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Title: Twilight's Ending
Author: Mac Xavier
E-mail: mac_xavier@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Except for Lust.
Summary: More Gods show up. Stuff gets explained. Buffy learns new stuff and her head doesn't explode at all.
Rating: NC17 if I have my way.
Sequel to
Children of the Night
Lust opened her eyes slowly and blinked as a yawn worked out of her throat. Last night had been more fun than she'd had in centuries. Almost her entire family was there, with the additon of the Child of her Children, a mortal, a former demon, and a flame haired girl who thrummed with restrained magical power. All that were missing were Bliss, who she sensed nearby, Aphrodite, Hephestus, and Mother. And Jayce and Jett.
The rest of them could rot in...Well, maybe not Hades. He and 'Seph could keep her power levels at a nice year round glow. After all, frustraited lust was almost as yummy as lust in action. It was a little wierd, but she got off on it more when it was real love with the lust. Thus the major power surges when Cupie, Psyche and Strife were having a playdate. Love Orgies were great. Something she and Dite agreed on totally. Which was wierd in and of itself, and not to be spoken of where others could hear it.
Lust let her eyes drift over the people sprawled around her new temple before they focused on the little redhead magic user. She looked nummy. The Goddess of Debauchery wondered vaguely if the girl would like to have a go at it when she woke up.
******
The team members of Angel Investigations stared in mute shock at the two bickering couples and the silent dark haired woman sitting on one of their couches who didn't seem to notice where they were.
Or rather the couple and the female half of the older couple were railing at the male half of the older couple, while the silent dark haired woman stared vacantly over everyone's heads. At least until Connor started to cry.
Then the silent woman stood up slowly and...threw a glowing red orb at the fighting foursome. They all looked up at her from the floor with wide eyes and open mouths. She shrugged. "You woke the baby."
Then the woman sat back down and stared into empty space.
"Eris?" the older of the other two women called softly. "Eris sweetie, can you here me?"
The silent woman didn't answer.
"Well, this has been an all around productive day," snapped the older man.
"Shut up, Zeus!" snarled the older woman.
Fred eeped, then clapped her hands over her mouth as the strangers looked at her.
"There's no reason to fear us, child," the older woman said gently.
Wesley cleared his throat carefully. "Pardon me, ma'am, but...Did you say Zeus? As in the King of the Gods, Zeus?"
"And you called that other lady Eris," Gunn chimed in. "As in the Goddess of Discord?" The others stared at him. "What? I read!"
"And I'm Aphrodite," the blonde woman said. "And she's Hera, and he's Hephestus."
"Charmed," the God of the Forge grunted. He glared balefully at Zeus when the older god started to open his mouth. "I think we've all heard enough out of you."
"You're gods," Angel sighed. "Nothing I ever did as Angelus was so bad that I deserve this!"
"True," Hera admitted. "But your...escapades both as Angelus and as Angel have given a great deal of power to Ares, Eris, and Strife over the last few centuries. Although you're...quite odd for one of Lust's Priests we were hoping you might be able to help Eris."
The team blinked. Cordelia recovered first. "Who's Lust?"
"I told you guys, the Mortals don't know who she is and even most of the Vampires have forgotten," Aphrodite grumbled as she went to sit next to Eris. She takes the smaller goddess' hand and pats it gently. "Don't worry, cupcake. We'll get you all better and then we'll meet up with the kids. Won't that be nice? Seeing Strife and Lust again?"
Eris noded slowly, still not looking at anyone. "My babies."
******
Strife yawned and blinked sleepily down at where some interesting action was taking place. The bleached blonde Vampire was sprawled across his legs, moaning, while Lust's head moved slowly up and down between his legs. Oh, yeah. It was going to be a lovely day. Especially when Spike turned his head just far enough to take Strife's hard cock in his own mouth.
******
Willow stared at the small orgy in progress on the bed and quashed the urge to climb up there and join in.
"Why fight it?" whispered the slim dark haired woman who Strife had called Psyche.
"F-fight what?" Willow nearly whimpered.
Psyche chuckled. "Wanting her. It's alright you know. To want her. To want to taste how sweet she is when she's coming in your mouth. That's what she is you know. Wanting. Needing. Sex and danger."
"S-spike called h-her D-dark Lady..."
"And she is," Cupid purred on her other side. He nipped gently at the little redhead's earlobe. "She's Lust. The Dark Lady. Goddess of Debauchery."
Willow shook her head sharply. "Don't know...what-what we did..."
"Was fan-fucking-tastic, little one," Psyche giggled. "But this is for Lust. All of it, she needs the power so much right now."
"Wha-what's she going to do with it?" Willow gasped as Cupid and Psyche each ran their hands over her body.
"Reclaim what's hers of course," Cupid muttered against the redhead's lips. Psyche giggled and started to flick a finger rapidly over the whimpering girl's clit.
Willow blinked and tried to force her mind to work in spite of what the two gods were currently doing to her body. "H-how?"
"Don't know yet," Psyche giggled. "But I'm sure she'll come up with something delightfully sneaky."
Willow by this point could only moan.
"Watch her," Cupid whispered. "She's beautiful. Free. Right and wrong don't matter to her, just...pleasure."
And Willow watched as the goddess who had created the Vampires as she came, arching her back to scream out her pleasure, wings flaring out so dark against the white-white skin. "Oh, goddess..."
The redhead came with a howl.
******
Angel pressed the heel of his hands against his eyes for a moment before trying to deal with the gods again. "Okay, so do you even know where Lust and Strife are?"
"Of course, they're at the Mouth of Hell," Aphrodite said cheerfully.
Confusion and moans took their turns around the room. Fred was finally the one to ask in her little girl's voice. "What's the Mouth of Hell?"
"You've heard us refer to it by it's other name, Fred," Wesley said slowly.
Angel and Cordelia spoke at the same time. "Sunnydale."
"So why don't you devine types go there yourselves?" Gunn asked slowly. "It's just down the interstate."
Zeus shifted uncomfortably and looked away from his glaring wife. "Because we can't go there without invitation."
"And because *he* alienated Lust she never invited us," Hera complained.
"Cupid, Psyche, Bliss, Ares and Strife are already there," Hephestus rumbled from where he sat next to Aphrodite. "The bond between the twins allows Strife access to all of Lust's places, and she granted the others free rights to her home."
"Besides, Joxer was there, that would have allowed Ares in anyway," Aphrodite added softly. Oddly enough she looked sadly at Discord as she mentioned the first name.
Angel would have paled at the name of one of the Ancient Masters if vampires could pale at all. Joxer the Mighty was known to slaughter other Vampires all the time cursing them for abandoning their Dark Lady. "J-Joxer?"
"Angel sounds nervous. I don't like it when Angel sounds nervous. Bad things happen then," Cordelia complained. She sounded eirily like Hera just then. "Why would somebody named Joxer make you nervous?"
"Joxer is one of the first three Vampires that Lust created," Hera explained. "He worships Ares, his brother Jett worshiped Discord, and Jase was Lust's first High Priest. They were triplets and Lust didn't want to hurt them by splitting them up."
"Why would a goddess care about splitting some mortals up?" Gunn asked with a small frown.
"Because Ares and Joxer love each other, and Discord and Jett were in love," Aphrodite snapped. "And Jase loved Lust more than anything, with the possible exception of his brothers!"
"And as violent and uncaring as Lust may seem," Hephestus said quietly, "the strongest bonds for her are those of True Love."
Zeus scowled. He also fought the urge to give that Cordelia girl the eye. Oh, well, maybe he could talk Cupid or Bliss into doing him a favor later.
"Ummm, guys? Vision," Cordelia complained as she started to hover in the air.. "Hellmouth opening. Something really ugly trying to eat a girl with black wings."
Discord whimpered.
"That would be Lust," Hera offered.
"Is there anything else, Cordelia?" Wesley asked after a moment.
The beautiful brunnette shook her head as she floated back down. "That's it."
"Looks like we're in for a road trip then," Gunn said cheerfully.
"Not we," Angel said firmly. "I need you, Fred and Cordy to stay here and watch Connor. If anything goes wrong get the hell out of LA."
"But Angel," Fred started.
Cordelia shook her head. "He's right, Fred. We weren't in the vision."
"Okay, man," Gunn told Angel. "But if you need us..."
"It'll be too late and you'll get killed too. I'm trusting you with my -son-, Gunn," Angel said firmly.
The street raised Demon hunter nodded slowly. "Got it, Angel. We're cool."
******
Lust moaned in pleasure as two small warm hands carressed her wings. They spread slowly, causing lazy drifts of air to stir. Beside the petite goddess her Twin laid sprawled out with her brand new High Priest across his chest and both of them were smirking at her lazy sounding moans.
"Shut up, you two," the girl massaging Lust's back said tartly. "Before I do something really nasty too you."
"Like what, Red?" Spike demanded cheerfully.
"Like not let you play with me later," Willow responded flatly. "Did you know in another universe I got Vamped? She was skanky and slutty and -groped- me before we sent her back where she belonged."
Spike grinned. "I think you'd have made a bloody fantastic Vamp, pet."
"Well, maybe how they were originally intended to be," Willow said thoughtfully as she smoothed raven black feathers under her fingers. "But this Vampy me had made Angel her puppy. I don't think I should like the thought of Angel whimpering and begging under me. Well, not because I was hurting him. Otherwise that might be fun. But that's not really the point." Green eyes glared at Spike and Strife when they both started to say something. "Be quiet and let me finish. I think, I think I might want to be a Vampire. The way a Vampire is supposed to be."
"You mean that?" Lust whispered.
Willow tilted her head to one side as her hands stilled. "I'm not sure yet. But I think I might. I...I like this."
"Think you might?" Strife giggled. "Then ya spent way to much time with my Cupes and Psyche. If ya'd gotten some Lusty loving ya wouldn't be so wishy-washie."
"Course, if she had some Spike or Strife she wouldn't be either," Spike proclaimed.
"Shadup, both of you," Lust yawned. "She can think about it as much as she wants." Eyes like wet rubies blinked slowly. "Sleep now. Deal with the little shits my Children have become later."
Willow suddenly found herself pulled down into slim smooth arms and wrapped with the wings she'd been caressing a moment before. "Wha-?"
"Strife stole my Priest, need cuddles," Lust muttered as she nuzzled the nape of Willow's neck. "Mmmm. Nice."
After being in a three-some with the God of Love and his seriously hottie wife the Goddess of Mind, seeing Anya and Xander in a four way with one of the first Vampires and the God of War, not to mention seeing what Lust had been doing with Spike while Strife was doing something to the Bleached Menace, Willow just didn't have the power to blush anymore. Besides, it was kind of nice where she was. And who on the Hellmouth was she to tell a Goddess not to cuddle her?
Buffy was going to freak.
******
Buffy was going to freak. Her sister, her -baby- sister was asleep on the couch with that winged kid!
Bliss opened his impossibly blue eyes and glared at her. "If you wake her up you're never falling in love again," he warned quietly.
"You can't do that," Buffy whispered back.
He smirked. "I'm a Love God. Granted, God of Happiness and Joy mostly, but still a Love God."
"If you hurt her I'll find some way to kill you, God or no God," Buffy warned.
Bliss just looked down at Dawn's sleeping face before he looked back up at Buffy. "If I hurt her, I'd let you kill me."
******
Willow yawned and stretched, surprised to find herself alone on the massive bed...alter, whichever, that had been delightfully full when she'd fallen asleep. Of course she'd also been stark raving -naked- at the time too. Not that she was going to object to the jade green silk night shirt she was wearing, but naked was more convienent. She climbed out of bed to go looking for her lovers.
Lovers. Who would have thought that Willow 'Softer Side of Sears' Rosenburg would be using that in the plural and not mean past tense? She smirked slightly at the thought as she passed a black laqured and silk screen that now divided the room.
Lust was on the other side, sprawled across a red velved covered throne, with Spike being used as a pillow for her head on one of the arms. The Goddess of Debauchery was staring at someone through half lidded eyes. A someone Willow recognized with a jolt.
"Angel? What in the name of the Goddess are you doing here?" Willow demanded.
"Willow?" he whispered, wide-eyed with shock. Of course that probably had something to do with the nightshirt just barely covering some of her interesting bits...and being nearly transparent.
Spike turned his head to leer at her. "'Ello, luvy. Nice nap?"
"Ah, Willow," Lust purred as she sat up and swung her legs around. "There's something odd about this Child. Could you perhaps explain it, please?"
"Well, when he came to Sunnydale, he had his soul," Willow explained. "He'd been cursed with it by Gypsies after eating one of their daughters. He and Buffy had sex and he lost his soul because of a little loop hole about being happy. He went on a psychotic rampage and tried to open the Hellmouth. I recursed him right before Buffy had to send him to Hell. He came back and left for LA after we graduated."
Lust's back went stiff. "What?"
"They didn't know, Dark Lady," Spike said softly dropping a hand down to carress her wings. "And Angelus is a bit of a nutter."
Lust sighed. "I hate it when people interfere with my Children. Very well, let me see what I can do."
Angel started to back away when she stood up and started walking toward him.
"I wouldn't do that, Peaches," Spike drawled. "She isn't going to hurt you...unless you ask really nicely."
Willow couldn't help but snicker. Angel shot her a glare, but she could only shrug and comment, "Try asking nicely, Puppy."
"Puppy?" Angel yelped.
Lust snickered. "I knew there was a reason I love you, Red. Now, Angel, take it like a Vamp and it won't hurt a bit. Squirm and I'll make you scream like a school girl." Angel swallowed hard as he stiffened in his pants. Lust's eyes dropped and her eyebrows when up. She raised her eyes slowly. "Ah, well that certianly explains why you were turned."
Angel could only stare at her as the slim black winged girl raised her hands to either side of his head and began to chant in Ancient Greek. He blinked when he suddenly understood her words.
"Child of my Children. Child of Night. As you once were be so again. The First. The Second. The Third. Child of my Children. Child of Night." Lust felt the power surge through her. The devotions last night hadn't fully restored her powers, even with Spike's faith backing it up, but it would be just enough for this one thing...
Angel fell to one side. Angelus fell to the other...
And Liam Roark landed on his ass in front of the most beautiful woman he'd seen since he'd died. At least until her solid ruby red eyes and large black wings registered in his mind...And even then he didn't mind much. "Well, hello, lovely."
"Oh, don't start," Lust sneered. She turned her attention to Angel. "Congradulations, you're human but can still kick ass Vampire style. Go find your lady love." Her eyes settled on Angelus and turned cold. "As for you, you miserable little shit...I haven't decided what I'm going to do with you yet...Maybe I'll let Willow have you for her Puppy."
Willow grinned impishly. "Bad doggy."
Lust turned slightly and grinned at the red head. "You are going to make a fine Vampire, my sweet Red."
Angel and Angelus glared at each other while Liam stared around in confusion.
"Where the devil am I?" the young mortal demanded.
"Shut up!" Angel and Angelus both roared.
"Angel," Lust called soflty. When he turned his attention back to her she smiled, showing off her small white fangs. "Get the hell off the Hellmouth. Angelus, sit down and shut up." She waved a hand and the evil Vampire was flung back onto one of the couches and suddenly chained. "As for Liam...Ideas?"
Angel coughed lightly. "If I might offer a suggestion, Goddess Lust?"
"You learn fast, kid," Lust chuckled as she kicked back on her chair and pulled Willow into her lap. "Go for it."
"Up-date his memories...and send him to Buffy...He," Angel paused. "He can make her happy."
Willow frowned. "And what about you, Angel?"
He blushed slightly. "I'm...going to have a long talk with Cordelia."
"Hey, Peaches, what did you show up here for anyway?" Spike asked.
"Damn, I forgot all about that...Lust, there's something wrong with your mother. She's at my place in LA."
******
Lust let out a sound like a thousand souls being ripped apart. Spike and Willow shuddered in sympathetic reaction when their goddess suddenly grabbed Angel by the throat, jerking him down to her level. "What is wrong with my mother?"
"Lust, luv," Spike murmured as he wrapped an arm around her slim waist. "He can't answer if he can't move his throat."
The Goddess snarled but dropped Angel. "Talk quicky, Warrior."
"I-I'm not sure what's wrong with her, Dark Lady," Angel managed. It suddenly occured to him that he needed to -breathe-. "She only responded to the world around her when the yelling of the others woke my son, Connor."
Lust nodded slowly. "Yes, mother was always a bit tetchy about children...Who else was there?"
"Lady Aphrodite, Lord Hephestus, Queen Hera...and Zeus," Angel said cautiously. He recalled suddenly and strongly that the Goddess of Debauchery hated her grandfather with a passion.
Lust took a slow deep breath, letting Spike calm her with a gentle petting of her wings. "Then Spike and I shall return to LA with you. Red, my dear, would you be so kind as to take Liam to Buffy? Then I need you to...train Angelus."
"Oh, goodie," Willow cooed as she eyed Angelus' chained form. "He'll be a good puppy when you get back, Lust."
"I know he will, sweet Red," Lust purred as she pulled the mortal witch into her arms for a leasurely kiss. She pulled away slightly, still licking lightly at Willow's kiss swollen lips. "On your feet, Angel-boy."
Angel stood up and shifted, trying to ease the presure in his suddenly too tight slacks.
Spike smirked at him as Lust placed a hand on both males. "Wishing you were still hers, Peaches?"
"Shut up, Spike," Angel growled.
Willow turned to Liam as her Goddess and her lover vanished with Angel. "Planning on sitting there for the rest of the day, Liam?"
******
Cordelia and Fred sat on either side of Eris as the Goddess of Discord played with baby Connor, oblivious to the rest of the people in the room. Neither of them were expecting the bright flash of light that resolved into three forms. Angel staggered slightly in disorentation while Spike smirked at him.
Cordelia's reaction to Spike wasn't exactly unexpected, well, not unexpected by Angel. She started looking for a stake.
"Down, girl," Lust growled as she pushed the former cheerleaded back down onto the sofa. The black winged Goddess then ignored both young mortal women in favor of crouching at her mother's feet as Discord counted the baby's fingers and little bare toes. "Mommy? Look at me, Mommy. Please?"
Eris looked up at her daughter, her eyes clearing. "Baby girl?"
"Hi, Mommy," Lust said with a smile. "Are you having fun playing with Angel's little boy?"
"He's a good boy," Eris told her. "He's going to be a great warrior when he grows up."
tbc