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Mbauers and Dbauers present--Alternate Buffyverse!
Day 0
The scarred demon stood silently watching. He had nothing but time, and couldn’t do much else. He watched and waited, watched and waited, knowing that prophecies can’t be avoided but searching for a way out, nonetheless. He had changed over time after monitoring the humans for centuries. He wasn’t very hopeful as it was, but demons are by nature pessimistic. He viewed the same occurrences across different dimensions, but no matter what changed his destiny was always the same. Awaiting your ultimate fate can be agonizingly slow when you are an immortal time traveler.
Still, he dreaded the end. He no longer felt he could control things, despite his impressive abilities. Then—a glint of hope. Not much of a chance, but a chance. A sliver of light in the darkness of the prophecy, not to mention a chance for (albeit preemptive) retribution. A one-in-a-trillion shot--a kiss.
He laughed at the thought of a stupid kiss being his salvation. “I knew that in ONE of these dimensions that loser would have some skills.” The demon smiled, made a mental note of the time and space of the event, and vanished.
Meanwhile a smirking demoness nodded with satisfaction at a job well done. “That’ll teach you to cheat,” she said as she walked away from the man’s mangled body.
Just then, an incorporeal form appeared out of nowhere and she walked through it. “Hey, watch where you’re teleporting.”
“Relax,” the scarred demon said. “I have something I think you’ll want to see.”
“Men. So presumptuous. Why the hell would I go anywhere with you?” She rolled her eyes.
“Because I’m going to say please. So, please?”
She sighed and nodded her head.
The scarred one teleported the female demon across time, space, and dimensional barriers. “Impossible,” she said. “Is that—me?” But she didn’t need to hear an answer to know that it was true. There she was, human, holding hands with a human. A man.
The scarred demon laughed at her confusion and proceeded to show her many events—fighting alongside each other, kissing, crying into his arms for comfort. The demoness’ heart softened. “Maybe I’ve been wrong all these centuries. Maybe I should give them a chance,” she thought aloud.
“Maybe. Anyway, just one more thing to show you.”
He took her to a quiet, dark room. The aftermath of some battle. A skinny human girl and a confused, dark-haired man stood covered in gore, clearly the victors. “Xander,” the girl said. “I love you. It’s always been you.”
The man said nothing. He just ran into her arms and they embraced in a passionate kiss.
“No!” the demoness screamed. “Who is that kissing MY Xander?”
“Buffy, the Slayer,” the demon replied. “But your powers alone won’t be enough to get vengeance on her. You’ll need my help. I have a plan…”
The two demons vanished to other times and dimensions, ready to enact their plan.
Mbauers and Dbauers are very much alive and scheming. They are Sahjhan and Anya, and they need your help to ruin the Slayer.