written by Pythia
Spoilers: Through Season 5 season ending.
Summary: She's a hellgod. They don't just lie down and die …
Feedback Author: Pythia
Author's Website: Warriors And Watchers
He realises his mistake just a second too late to do anything about it.
One moment there's a man, struggling for breath under the weight of his hand – and in the next, there's the sudden whisper of power as it
arcs up his arm, and sinks into his skin. Death may be Buffy's gift – but it's a gift to Glory too; it releases her to seek another
shell, to seize and dominate and take control. She escapes her prison to find a surer hiding place – and the murder that was meant to
save the world serves only to condemn its perpetrator's soul to inescapable, unendurable torment.
He doesn't even have time to scream.
The man that had been Rupert Giles only a heartbeat before closes his eyes as he savours the last, feeble struggle of the dying man
beneath his hand; then his lids snap open and he looks up – up to where a single figure clings to a swaying tower and weeps inconsolable
"Well now," he breathes softly. "There's my pretty little key. All alone and desperate. No-one left to save you." The smile that
flits across his face is both confident and cruel. "No-one at all …"