Andorra herself had a chance to hunt a phantom known as the “First”. She incinerated it along with the planet Jupiter. Her personal score was now over one billion. This made her a major player on the big playground. Andorra took a long pull on the five liter stein of Predator beer. It was cold the way she liked it. She wiped the foam from her lips as three of her brothers walked up to her. She knew it was about family business. It was always about family business.
“We need you to return to the cursed place.” The tallest of her brothers said. Andorra tilted her head to the side.
“Why?” She asked.
“To retrieve the flagship.” Her brother said. Andorra was puzzled. The “Ariel Strike” was destroyed along with Jupiter. Besides the “Ariel Strike” was under the command of her brother Mortok.
“Let Mortok get it.” Andorra said.
“Can’t. He’s off somewhere hunting.” Andorra rolled her eyes. That guy never stopped hunting for a second. He was hardcore.
“Besides, you are fleet admiral. The fleet is your responsibility.” Her brother said.
“Fine.” Said Andorra. Her brothers stood there looking at her. “After I finish my beer.” She said.
As Buffy walked down the stairs to meet Willow’s family her mind was drawn to a dream she had last night. In it she saw the Earth on fire. Huge strips of matter was torn from the planet and sucked into a strange black portal. This was a prophecy dream. It had that feel of ultra reality. In her dream a thick voice said over and over. Messiah rising.
She shook off the goose bumps that crawled along her skin as she sat in a chair and focused on the sad task before her.
2. chapter 2
Los Angeles was a mess.
Weeks ago fire fell out of the sky. Mortok, a Yautja predator hunting the senior partners had attacked the Wolfram and Hart building with a collimated beam of anti-protons. He wanted the white room. His strategy was to create a blind panic then sneak into the building in all the confusion. It worked. The Predator was able to access the white room and kill the Senior Partners.
Mortok had left the city a burning hellscape. Thousands had died in the blast wave that leveled every structure to the horizon. A burst of infrared and gamma radiation illuminated the city in a brief microsecond glow. People were getting sick. People were dying of radiation poisoning the likes of which had not been seen since an atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima.
The city was a hellscape yet in the mist of it stood the shiny bright and new Wolfram and Hart building. Overnight the building had been restored to a nearly new state by its magics. It stood in the mist of the rubble and destruction like an obscene temple to forces that ignored the destruction all around it. More than one eyebrow was raised at the mention of the Wolfram and Hart building being restored so quickly. There was no one to actually say that the restored Wolfram and Hart building was unnatural. Anyone that had seen the building attacked by Mortok was dead.
Angel sat at his desk. He looked out of his office window at the devastation below. The special glass provided by the Senior Partners protected him from the killing sun. This was one of the minor miracles provided by the Senior Partners. Of course now the Senior Partners were dead.
Gunn walked into his office.
“It’s gone.” Gunn said to Angel. His face held a shadow of fear. “The conduit to the Senior Partners is just gone.” Angel looked at him. This was way above his pay grade.
“Hey boss, you want to hear some bad news?” Gunn asked sarcastically. Angel looked at him with an arched eyebrow. They both understood that things were pretty bad already.
“As bad as the Senior Partners were, at least they kept the riff raft in line.” Gunn said. “With them gone it’s chaos out there.” Gunn thought about what he had said. “Well, it’smore chaos out there. Every two bit demon with a dream is lining up to take a run at us. Without our evil overlords we look weak.”
“We can handle them.” Angel said. He had no time to think about the thousands of fleas nipping at his heels. He had only one major concern.
“Any sign of her?” Angel asked. Gunn nodded his head in the negative. The one demon they wanted to find was missing.
“Mesektet has become invisible. “ Gunn said. “She does not want to be found.” They both understood. When Mesektet showed herself again she would be bringing trouble with her. Angel looked out of his office window. The distant light of blood red fires still lit the city, still burned in the distant corners of Los Angeles. The devastation changed everything. There was uncertainty in both the demon and Human world. He could feel the future weighing down on him. He knew a war was coming.
Giles was in the kitchen loading the snacks. Buffy sat in the living room of the Summer’s home with the parents of Willow Rosenberg. She was explaining to them the strange life her daughter had led. Giles did not envy her. He had witnessed the horrific attack on Willow. Buffy had torn her apart with her nails and teeth. He could still hear her screams when he thought about it. Giles wanted to keep the details of Willow’s death secret but Buffy felt she needed to come clean. She refused to carry the guilt of murdering her best friend and the guilt of lying to Willow’s grieving parents.
Dawn sat in the chair next to her sister. She was there for moral support. She didn’t care that Buffy had uncreated her then used her as a weapon against an alien fleet. Weaponizing Dawn gave Hive the power to tear open space itself and force a million ship fleet to retreat in fear.