2017.03.31 - Angelus Joins the Party

Mystery,
Players
Willow Rosenberg Drusilla Angel
NPCs
More Willow Clones - Lust, Sloth, Pride, Gluttony, Envy, and Avarice
Artifacts
Two copies of the Tome of Dark Magics that created the duplicates, one from Angel Investigations and the other from Grand Coven
Factions
Angel Investigations
Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Px1rfFz42I

Willow's Anger tries to add to her army by making a duplicate of Angel that embodies all that is Angelus. Mayhem ensues, as should be expected whenever Angelus comes to play.

03.30.2017 Just after Sunset
San Francisco, a large Spanish Rancher in the Mission area.

Since breaking out onto her own on Saturday night, Willow's Anger has been very busy. Tricking Cheerfulness into handing her Rowanwood's copy of the same tome that created the duplicates was difficult, but worth it. Getting hersef a wardrobe fitting for a Big Bad such as herself. Finding a place for herself to become her base of operations. Really, taking over the world is really hard work and it seems only Drusilla really understands just how much effort she is putting in here!

The house that Anger has claimed as her own is quite nice. And really, the senior couple that were living in it were letting all the space go to waste. Willow has cast a spell to control the minds of the couple, making them into her servants. While she doesn't mind killing, it's easier if the couple are still seen as living in the house. Willow waits for the sun to set so she and Dru can go out and have a bit of fun, walking the grounds of the Spanish rancher style home.

Drusilla is awake as soon as the sun sets, always the early riser. Mr. Rabbit is in her arms, newly sewn back together, sans the ears, "Mr. Rabbit look at this.. so much room for you to run.. away." She drops the rabbit doll onto the ground and follows Anger closely towards the house, "I still don't trust Mr. Rabbit.. his words still sting.. tsssss.." She elaborates the hissing sound, "I wonder.. Not Willow.. is there a Not Father too? A Not Angelus?"

Not Willow links arms with Dru. The two make a very pretty picture, having done a bit of 'shopping' for clothing that is more suitable to Anger's tastes. "I have been wondering that myself, Dru. I am wondering if just *maybe* the spell that made me could be used to create a new Angelus. I am not certain if the spell will work on a vampire though."

Not Willow glances over at Drusilla with a grin. "We could always try it on you first...."

Drusilla giggles gleefully, "Sisterrrr..." She has clearly forgotten Mr. Rabbit, "I would love a sister Not Willow.. I never had a sister before.. I never had a daughter.." This new line of thought may or may not end well, "Angel is not Father.. I knew it when he fell in love with... -her-.." Drusilla shudders, "Tricksy... imposter.." Her eyes widen with hope, "If sister can bring Father... yessss.."

Anger smiles over to Drusilla as they walk towards the house. "Well, let's see if we can't get your father back. I think he'd make a lovely addition to our little family." When inside the house, she looks over the tome she took from the Hyperion. She makes a series of circles with one hand, opening a view to Angel's location as he patrols the city. "Ready for a bit of fun?" she asks her new friend.

"Shanayim! Persona et Persona! Manifest!" she says, casting the spell upon the vampire.

Drusilla waits patiently as Anger casts the spell. When the spell is cast, Drusilla calls out, "Sister? If you're here... rip Mr. Rabbit apart.. he hasn't joined us.. he isn't to be trusted.." The last statement is all but whispered, a grin spreading across her face, "I would like a kitty next.."

Well. THAT isn't supposed to happen. A 'clone' of Angel seems to appear, but it in many ways proves less 'real' somehow.

What REALLY isn't supposed to happen is when a portal of fire opens below the clone of Angel and SOMETHING straight from the bowels of Hell rushes up to claim it. One can feel the malice and sadism radiating off this being in waves...the only part not amplified by being in Hell. No, what was amplified in Hell is the power this being possesses.

He can tell he doesn't have as long as he'd like...but he has long enough to send a couple messages...

Yes, Dru, you can tell immediately that's your real daddy. And Willow's met Angelus before too, that dark time in the second half of Buffy's junior year...

Anger smiles ferally as Angelus comes into being. Okay, it wasn't quite what she had in mind, but it will do. She calls from the portal to Drucilla's sire. "Come find us. We have much to do, my friend. Your daughter misses you very much." Not Willow looks to Drusilla and gestures to the two Angels in the hotel. "Happy?"

Drusilla inhales... exhales.. the sigh of happiness, pure joy, "Father...?" Drusilla whispers, not daring to hope to much, "Have you come to slay the imposter? Father I.. have missed you.." The vampire is soon on her knees, unable to stand upright with such love coursing through her undead veins..

Angelus has the powers of a demon in addition to his old vampiric powers. So these two ladies might be slightly surprised when this 'clone' simply teleports straight to them. "Dru. You found a little pet. Keep her. I'm imagining the look on Buffy's face when she has to fight her." By 'Keep' he means 'turn.' He fully expects Willow to get staked by Buffy, but that removes a friend from Buffy and embeds in her head the experience of killing her best friend.

"Now, how to send them a message..." Angelus looks around, spies a shop with a few lights on. There'll be employees in there. Good. If he's got a chance to have some fun, he's going to take it. Pity the poor employees...

Anger is a little surprised, but soon recovers and is rather pleased by Angelus' newfound abilities. But then he goes and tells Drucilla to go and bring her over. Would she maintain her abilities as a witch if she turned? Best not to risk it. She looks to Drucilla and gives the insane vampire an angry glare. "Not me. Punch me. Create a new clone. Her you can have." She pauses for a moment, frowning. Yes, she just invited violence upon herself. "Actually, punch me a couple times. It's always good to have a spare or two."

Drusilla giggles, having been given permission to cause pain, not just by Father, but by her new friend too. The vampire moves with a blur, although her attacks are unpracticed. The vampiric strength behind them makes up for her lack of martial prowess however, striking Anger with one balled fist, then another. She even lashes out with both fists at once, again, and again, as long as it takes to create another clone. She trusts that Anger and Angelus have the same goals.

From somewhere inside the shop, there's some talking. And some more talking. And then the screaming begins. The screams of human beings in pain, tortured by the greatest torture of all time, who just spent even more time honing his craft in Hell. Those poor unfortunate souls, left in a room with an artistic feeling Angelus.

It only takes a single punch to create another clone, so by the time Drusilla has noticed that a new clone has indeed been made there are in fact 6 more Willows! Anger launches Drusilla away once she is able to get her hands up. "Enough!!" She reaches up, cracking her jaw back in place, then wiping the blood off her lips. "Well done. Perhaps a little too well done." The other six Willow's are looking at each other, a little stunned at their sudden creation. "Ow!" they say in unison.

Drusilla mmmmmmhmhmhmh's a little laugh as she is laucnhed away. Drusilla's eyes settle on one of the clones, remembering Angelus's orders. She charges the clone at once, hoping that her speed is enough to wrap slender arms around the copy, and sink her fangs into the newborn veins in order to begin the turning process. What happens to the other five clones is not her concern.

Anger watches on as Drusilla starts to bring over one of her duplicates. She doesn't actually seem to upset about it. Nor does, oddly enough, the clone that Drusilla picked. In fact, as Not Willow watches on with the other clones, Drusilla`s chosen seems to be a little *too* into this whole bitey bitey thing.

One of the other Willows leans over to the original duplicate. "I think she got a hold of Lust," says this new clone, Sloth. "Gee, you think?" pipes up Willow's Pride. "Some girls have all the luck," mutters Envy.

Drusilla mmmm's with ecstacy as her Daughter submits to her fate. When the clone becomes a bit limp, Drusilla bites into her own wrist, and forces it into the clones mouth, demonic life force dripping into the clone's body through Drusilla's blood. Lust's fate is sealed, the newest of Angelus's bloodline, "Daughterrrr.. I love you already.. such a sweet.. sweet.."

Speaking of wicked doing, the screams intensify from the shop, amazingly enough. In some cases, Willow in particular has never heard screams like those before. Not even Willow's anger. She got a taste of it, when her fish got strung up. Another when Giles found Jenny's body. But this is the Artist actually at work. And somehow, the artist knows just how to keep his victims hanging on to life long after they're begging for death...

Anger looks over towards the screams across the street. The fact that she can hear them from here... She starts to wonder if calling back Angelus was a smart idea. He might be too difficult to control. Lust starts to drink deeply of the blood that is given to her, relishing in the feelings. Sloth rolls her eyes and flops onto a couch, while Gluttony heads into the kitchen. Anger looks to her duplicates and frowns, wondering if any of these clones are going to be of any use to her.

Drusilla tears her wrist away as soon as Lust has taken enough blood for the Change. Her attention drifts towards the direction of Angelus' carnage, while Lust falls to the ground unconcious, quite death-like. Drusilla claps her hands, "Father..." There is admiration in her voice, such love, "I have done as you asked father.."

Dru can hear a voice in her head that says, "Good. Come in, and bring you new toy." The screaming seems to be getting a little weaker...but then, these humans just aren't built very tough. He could extend their torment up to an hour, at best, before their weak minds and bodies just plain gave out. It's why he usually focused on psychological torture first. It lasted longer, and he could keep it up for days or weeks.

Anger starts to thrum her fingers against her leather clad thigh. Gluttony and Sloth are useless, Lust is now a vampire, Pride is too busy admiring herself in a mirror, with Envy watching Pride with a wistful look on her face. Anger shakes her head. Apparently, these clones are going to be more hassle then they are worth. That`s when she catches Avarice heading to the pair of magical tomes with a hunger on her face that Anger doesn't like at all. Crossing the room, Anger puts a hand on the books and looks to Avarice. "Don't even think it."

When Angelus returns, he finds...6 Willows, plus the one Dru decided to turn. Angelus, now partly a demon of Hell, quickly tunes into the fact they're based on the 7 deadly sins. Gluttony would make for an excellent vampire...such a vampire would feed indiscriminately, just eating as many people as possible. That should force Buffy to stake her. There's no finesse with this one. He simply drains Gluttony dry, and turns that endless hunger to darker ends with a bit of his own blood. There won't be any artistry there, but as a lure for the Slayer, it shouldn't take long at all. And then there's Pride. He starts torturing that one, marring her beautiful face with blood, turning her pride undone. While Envy is being told so many things about how unworthy she is it's a wonder she's not a clone of insecurity already. He decides Sloth is worthy of torment, never giving her a moment's rest.

Anger watches Angelus as he drains the first of the clones that she has deemed 'worthless' and then feeds her his blood to bring her over. Two vampiric Willows? This should be fun. The one time she met a duplicate of herself as a vampire, it was... interesting. She admires the artistry with which he tortures the other three. "You should bring over that one too," says Anger, gesturing with her chin to Pride. "Not being able to see her reflection would be unbearable for her."

So distracted is she by the finesse with which Angelus works, that she ignores the magical tomes for long enough for Avarice to get her hands on one. Opening the book, Avarice sinks her hands into the book, feeding off the magicks within. Her eyes and hair go black from the absorbtion of the dark arts. Anger manages to get the other copy of the book away before Avarice does it again. "Oh no you don't! You want more so badly, why not head to the Magic Box and suck dry the whole shop. I'm sure Giles would just be *thrilled*." Avarice thinks of all the magic knowledge and power in that shop and moans, nodding her head as she turns to leave.

Angelus admits Anger has a decent point there, and turns a third Willow, even though he's already marred her face rather badly. He'd thought making her look at her marred self might be the right way to go...but then, a vampire of pride...will probably try to lead other vampires as a master. She'll go forth and turn others. With that thought in mind, the great tormenter does turn Pride, who probably looks horrified at the thought. "Not bad. There might be hope for you."

He's about to snap Sloth's neck however, when the body Angelus was in starts to give out. "Not now! I wasn't done!" But the clone body of Angel just ceases to exist, used up by the too powerful presence inside, and the dark spirit gets cast back down to Hell...

Willow's self-appointed nemesis bows her head in thanks to Angelus when he tells her that there could be hope for her. It would seem they have come to an agreement that the particular incarnation of Willow is best left just as she is. As predicted, the vampiric Willow's can't even muster up enough magic to float a pencil, so Anger compliments herself on that bit of foresight. The night goes on, Anger watching as her own selves are tortured, enjoying the show.

As Angelus simply vanishes with a cry of anguish, Willow's Anger screams in fury. "NO! Nononono!!!" She flips through the last remaining stolen tome and after a bit of reading, curses. "It would seem that only a part of Angel can't contain the evil that is Angelus, especially now that he's had more time in Hell. I will find another way, Drusilla, but it may have to wait until after we have finished completing my work."