampire, the one called Lindsey.
He is the only somewhat familiar left. Even the yellow-haired one who talked in high notes has gone. She annoyed. I am bothered that I am bothered by the absence of such a grating parasite. These games grow tiresome. My presence is far too great to wait for such instructions from these feeble beasts. It is frivolous. This is like Crash Bandicoot. I do not care for it.
*crosses her arms and stares*
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| Dimensions |
[04 Jun 2004|04:40am] |
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I am no longer in the dimension where a thousand demons wished to be killed by me. Things have changed. Shifted. I was pulled through a portal, not of my own doing. The Wolfram and Hart firm seems to be in a different state of being. A small man asked my name after a 'powerful' half-breed had broken through and finished her outburst. I am Illyria, a god to gods, shaper of things, idol to millions. He dared not ask the question again. His presence no longer makes the world stink of him. My vengeance is sated with the new prospect that the events of the previous night had not occurred. I do not know if I am forward or backward in time. It is odd.
I must seek Wesley, to see if he is alive. The others, as well. They may still plan to attempt to destroy me, and if that is the case, the wolf, ram and hart will be restored to the pitiful, cowering state that they were in when I ruled this earth. They will be no menace. *cocks head to the side and peers around the office building*
There is no one familiar here...except one. Though he has become a half-breed. Yet anything is better than the human muck he once was. There is no lower form of lawyer. I will force answers from him.
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| A Battle Over |
[28 May 2004|02:24am] |
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They are all dead now. Gunn's body lies in the street and the half-breeds' ashes have been washed away. Wesley's body still remains where it fell unless a lesser being has clawed its way into the home.
Gunn's wound was mortal and he fell prey easily. Angel lept from a slain dragon's body only to die saving Spike from decapitation. He turned to ashes at Spike's feet. It was a foolish move. Spike's anger led to his own death at the hands of a demon with a sharp stick moments later. *tilts head* There was a notion of love. It killed them both. It is strange.
I grieve. I wish to do more violence but my body needs to be replenished. There are demons on the way. Let them come. I fear no creature. I will crush their skulls and twist their bodies into odd shapes until their mewling cries cease and I feel not so lonesome.
These emotions are difficult to control. I need to kill something. I must heal quickly.
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