Goddess Illyria (the_god_illyria) wrote in not_fadeaway,
Goddess Illyria

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The wolf, ram and hart seemed different on this day. There was something in this place, something that hadn't been here before, but it had some familiarity to it at the same time. As I walked the halls, much like a ghost, no one seemed to notice me anymore. There was talk, as always, of death, of secrets, of things that the humans here wanted to keep secret. So I walked... and I listened, and none even noticed I was there. Ever since my power had been depleted, everyone seemed to see me as their equal and the thought bothered me beyond belief. My name no longer carried the power it once had. No being trembled at my feet, nor cared much to see me as a friend or foe. My time as a god had truly come to an end...

It was not supposed to be this way. My arrival. I was supposed to rule the world; I was supposed to be obsolete. I was supposed to rule this world once again... yet the world had also changed. It was not foul thing it had once been. It was no longer the dirt at my feet; humans were no longer the muck that sprang from the depths of the earth. They had shape, they had form and they were the dominant species in this world. How that had come about, I couldn't begin to comprehend. They were still weak, lacking in strength, and stamina. But their minds... their minds had evolved. They had evolved from single celled organisms into these complex microbes that filled the earth that was once ruled by gods.

They were like roaches, multiplying to infinitum, destroying everything in their path for the sake of knowledge and pride.

And now, I was trapped, trapped in their world, trapped in a shell, trapped with feelings and memories that did not belong to me and yet remained craved into my being and attached so deep that at times I couldn't quite grasp who I really was anymore. I had become weak as they were. My powers greatly depleted, as well as the stability of the shell that housed my essence. The skin, it had softened considerably, it could be broken, it could... feel and as much as I abhorred the though, it also intrigued me.

There no where else for me to go. I was a prisoner here. If I escaped to other worlds, seeked out old alliances, they would see me- not as Illyria, the great, the powerful, the king of the primordial. No, they would see me as and insect, a lower being... and I would be destroyed once again, only this time there would be no return from the depths of slumber.

Spike had found my predicament amusing, and it irritated me, but- he had offered his guidance to me. He had offered to show me the things that I needed to know in order to assimilate better to this strange place. I found him irritating at times, however, he also intrigued me. Perhaps it had been because he had never feared me. Even when I could have turned him to dust with just one blow, he never feared. I found that... intriguing.

I had not been prepared for the array of emotions that followed out encounter in the training room. And I would have never believed that I would have found such pleasure in a being that was so beneath me still. These human emotions were quite disturbing but they needed to be addressed nonetheless.

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After Illyria and I had shared our little encounter, she had got up abruptly and walked out. I hadn't followed her, not at first. I felt pretty dazed. It's not every day you shag a god.

It was more than that making me feel strange, though. Here I was again, having sex with a woman who I didn't even think really liked me, and we'd got down to it after beating the crap out of each other. Well, more of the crap came from my side, cos Illyria is bloody tough, but my point still stood. I thought I'd left some of that behind me when I'd got my soul back. But I guess I'll never get all the demon out of me. I just... I don't want things to end up the way they did with Buffy. I couldn't deal with that again. And I have to admit, I'm still not over her. Probably never will be. And it pisses me off no end that she's back making moon eyes at Captain Forehead, who is probably the most boring bloke in the world.

But back to Illyria. Despite my misgivings about what our encounter said about me, I'd enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. I hadn't felt so physically good since the last time Buffy and I had shagged. I'd tried being with a couple of other women after that, like the bird I took to Xander and Anya's non-wedding, and even Willow, for fuck's sake! But none of them could really scratch my itch. I guess I like a woman with power.

After a while I got up and straightened out my clothes. I headed down the hallways, past offices full of suits. And then I saw her, blue and graceful and crackling with strength, walking in her singleminded way.

"'Lo, pet," I said softly.
"Lo, pet,"

I turned around quickly, my eyes fixated on Spike. The feeling of annoyance at being startled quickly melted away at mere sight of him. The feeling perturbed me but only for a moment.

I tilted my head slightly as a wave of memories of our previous encounter filled me. It was most unexpected, but not as uninvited as I had thought it would be.

"Spike," I said making my way towards him, and closing the gap that lay between us. "Here to teach me more about the world?" I asked.

I turned my attention back into the hallway that I had come from, and then turned and looked past him at the people around us. No one seemed to pay any attention to us, our presence to them didn't matter in the least.

"The humans in this place... they show no regard for us. We could crush them if we chose to, we are stronger then they are and yet, they show no regard. I find that irritating, as well as when they speak in hushed voices behind closed doors. A house of death, it's what this place is."
Illyria looked at me with her usual impassive expression, but I got the feeling she didn't mind seeing me. Reckon the smurf's getting soft. Then I remembered the feel of her firm thighs around mine and felt a corresponding warmth in my groin. Well, not soft in some places...

"Here to teach me more about the world?" she said.

"Dunno, pet. Seemed we had quite a good lesson earlier," I said, smirking slightly. Wasn't quite sure how to deal with the whole post-shagging thing. Humour was probably safest, though it might piss off Her Majesty. One never knew with Illyria.

She looked around, her eyes moving in their quick, perceptive way.

"The humans in this place... they show no regard for us. We could crush them if we chose to, we are stronger then they are and yet, they show no regard. I find that irritating, as well as when they speak in hushed voices behind closed doors. A house of death, it's what this place is."

"Don't underestimate humans," I said. "There's more of 'em than of us. They'll always win. That's why they're the masters of this world." It must get to her. She had been a god, and now... she was just a relic of a world that's gone. "But yeah, these people aren't exactly a good example of the species. Sneaky bastards, most of 'em. I don't reckon Wolfram and Hart mean good for any of us. We need to be careful, I think."