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*****
Ever since Angel died, we’ve been looking for a way to take down the Senior partners. There’s a spell...
...can’t be killed, but they can be contained, trapped in a pocket dimension...
...sure to be retribution, an army sent to stop them, just as before…but this time, we’ll be ready for them...
There’s a ritual. A ceremonial rite, which only a Slayer can perform, appealing to all the Slayers who’ve been called before her, asking for their help. If the ritual succeeds - if the Slayer is judged worthy - the spirits of past Slayers, all of them, will merge with hers, giving her all their knowledge and power. It should give one Slayer all the power she’ll need to fight and Slay anything that comes. It’s a dangerous ritual, and you might not survive, but it's our only chance. What we need to decide is who...
I’ll do it.
******
The ritual worked.
Just not in the way she was expecting.
The ritual was designed to put the spirits of past Slayers into the body of the living Slayer - but there’s lots of living Slayers, right now.
And all over the world, girls and woman are collapsing, convulsing, unable to stop screaming.
Most of them have no idea why.
***
When the convulsions stop, they understand what’s happened.
They are many, but they are one. It’s like being Borg, one of them thinks, though it’s impossible to say which. Resistance is futile.
But then, they’re Slayers. That’s always been true.
They rise, as one, united by the purpose they share, and head for the door, pausing only briefly to yield to the prodding of some of the more prudish They who insist on not being naked in front of a room full of men.
Granted, the bathrobe doesn’t cover much, but it’s better than nothing.
Ever since Angel died, we’ve been looking for a way to take down the Senior partners. There’s a spell...
...can’t be killed, but they can be contained, trapped in a pocket dimension...
...sure to be retribution, an army sent to stop them, just as before…but this time, we’ll be ready for them...
There’s a ritual. A ceremonial rite, which only a Slayer can perform, appealing to all the Slayers who’ve been called before her, asking for their help. If the ritual succeeds - if the Slayer is judged worthy - the spirits of past Slayers, all of them, will merge with hers, giving her all their knowledge and power. It should give one Slayer all the power she’ll need to fight and Slay anything that comes. It’s a dangerous ritual, and you might not survive, but it's our only chance. What we need to decide is who...
I’ll do it.
******
The ritual worked.
Just not in the way she was expecting.
The ritual was designed to put the spirits of past Slayers into the body of the living Slayer - but there’s lots of living Slayers, right now.
And all over the world, girls and woman are collapsing, convulsing, unable to stop screaming.
Most of them have no idea why.
***
When the convulsions stop, they understand what’s happened.
They are many, but they are one. It’s like being Borg, one of them thinks, though it’s impossible to say which. Resistance is futile.
But then, they’re Slayers. That’s always been true.
They rise, as one, united by the purpose they share, and head for the door, pausing only briefly to yield to the prodding of some of the more prudish They who insist on not being naked in front of a room full of men.
Granted, the bathrobe doesn’t cover much, but it’s better than nothing.