Punished

Angelus snapped the neck of the young man he had just drained dry and let the body fall to the ground. For Angelus, making a fledgling was something special, spiritual. You didn’t just turn anyone. So he always made sure to kill his prey. He wiped the blood off his mouth and that’s when the earth beneath his feet started to shake. Car alarms went off. He could hear concrete breaking apart. He ran around the corner and stopped as something rose from out of the cracked concrete street. A nine foot tall daemon. Long horns were sticking out of its head, almost goat like. Its skin looked like burnt lava. Its eyes glowed an orange yellow. Its feet were cloven hoofs. It had a fifteen inch long, four and a half inch thick cock, making it one of the largest Angelus had ever seen. The monster had thick, rippling muscles all over its body and long black claws at the end of its fingers. When Angelus looked into its face, he recognized it. It wasn’t a daemon, it was the hell god Xenocles.

Xenocles looked at him. “Dog Warrior, where is the Slayer? It is time for me to mate. The prophesy of Althor is at hand.”

“You’re alittle late, LavaBoy. The Slayer is mine.” Angelus backed away slowly. He wasn’t afraid of Xenocles, but he didn’t have any weapons with him and he knew he couldn’t take him like this. 

Xenocles was much faster. In one swift move, he had Angelus by the throat, easily lifting him off the ground. “You dare defy me?” He threw Angelus at a brick building wall so hard that he actually went through the brick, landing unconscious inside the building. “I want my Slayer!” Xenocles stomped away down the street in search of Buffy.