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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 6, 2008 17:24:03 GMT -5
The harsh reality is, once you play with fire, there is no turning back.
Magic is the existence of time and power. It eats at you until there is nothing left. It is a century old, raw with cackling power just waiting for the right moment to be revealed.
Magic is both black and white. Elemental. Dawn of time. Stinging.
There is both good and back, evil and pure.
But today, Spike is right. Magic has unlimited consequences and unspeakable actions.
The culprit is Willow, the smart egotistical witch who had somehow found the Urn of Osiris to bring back the dead.
Magic is fear itself.
She used its spell to call upon the heavens. To reach into unaccessable places. Only the gods themselves can touch that realm. Oh the possibilities are endless...........
Evil and selfish and dark.
Can only spell disaster for the wise and unwicked.
Brainless stupid Willow.
Power is about corruption you fool!
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 6, 2008 17:35:50 GMT -5
Red hair blew against the wind as eyes turned black as coal. The girl was long gone, replaced by something evil. A female part of the devil.
"Entrantress, I call forth thee. Asmen tis domen! Open this portal, I say!!!!!!!!!!!"
The witch had opened up a portal and someone was brought before her.
Buffy gasped in recognition as she pleaded and begged for her NOT to complete the spell.
Buffy: No, you don't understand what you are about to do!
But the witch really wasn't all that there anymore. She reached for her brown pouch and rotated her fingers inside, finally pulling out a sea green stone. The stone glowed brightly in the dim room. She chanted some other weird language before placing the stone in the middle of a circle.
"Tasme inspectro!"
A blinding green energy surrounded the confused slayer, lifting her high into the air.
With a wave of her hand, Willow knocked her out.
"Tosmania!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A minute later and Buffy began to thrash in the air, her arms flailing in all directions.
"Disme!"
"Release!!!!!!!!!!!"
The bones in Buffy's face crunched and began to take shape of a demon's.
"Oh goddess, the spell!"
Arrogant stupid little runt, you f*cked up your own spell!
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 6, 2008 17:41:45 GMT -5
Willow wasn't expecting this to happen.
"Oh goddess, I made her into something she's going to hate me for!"
In Buffy's mind, that is all she wants to do. To focus that hate into bringing her back to life.
From bright and happy, she's dark and lonely.
The creature in front of her is no longer an ally. Her demon rejoiced at that thought. The perfect thought of revenge.
The soul was silenced.
The heart felt betrayed.
'I'm going to make you hurt Willow, I swear to god I'm going to make you hurt!'
Evil conniving little bitch is going to die.
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