Dear BuffyBarring some unforseen calamity, I shall be returning to Sunnydale on Saturday evening ( Read more... )

Dear BuffyI hope this letter finds you in good health. I've not heard of any mystical disturbances or apocalyptic cataclysms since my arrival in England, so I trust the Hellmouth has been quiet of late ( Read more... )

The past few weeks are nothing but a dark blur.

I have a vague awareness of what has happened, of what I've done -- or rather, what the demon C'lsan'ss had done while in possession of my body. I remember feeling trapped, as if I was watching something horrible but was unable to stop it.

Buffy and the others have filled in the gaps in my memory ( Read more... )

The pieces are in place now ( Read more... )

I have come to a realization.

Once I am free and darkness blankets the earth, my power will be unmatched. However, there will still be resistance from the cattle.

Therefore, I need an army, suited for the dark.

I can see within the mind of Rupert Giles that this city is a haven for creatures of darkness, even given the presence of the Slayer. ( Read more... )

The rise of C'lsan'ss is close at hand ( Read more... )

There is truly no one who can stand before the power of C'lsan'ss.

The Giles shell continues to fight me. Irritating, yet insignificant. His will is no match for mine.

Those who have opposed me directly thus far have met with defeat, as it has been written ( Read more... )

It amuses me how stubborn the cattle can be. How they believe they can resist the will of C'lsan'ss.

After two nights of searching this city, I discovered where the artifacts I had sensed were kept. The building that housed them was garish in its design, adorned with pictures of the cattle wearing strange outfits.

I found the artifacts' ( Read more... )

There is power in this city. I can sense it ( Read more... )

Ignorant cattle ( Read more... )