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Title: Tara and Willow – Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda – Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Four
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Absolutely, yes please. That’s why I write for this place, to engage in the discussion about the story.
Spoiler warning: Not sure why I am bothering, really, but Season 4 and Season 5 of BTVS.
Distribution: This story was written for Pens. Pens is its home. No archiving off Different Coloured Pens and the Kitten Board please. No conversion to eBook or other formats please. Enjoy it here.
Summary: Tara frees Hope and they move back down the tower…
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc. I am making no money from this series of stories however all original characters and situations remain my property. As this is a missing scenes and alternate reality fiction lots of scenes are new versions of those seen in the show, as such dialogue and situations are taken from the show. I’m sure you can tell which. All credit for those aspects goes to the original writers.
Rating: Occasional, tasteful, adult situations and contextual bad language. However by and large equivalent to the show.
Couples: Tara and Willow forever, that’s all I’m bothered about.
Text convention: Use of italics denotes either special emphasis if used for a single or a few words in a sentence OR first person thoughts if used for a whole sentence.
Notes: There’s a tip of a hat to – at least I think it is – one of the Lethal Weapon films here. Something about a toilet blowing up, as I recall. Anyway… No toilets here, but still a tip. Back before Mel Gibson went insane.
As before we’re still moving back and forth between Tara and Hope though that will become less necessary.
Oh, remember that Diana started a spell in the last part? No? Well, Diana started a spell in the last part. Hold onto that…
Tara
How many valuable seconds had passed while she examined and gently pulled at the spikes that had been driven through Hope’s wrist and forearm?
Thirty? A whole minute? They had to get out of here but she couldn’t bear -
“Tara, all you’re doing is hurting me,” Hope said through a grimace. She’d thought she was being gentle, anyway.
And the blood was still flowing. With the portal open, how much did that matter? Like she could leave Hope like this a moment longer than she had to.
“I’m sorry, honey – but I said - ”
“I know, there’s no easy way so… Just do it. I can’t – I just can’t, but - ”
“You could get hurt worse,” she said. That was what really worried her. Not that she had more than basic first aid training, but it seemed plausible. The hollow spikes were designed to bleed (but hopefully not hold) Hope in place. But if there were barbs? Then they could rip and tear if she pulled on the arm.
But if they’d gone through major blood vessels? If there were those barbs she was worried about that could do the same thing? How did she deal with that?
Hope could easily die.
On the other hand… they all could.
“We’ve got to get out of here, right?” Hope asked, putting her finger on the real problem as she was beginning to look even paler.
Yes, they really did have to get out of here and as soon as possible. Willow, picking up Hope’s increased distress, hadn’t reacted by bolting and trying to hide; instead she was hugging the girl tightly again. Stroking her hair like a child would a big dog. Aping, mimicking what other people had done for her, but connecting that to ouchies.
Almost like she understood.
And maybe she did. Enough for this anyway. She was picking up the hurt and doing what she could about it. It was about as effective as she was being so, kudos.
“This is really going to hurt,” she said. Maybe worse than just hurt.
“Tara, trust me, it already really hurts,” Hope said through gritted teeth.
The good thing, if there was any good in this, was that there was no evidence that the spikes were barbed. She was worried about, inside the arm, but as much as she could see they hadn’t been designed to hold the arm in place; the enclosing band she’d pried away had done that.
Right?
Glory would never have anticipated the need. Right? Not in her moment of triumph and she’d expected to be here, alongside Hope, even if the device hadn’t held her. So – in theory - they were left with just pointed, smooth, metal spikes. They should come out as cleanly as they’d gone in, without doing further damage.
Works in theory unencumbered by medical training.
“Tara, come on! I don’t know how long I can - ”
“This isn’t the time to rush me,” she said, looking at the horrible wound.
“Yes. It is.”
She’s right. I have to do this. There’s no one else.
“Okay. Okay. On three,” she said. “And as I soon as I pull it free we’re wrapping this around it.” She’d gotten Willow’s jacket. Not ideal, but her girlfriend wouldn’t keep it on anyway so it’d have to do as a makeshift bandage. Something to keep dirt out of there.
Not that Glory would’ve made sure the spikes were sterile anyway.
“Right…” She felt Hope tense, which probably wasn’t a good thing.
“Try to relax,” Tara said.
“Oh, sure, I’ll just chill out.” But apparently it did actually help, despite the sarcasm. “Do you mean three, two, one and then go. Or go on one? Three, two, go?”
“Three. Two.” Then as she said ‘two’ she pulled upwards, as perpendicular and with as much force as she could. Hope – obviously – screamed but bit it back as soon as the immediate shock was past, clutching her wounded arm to herself.
“You said on three!” the girl insisted, not giving her access to the arm as she clutched it to herself.
“Sorry, I just thought – look, let me see – let me see it.”
Shock and the momentary betrayal of her deception kept her young friend from doing as she was asked.
“Hope. Let me see it. We have to get it wrapped up.” As Hope surrendered it, she took a quick look at both sides, thankfully that it didn’t seem to have got any worse – horrifying as this was already – and then started to adjust the previous bandage, tightening it around the two holes that were – obviously – welling blood. But the arm had come away cleanly and relatively easily; for all that it had hurt. A lot.
No barbs. Thank goodness.
No spurting blood.
“That’s good enough,” Hope said, pulling one end with her teeth and the other with her free hand. “We need to go.”
“No,” Tara said, wrapping the jacket around it. Trying to tie it with the sleeves, but the fabric just wasn’t going to hold, she could tell. “Are those jeans going to stay up on their own?” Tara asked.
“Huh?”
“Your belt,” she explained.
“Oh – sure, I guess.”
It wasn’t the looks as much as the added awkwardness when they climbed down that she was worried about. One handed, with Willow distracting them that was going to be tough enough. She didn’t need her jeans slipping too.
She started undoing and removing Hope’s belt. “Just so you know, when your sister asks, this isn’t me trying to get into your pants.”
There was an unspoken article of faith there. One that said they’d all live long enough for Faith to rag on them for it.
“And I thought you loved me, uggn,” Hope managed despite the pain. The girl obviously guessed what she was going to do. Tara fashioned a sling for her, just by looping it around her neck and tightening it until it’d hold the arm in an upright position. Elevation, that would slow the bleeding. Right? That was what first aid told her.
It’d keep it immobile too; help it not to get jostled too much. That had to help avoid too much extra pain.
“Better?”
“Better. Let’s go.”
The urgency Hope was expressing matched her rising worry about the magic that – presumably – Diana had been working on. The thing was, it was fluctuating, rising and falling even if it was towards a purpose. The sensation was… strange. Surges of power; barely contained and then it slipped away as if it wasn’t going to do anything at all.
Maybe that was the woman they’d formerly known as a Goddess slipping in and out of consciousness?
And then… Then she knew what the spell was.
Not here – not while we’re up here! We’re in the wrong place!
“Come on!” While she’d been the hesitant one, knowing the trouble that was down there as well as being concerned for Hope, now she all but dragged both Willow and the girl down the ramp even though both complained in their own way. “Hurry!”
If they got to the ground, they’d be okay – as okay as they could be in the middle of a battle between dimensions – but up here they were in danger. From gravity, if nothing else.
Because she understood that ‘up here’ was about to become ‘down there’.
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Hope
“What is it?” she asked Tara, grabbing Willow’s other hand with her good one, keeping her between the two of them. Seemed better that way, easier to keep her under control.
“We have to go, really, really fast,” Tara replied, still dragging both of them such was her haste.
Tara really didn’t need to worry about that. She was completely onboard with getting out of here, even if she didn’t know ‘why’ yet. But Willow wasn’t happy; Willow wasn’t happy at all and was fighting against them.
For once Tara wasn’t pausing to comfort her, not at all.
So it must be bad.
Bright side, I feel… This must be what being high feels like. Right?
Could be the blood loss, but most of it was relief.
Adrenaline. That must – Up there she’d been dying, she’d felt sure she had been, that the loss of blood must’ve –
But now, her heart was pounding and everything was brighter and –
Yeah, it had to be the adrenaline.
“Why” she asked as she almost ran into the back of Tara when her friend came to a sudden halt.
Shoddy workmonkship, she realised. The structure was shaking, no, it was lurching actually. Tara had almost run into a spot that had just collapsed and fallen away in front of them. If they’d been as quick as Tara would’ve liked to have been…
They’d have fallen. Maybe Willow had just saved them from a long fall with her struggles?
Sometimes this being Sunnydale didn’t suck ass quite as badly.
Says the girl with two holes in her wrist.
“Diana – she’s d-doing the Spell of Unmaking,” Tara gasped, pulling them in a new direction. No slowing down either.
“Isn’t that the spell that left you naked?” Hope asked.
She remembered Faith and the others coming over and borrowing her clothes – It’d been kind of memorable which was why her mind went there right away and – Oh…
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Tara explained. “The structure – it’s steel, it’s not natural.”
Yeah.
No… This being Sunnydale still sucked ass.
Naked and dead in a squishy mess…
Great. Just great.
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Tara
The final collapse of the platform started from the ground on up, closest to where Diana was lying. One side of the main superstructure supports simply unmade themselves. Steel was artificial, it didn’t exist in nature and – from what she thought was a safe distance – the two of them (plus Willow who wasn’t interested) watched first the rivets and then the very composition of the metal destroy itself from the inside out.
“Will it work?” Hope asked.
“If we all end up naked, it will have worked too well,” she gasped, out of breath.
“No, I mean - Will it stop the… thing? The portal – you know?”
“I don’t know, honey.”
Evidence suggested not. It wasn’t entirely natural, if anything it was very supernatural. But Slayers and witches hadn’t been dissolved by the spell last year. No, just left naked, embarrassed and victorious.
The portal was a connection between worlds or dimensions or something because the spell seemingly had no effect on it. But the structure that was collapsing must’ve meant something to Glory, or else why have it built? What Diana was aiming to achieve was a mystery…
Now just so long as the spell of unmaking didn’t get out of control. Last time around she’d had Willow to do nothing else but to try to control it. That was nearly a year ago and it’d still nearly gotten away from her. This time there was just Diana and she was hurt, barely conscious by the look of her.
Stronger and more experienced though. Hopefully that would count for something.
That witch had to believe it would achieve something, right? Or was it a last, reflexive reaction?
“Faith!” she cried out as the battle of the Slayers versus the Hell God threatened to intrude into the area already covered by the spell. “No! You’ll end up naked!”
She’d know what that meant, right? It wouldn’t even be her biggest problem if it happened but that wasn’t what the warning was really for. She needed to let the Slayers know what was happening – just in case it would do something to the Portal.
Or to Glory.
It looked like Faith understood too. She flirted with the edge of the spell – subtly visible as a disturbance in the air – and goaded Glory into coming at her. Through and into the spell…
If there was one thing Faith did well, it was goading. She could goad for her country.
While Willow wouldn’t thank her for looking at a – soon to be – naked Hell God, enquiring minds needed to know if there’d be any effect other than Glory being exposed without the benefit of a lab coat to cover up her modesty.
What actually happened shocked everyone who was watching.
First, yes, there was a long instant where Glory was stripped of her clothes which disintegrated. Of more interest was the brief instant in which there appeared to be two people there – not just one – only one of which was Glory. The other was… a man?
And then that was gone too – both of them, in fact. They merged, became one – larger – form.
She’s in her own universe… the spell of unmaking is in the other place too.
It’s unmaking what’s unnatural there…
Which is what’s natural here, in our world.
What they were left facing wasn’t entirely human by any means, even though it had the basic shape and – if human standards applied – it remained noticeably female. But of the skin, the hair and the undeniable beauty, there was no longer any sign.
And Buffy’s dibs on the shoes now meant nothing either. Those were long gone to component elements.
In the woman’s place… a vision of a Hell God that truly fitted the name. Yes, distinctly female – if not ‘feminine’ – but this was no woman. It was a creature, a monster and probably indicative of the dimension that was becoming a part of this one.
Superficially, you could see the connection to the creatures that had come through. A shared heritage in the same way that dogs were mammals right along with humans.
Glory tipped back her head and howled in appreciation of the return of the form she’d once known so well, with the semblance of humanity sloughed away and it’s place…
She was a living weapon.
Fingers tipped with long claws rather than perfectly manicured nails. Tendrils that resembled hair – not exactly coiffed - but twitched like the snakes of a medusa, each as if alive in its own right. Skin that instead of being smooth ran freely with ichor or was that supposed to be blood? Spurs on her elbows and knees and would easily serve as additional weapons. Eyes where the pupils were more slits than round and yet… you could see the eyes of the woman in there too. Unmistakably the same being.
And absolutely naked, though she seemed unconcerned with that and no one was going to be putting her up as a pin up.
No one from this side anyway.
“Ahhh! Free of that… meat.”
The voice was still kind of the same, but different too as if the voice box wasn’t designed for creating the same sounds as it had been.
A terrible vision.
The change didn’t cause Glory to hesitate at all. She walked over to the largely unconscious form of Diana, prompting weakened protest by Callisto who was batted aside like she was nothing. And the life of a woman who’d lived as a goddess herself was ended with a simple twist and a tug…
At once the magic effect of the spell of unmaking faded away before the spine severed. Both simply ceased to be.
Callisto’s mournful howl was matched by another, weaker one somewhere else… Jupiter was still alive then?
And they were part of Diana. Diana was part of them -
“Two witches down, one to go,” Glory said, striding towards her, Hope and Willow now.
Why is she so focused on witches?
Yeah, that’s the question that goes through my mind while she has my Goddess’ head in her hands?
“How’s it going, doughnut glazers,” Faith asked, casually stepping in between them and Glory just as the Hell God started towards them. “Oh, wow, Tara. What did you do? I mean, that’s is one, ugly bitch.”
“No argument there,” Buffy added, joining her. “And, really? Doughnut glazers? Do you think that’s appropriate?”
“Tara’s not bothered. Besides, you know how it works – I mean, you do know how it works, right, B?” Faith asked.
For all that they were entering into the – traditional – Slayer banter, they were both fixated on Glory. Like they were taking a long, deep breath before standing up to her again.
It wasn’t going to be harder and worse this time.
“Yeah, of course I know what you mean.”
“I had to wonder, Angel’s old school and probably didn’t get around to it and I’m not sure Eddie’s - ”
“Eddie’s just fine,” Buffy said. “But do you think – can we focus on that? Her – it? What are we calling it now?”
“Her,” Tara said, backing up with Willow. Hope was still holding Willow’s other hand and she knew what was good for her too.
Or maybe Glory was just coming for her Key? No, the portal was there, it was growing… Enemies weren’t quite ‘flooding’ through, but it wouldn’t be long… This was – still kind of – Sunnydale after all.
Well, not right here, this precise spot was now Sunnyhell. But those rules – at least - probably still applied.
Buffy nodded. “Her, well Faith, you’re lucky. She’s still got breasts so you can make good on your promise.”
Faith grinned. “Ding. Round two.”
The words were like the starting gun and once they were out there, with the Hell God snarling in rage at being mocked – and ignored – Faith launched herself at her and was the first of the two to reach the changed Glory. Buffy wasn’t far behind though but they really were fighting something different now.
You didn’t need to know a lot about fighting – and she didn’t – to see that this was a creature evolved to rule another world – another dimension – and adapted for that purpose. Protected in different ways, perhaps with different vulnerabilities they’d hope to discover but certainly with different strengths. Joints moved differently, further. Glory had never been stiff and immobile, but now she was moving in impossible ways. No yoga practitioner in history had ever been that flexible.
The first elbow that drove back into the upper body of one of the Slayers proved what they were up against, stabbing that spur into Buffy’s muscle and causing her to cry out. Not put off, she put all her effort into driving Glory backwards, working perfectly with Faith as the two swapped sides to allow her to protect that most recent wound a little more easily. Not a word or even a look was exchanged.
The ego and the combativeness was gone – or rather transferred to defeating Glory.
And that was just the start of it, because even though there were other battles raging around them – Olaf and Kassia in the lead on battling what was coming through the portal – this was quickly becoming the centrepiece. Even though she knew she should get Willow and Hope away from it (further away at least), she couldn’t take her eyes from what was happening and Hope didn’t seem keen to run either.
Then there was the fact; she needed to be nearby. Just in case.
There’ll only be a moment, maybe, to stop them…
Then there was the truth. If Faith or Buffy fell, let alone both of them, then it wouldn’t matter if she was right here or a mile away. Glory would come for them anyway.
She wanted the third witch out of the way.
All three of the warriors were grunting with the effort by now, this had been going on much longer than any fight she’d ever seen a Slayer get involved in. Longer, certainly, than when they’d pulled the factory down on Glory’s head. Luckily they’d only taken – seemingly – minor wounds in passing. The natural weaponry across Glory’s body making fighting her a very different prospect.
Despite those changed risks, Buffy and Faith were actually doing better than they had in the factory. Because the two Slayers were working together, properly.
But for all that they were doing well, staying alive and keeping Glory off balance. They weren’t wounding her, making her bleed or breaking anything. In fact, the next moment the Hell God was seemingly revitalised, made stronger. Her movements got faster and the next blow she landed against Faith sent the Slayer hurtling backwards into the pile of dust that represented what was left of the platform, reduced to its component materials. Degraded beyond even being flecks of rust.
She glanced over at Faith who was clutching her shoulder where she’d been struck and then getting to her feet, intent on charging back into it.
“My realm, my rules,” Glory hissed in triumph at Buffy. Or maybe to all of them. Maybe she just wanted to show off… That’d be like her.
It could be important though - she’d been handicapped before by being in their world? That wasn’t good news. But worse was what she’d said, the Hell Dimension was unfolding around them, taking over the space that this world occupied. And the physical laws seemingly came right over with her.
“Draw her out,” she shouted to them.
“Wow, T, ya think that’s what we should do?” Faith shouted back as she got to her feet. “Great fucking insight.”
“Just trying to help,” Tara told them apologetically.
Glory had been invincible in her own realm, that was why the other two Hell God’s were supposed to have exiled her, because even they couldn’t destroy her. So… being in that – growing – space where the Hell Dimension was unfurling into their world meant that Glory became invulnerable?
No… because Faith and Buffy were still fighting her, even though they were landing fewer punches and kicks and receiving rather more in return than they had been – fortunately dodged rather than landed.
But… they did have to get her out of that other place and back into their world. That was the entire crux of the plan to defeat her. Wasn’t it? The how wasn’t something she precisely understood. Nor the why. But it required belief and… not just theirs as they’d said back in the Magic Box.
That couldn’t happen in her place… right? It’d definitely be harder… Glory might even have truly Godlike powers over there. Impossible things that they couldn’t counter or fight. Maybe she just hadn’t gotten around to them. Probably out of practice after so long.
“Get Hope out of here,” Faith shouted to her as she got back into the fight.
Why? Where was safe? Nowhere… All they’d be doing was trading a little time. Glory had hunted them down before, so that wasn’t what they needed to do – much as they all wanted to keep Hope safe. She knew what needed to happen.
“Get her into our world,” she said. “Seriously…”
“Okay, but - ” Faith dodged. “The bitch is hitting harder now.”
And Glory could hear and understand them too.
Both Faith and Buffy were taking real punishment and you could almost see that Glory was gaining something from it. Growing, getting stronger. At one moment, with Buffy stunned by a devastating upwards punch to the chin that collapsed her like she was made of sand, it looked like it could all be – But Faith stepped in, deflected the follow up and undoubtedly saved her counterparts life, taking a punch herself for her trouble. Faith had the presence of mind to trip Glory as she went down. The more that they despaired the stronger it was…
Despair. That was what they needed. Just not theirs. And that couldn’t happen over there.
“Olaf!” The troll looked over to her from where he was pounding the skull of another of the miniature dragons. He was covered in blood – some of it his own – and… well, pieces and parts too. Some of them – some of them you wouldn’t have thought you could get to with a hammer. As for the hammer? Least said about that the better. How he kept a grip on it, she had no idea.
“Glory,” she said as he loped over, also weary from his efforts now. He and Kassia were necessarily leading the line against everything else and the succubus was a weary mess. No seduction for her… The horniest teenage boy would run a mile at the sheer sight of her. “We need Glory in this side.”
He looked then nodded, understanding what she wanted. “Now?”
“Give me a minute…”
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As plans went, this had been thrown together in a matter of moments… Probably not a good thing, right? But what was that saying? Plans never survived contact with the enemy?
There’d been a lot of contact and their original one had definitely fallen by the wayside.
Everything was set though and they’d have exactly one chance at this. Maybe not even that. Faith and Buffy were each bleeding from five or six different – thankfully minor - wounds and with Olaf hanging back ready to help on her command that had left the others - Xander, Giles and co - fighting the remaining minions and creatures from the other side with the help of the nuns and some of the Wicca Group. Kassia was – there was no sign of her right now, she’d lost track of the Succubus just after summoning Olaf.
There were a lot less defenders than she remembered there being when they started…
That wasn’t going too well either. People were really getting hurt – or worse. Maybe they already had. Some people had actually died.
But they were fighting to stop it being everyone.
“Now…” she said to herself but no one else.
She was holding Hope and Willow’s hands as she stood there, but mentally she’d linked herself to the circle. Even though Diana was gone, the Wicca Group members were far enough out that they didn’t have to worry too much about what was emerging from the portal.
Yet.
That meant the circle was still intact and because of that she’d been able to communicate her wishes to them – mostly. It wasn’t exactly like having a conversation, but she thought they got the idea. If any of them would’ve balked at the notion of what they were about to attempt then the vision of Hell, unfurling into their world must’ve put paid to it.
This wasn’t good magic, no… not at all. Not that it was black either. No, you could use the spell for good things too; it was all about the intent.
The intent was good, but the practice was… bad.
She’d worry about the ethics later… “Now,” she repeated.
At her command – the instruction emphasised by the whole Wicca group, running around the circle and all those inside it - everyone who wasn’t in a fight to the death turned on Glory at the same exact time. Bolts and arrows that had been held back were loosed on the twisting, dodging visage of the ruler of the new dimension. Rather than catching or deflecting them all, some struck and one or two sank into the armoured flesh.
Sure, they were inconveniences rather than mortal wounds, apparently in that dimension Glory could be wounded, if not killed. Which probably meant that Olaf’s next action was going to be rather more than merely an inconvenience.
Not a fatal blow, but almost certainly effective. Right?
Blindsiding Glory, Olaf spun most of the way around a swung his hammer like an Olympic competitor but at head height. Glory whipped her head around just as it was about to strike and so it took her full in the face, throwing her backwards in defiance of the physical laws of either dimension.
But importantly throwing her back into their world.
The massed attack continued then with Olaf landing three more blows with the hammer, including one more to the head, and Buffy and Faith weighing in while more arrows flew in. The danger of accidentally hitting one of the Slayers must’ve been significant, but – miraculously – it didn’t happen.
And that was when the Wicca Group flexed its collective muscle. Willow might’ve been better at this, but she could feel her lover’s strength was added to the mix simply because she was holding Willow’s hand and she had innate ability and power. They were drawing on her strength too, a kind of violation of ethics but she knew she’d never have kept Willow out of this if she’d been herself.
More to the point, this wasn’t the time to let her go and break physical contact.
The collective will of the group flowed through her and – eyes fixed on the creature that had been Glory – she channelled their will into Glory.
Their strength. But her eyes on the target.
The magic was a simple spell, one that – usually – was used to promote calm and reduce tension. A development of the meditation they’d all practised at Diana’s bidding. But, twisted a little, it could – she knew – be used to enhance other emotions. Pleasure, for example. Some people thought it had been at the root of a few of the stories of debauchery that witches had sometimes been accused of.
You know, if you weren’t just assuming misogyny as the motive for those stories.
But this time it was nothing like that… This time what they were transmitting was pure despair.
Could it work? They knew that Glory could be affected by magic; they’d given themselves nosebleeds and splitting headaches to do just that. And Diana – a powerful witch – had deigned to fight her when no one else really would. With magic…
Glory even seemed to be more afraid of Witches than anything else.
This though?
This was every negative emotion that the members of the Wicca Group could muster. Which was considerable. They were trying to link it to Glory’s own doubt; there must’ve been some, that she could never get home. A black tide sweeping over her and she was having to lock herself away from it as much as she could – just being the conduit. Trying not to let it devastate her.
She maintained herself - separate from that mass – largely through her connection to Willow, to Hope and watching her friends risk their lives, otherwise it could’ve driven her – just as the conduit – to… well, anything.
Glory was a Hell God, queen of a dimension and inflictor of any number of terrible tortures over millions of years. There was more black on what passed for her soul than any mortal could ever have accumulated, but all the same this was enormous and it had to have been absolutely unexpected. Hitting, stabbing and crushing her head with a hammer wouldn’t do anything; she knew that she couldn’t be defeated that way.
But this was something different. All they needed was a flicker from her.
The attacks from Olaf and the Slayers continued while she continued to pour the negative emotions into Glory. If she realised what was being done, she gave no sign but then there was a moment, she saw it in what passed for a face after Olaf had smashed it and it was reforming...
Yes, it may have been just a flicker but it was there and it was all that was needed.
She wasn’t only one to detect it either, because Faith gave a cry of triumph.
That was what they’d needed.
But why?
And now what?
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If I wanted a little pussy, I've got my own to play with.
Chance in *Chance*
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