A Slayer's Tale
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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
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Adult +
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10
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3,243
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3
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Currently Reading:
1
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CHAPTER 9
FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T GUESSED, YES THIS IS A HELLRAISER CROSSOVER
Enjoy folks. :)
.--
Rupert turned the book back around and began to read from the two hundred year old, personal journal of a former Watcher.
**
Entry 427
The legend of the creature called Acolistes intrigues me to no end. I am recording it here in the interest of completeness, even though I have no idea as to the truth behind the story. However I can only believe that any legend must have at least some basis in fact. Therefore these words may prove useful to some future generation.
~
Long ago, when the earth was first formed, the Lord of Darkness grieved to the Creator. He approached heaven vehemently, armed with a horrible demand.
“Are you not happy Prince of Darkness? Lord of Flies?” the Creator asked. “I have made and entire world for you to prey on.”
“No.” the Dark Prince spat. “You have created children for yourself! Children who will either hate or love you, as a father! How is that fair to me? I have no children! First you cast me out of Heaven and now you expect me to exist alone? Without Acolytes of my own?”
“Dark One, you know that you cannot create. You may only pervert. What do you expect me to do? Create, for you, a human life then hand it to you? Why would I do such a thing?”
The Devil pointed an accusing finger at the Almighty. “When I served in your guard, the one thing you always stressed above all was justice andanceance. Are you being just to me, denying me my own child?”
The debate continued that way for 666 years. Finally the Creator acquiesced. However, what He created for the Dark One was not human for He could not bear to see one of humanity be perverted by the Devil’s hand. It was a life, yes. But, it was a dark thing. Soulless, like the being that would be its so-called ‘father’.
Happily the ruler of the Hell dimensions accepted his prize, taking the being under his watchful gaze and raising him in the ways and order of Hell. The Devil’s right hand, Satan’s Acolyte.
Acolistes.
~
Watcher’s note- Supposedly the things that he taught the young creature are too horrifying to have been recorded in any tale. However, I can only imagine the things that must have been imparted to this mythical being. If he or it does actually exist, that is.
**
Entry 513
Recently, I have acquired a unique and strange item. Even more odd, is the story that came attached to it. For any and all readers of this text in the future, for whatever reason, refer back to my previous entry number 427. The legend of the creature Acolistes.
This story behind this item and the previous legend are strangely connected. The person that I received the box from was a nefarious fellow, who reeked of alcohol and urine. But the story he weaved held me fixated till its end.
This creation, a black and gold lacquered box, was supposedly created by a toy maker in France name Philippe LeMarchande’. Commissioned by an aristocrat named Galil, reputed as a master occultist, the box was designed to be a nearly impenetrable puzzle.
LeMarchande labored on the device for months. It was to be his greatest achievement, which would gain him renown and catapult him into the most famous crafter of wood and metal intricacies in all of France. However, he had no idea what his labors were producing. When he delivered the box to his commission, he was paid handsomely and lavished with praise. Later though, after LeMarchande had gone, the dark empowering ritual had been cast upon the small device imbuing it with power
The schematic that the toy maker had been given to build from was actually an ancient and evil design, intended to tear a rift between the world of the living and the dimensions of Hell. Not a permanent rift, mind you, but a hole just large enough to draw out Hell’s first son.
It was the first time I had heard the name Acolistes in many months, and I have no doubt now that it was no coincidence that this device fell into my hands. The horrid smelling man who had told me the story had only wanted a few pence for it. Probably to buy another round of whatever it was he had been imbibing last evening.
I was eager to purchase it, for more than one reason. First, it was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, a prize to behold. The second, if the legend behind the device were true, it would best be kept away from prying hands of those who would unknowingly trigger such a device. It’s best given to the Council, which I will do tomorrow.
Though I am no longer a Watcher, I still hold to the mission.
~
Entry 514
I have not ventured to see the Council. The more I stare at the box upon my desk, the more I realize that I am the only one who can keep it safe. The Council only knows how to spew rhetoric. The Watchers and Slayers are the ones who actually wage the war against darkness.
Besides, just looking at the box which sits upon my desk now, I can’t believe that such a beautiful work of art could possibly hold anything evil. I will sketch a copy of each of its sides following this entry. Just for reference of course.
~
Entry 515
When I look at it I cannot help but hold it, my fingers running delicately over its perfectly crafted sides.
I’ve not eaten for a few days. No need.
Need to study but haven’t. My thoughts are scattered most times. Except when I hold it.
My senses are alive with acuity. Sometimes when I work at the box, I can almost feel the collision of dust against my skin.
~
One of my few moments of clarity.
It’s taking me over, entrancing me. I need to get rid of the damnable thing, but everytime I touch it the flurry of sensation assaults me and dims my mind. For those who come after me, do not touch the damned thing!
Oh my..reaching for it again. Oh such pretty music is coming from it.
**
Rupert closed the book.
“That’s the last entry.” He hesitated slightly before continuing. “The diagram that was drawn here, is clearly what you’ve found.”
They were all silent for a long while. Finally, Elizabeth broke the silence.
“So..there is the story. Then there is the box and the demon. Just tell me how we can fight it. Can it be killed?”
Her Watcher shook his head. “I’m not sure that it can. Not anything that has been noted here has any reference to means of destruction. My thoughts would be leaning toward banishing. I don’t know if such a being is capable of being destroyed, entirely.”
The blonde sighed, her heart still beating a bit fast. But she was fighting the ominous feeling that was in her mind. The adrenaline rush of confronting the beast gone, her mind was beginning to clear.
“So then, how would such a thing be banished?” Faith spoke up, finally. She had been sitting in a chair, knees drawn up to her chest, letting everything sink in.
Looking over, Rupert answered. “I don’t rightly know. But I’m sure it must have something to do with the summoning device.”
He was loathe to touch it, considering what he had just read. The last bloke who tried, ended up tied into it, until it was too late. But still, tenaciously, he picked it up and placed it into his lock box. Out of sight, out of mind the saying goes. “I’ll look into it more thoroughly. Don’t worry now. I know this may be hard on you dear, but you must get ready for the cotillion tonight, Elizabeth.”
The noblewoman shook her head. “I can’t. Not tonight Rupert.”
“You know how important it is to keep up proper appearances, Elizabeth. Being the Slayer is not your only duty.”
She sighed defiantly. “Fine. But I’m taking Faith with me.”
“Huh?” Faith said, now wide eyed.
With that Elizabeth took the younger girl’s hand and led her out of the room to get ready. She’d find something beautiful for both of them to wear, most definitely.
--
The first thing that Faith thought, was that the room they had entered was incredible. She was in awe of the music, lighting, and decoration. As the double doors had opened, the entire experience flooded into her.
Oh my, she thought. This is going to be a long night.
TBC
Enjoy folks. :)
.--
Rupert turned the book back around and began to read from the two hundred year old, personal journal of a former Watcher.
**
Entry 427
The legend of the creature called Acolistes intrigues me to no end. I am recording it here in the interest of completeness, even though I have no idea as to the truth behind the story. However I can only believe that any legend must have at least some basis in fact. Therefore these words may prove useful to some future generation.
~
Long ago, when the earth was first formed, the Lord of Darkness grieved to the Creator. He approached heaven vehemently, armed with a horrible demand.
“Are you not happy Prince of Darkness? Lord of Flies?” the Creator asked. “I have made and entire world for you to prey on.”
“No.” the Dark Prince spat. “You have created children for yourself! Children who will either hate or love you, as a father! How is that fair to me? I have no children! First you cast me out of Heaven and now you expect me to exist alone? Without Acolytes of my own?”
“Dark One, you know that you cannot create. You may only pervert. What do you expect me to do? Create, for you, a human life then hand it to you? Why would I do such a thing?”
The Devil pointed an accusing finger at the Almighty. “When I served in your guard, the one thing you always stressed above all was justice andanceance. Are you being just to me, denying me my own child?”
The debate continued that way for 666 years. Finally the Creator acquiesced. However, what He created for the Dark One was not human for He could not bear to see one of humanity be perverted by the Devil’s hand. It was a life, yes. But, it was a dark thing. Soulless, like the being that would be its so-called ‘father’.
Happily the ruler of the Hell dimensions accepted his prize, taking the being under his watchful gaze and raising him in the ways and order of Hell. The Devil’s right hand, Satan’s Acolyte.
Acolistes.
~
Watcher’s note- Supposedly the things that he taught the young creature are too horrifying to have been recorded in any tale. However, I can only imagine the things that must have been imparted to this mythical being. If he or it does actually exist, that is.
**
Entry 513
Recently, I have acquired a unique and strange item. Even more odd, is the story that came attached to it. For any and all readers of this text in the future, for whatever reason, refer back to my previous entry number 427. The legend of the creature Acolistes.
This story behind this item and the previous legend are strangely connected. The person that I received the box from was a nefarious fellow, who reeked of alcohol and urine. But the story he weaved held me fixated till its end.
This creation, a black and gold lacquered box, was supposedly created by a toy maker in France name Philippe LeMarchande’. Commissioned by an aristocrat named Galil, reputed as a master occultist, the box was designed to be a nearly impenetrable puzzle.
LeMarchande labored on the device for months. It was to be his greatest achievement, which would gain him renown and catapult him into the most famous crafter of wood and metal intricacies in all of France. However, he had no idea what his labors were producing. When he delivered the box to his commission, he was paid handsomely and lavished with praise. Later though, after LeMarchande had gone, the dark empowering ritual had been cast upon the small device imbuing it with power
The schematic that the toy maker had been given to build from was actually an ancient and evil design, intended to tear a rift between the world of the living and the dimensions of Hell. Not a permanent rift, mind you, but a hole just large enough to draw out Hell’s first son.
It was the first time I had heard the name Acolistes in many months, and I have no doubt now that it was no coincidence that this device fell into my hands. The horrid smelling man who had told me the story had only wanted a few pence for it. Probably to buy another round of whatever it was he had been imbibing last evening.
I was eager to purchase it, for more than one reason. First, it was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, a prize to behold. The second, if the legend behind the device were true, it would best be kept away from prying hands of those who would unknowingly trigger such a device. It’s best given to the Council, which I will do tomorrow.
Though I am no longer a Watcher, I still hold to the mission.
~
Entry 514
I have not ventured to see the Council. The more I stare at the box upon my desk, the more I realize that I am the only one who can keep it safe. The Council only knows how to spew rhetoric. The Watchers and Slayers are the ones who actually wage the war against darkness.
Besides, just looking at the box which sits upon my desk now, I can’t believe that such a beautiful work of art could possibly hold anything evil. I will sketch a copy of each of its sides following this entry. Just for reference of course.
~
Entry 515
When I look at it I cannot help but hold it, my fingers running delicately over its perfectly crafted sides.
I’ve not eaten for a few days. No need.
Need to study but haven’t. My thoughts are scattered most times. Except when I hold it.
My senses are alive with acuity. Sometimes when I work at the box, I can almost feel the collision of dust against my skin.
~
One of my few moments of clarity.
It’s taking me over, entrancing me. I need to get rid of the damnable thing, but everytime I touch it the flurry of sensation assaults me and dims my mind. For those who come after me, do not touch the damned thing!
Oh my..reaching for it again. Oh such pretty music is coming from it.
**
Rupert closed the book.
“That’s the last entry.” He hesitated slightly before continuing. “The diagram that was drawn here, is clearly what you’ve found.”
They were all silent for a long while. Finally, Elizabeth broke the silence.
“So..there is the story. Then there is the box and the demon. Just tell me how we can fight it. Can it be killed?”
Her Watcher shook his head. “I’m not sure that it can. Not anything that has been noted here has any reference to means of destruction. My thoughts would be leaning toward banishing. I don’t know if such a being is capable of being destroyed, entirely.”
The blonde sighed, her heart still beating a bit fast. But she was fighting the ominous feeling that was in her mind. The adrenaline rush of confronting the beast gone, her mind was beginning to clear.
“So then, how would such a thing be banished?” Faith spoke up, finally. She had been sitting in a chair, knees drawn up to her chest, letting everything sink in.
Looking over, Rupert answered. “I don’t rightly know. But I’m sure it must have something to do with the summoning device.”
He was loathe to touch it, considering what he had just read. The last bloke who tried, ended up tied into it, until it was too late. But still, tenaciously, he picked it up and placed it into his lock box. Out of sight, out of mind the saying goes. “I’ll look into it more thoroughly. Don’t worry now. I know this may be hard on you dear, but you must get ready for the cotillion tonight, Elizabeth.”
The noblewoman shook her head. “I can’t. Not tonight Rupert.”
“You know how important it is to keep up proper appearances, Elizabeth. Being the Slayer is not your only duty.”
She sighed defiantly. “Fine. But I’m taking Faith with me.”
“Huh?” Faith said, now wide eyed.
With that Elizabeth took the younger girl’s hand and led her out of the room to get ready. She’d find something beautiful for both of them to wear, most definitely.
--
The first thing that Faith thought, was that the room they had entered was incredible. She was in awe of the music, lighting, and decoration. As the double doors had opened, the entire experience flooded into her.
Oh my, she thought. This is going to be a long night.
TBC