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Dybbuk
Satyr

"I will fight. I have been broken and humiliated. I will return in kind every blow, every sting. I will shred my adversaries; pull their eyes out just enough to turn them toward their mewling, mutilated faces."

Illyria loved the night because at night she could roam the streets without drawing attention to herself. She could also hunt the creatures of the night. It was a temporary fix to the violence she craved. She didn’t ask to be brought back to earth in this shell of a body that use to be Winfred Burkle. When she first awakened, all she could think about was getting back to her world and unleashing her army. But her world and her army no longer existed. She was forever stuck in this shell that reeked of humanity. To Illyria humanity was a putrid smell and it made her skin crawl. She should be ruling this earth not living among the mortals as if she was one of them. As much as she craved to be what she was and not be part of what she deemed beneath her the memories of this shell often washed over her, giving her thought to her actions or the things around her. Also, the members of Angel Investigations influenced the god to seek out the good in herself. But could she ever really be good? It was a predicament that often plagued her but tonight it was not in her thoughts. Tonight she wanted to hunt...to kill something.

The lust for violence was heavy on her mind when she saw several vampires attacking two helpless women. Without thought she began to run toward the vampires at a steady pace. The sound of her boots echoing on the hard pavement caused the vampires to turn toward her. ”Look we have a party crasher, Leo. Seems like it’s our lucky night. Now we each can have something to eat.” Illyria was not fazed by the one vampire's comment. “You will die at my hands tonight and I will enjoy ripping you apart before I kill you,” she told them with confidence in her voice. The vampire named Leo began to chuckle. “Not only is she freaky looking she is also delusional. Do you know what we are? We are gods…vampires! We do what we want and we eat who we want!” Illyria just titled her head to her side and gave the man a long look. During this time the vampire named Leo came up to her with vampire speed, his fangs bearing down upon her neck. Still Illyria didn’t move or say anything. She let the vampire try to bite her.

Illryia’s skin was like steel and the vampire’s bite was in vain. Illyria reached up with her right hand to grab the man by his coat, lifting him up in the air in front of her. “In my time you were the lowest of lowest life forms…and nothing has changed.” She then threw him across the alley as she turned to look at the other two vampires. “Let the two women go and I promise to kill you quickly.” The other two vampires were holding the two women in their grasp but seemed to be in shock of what they just witnessed. In a town like Los Angeles, it was common to come upon other demons but this one was different and they knew it. With a rough push they tossed their victims to the side as they began to run. ~They always run…~ Illyria thought to herself as she reached into her pocket to throw a wooden stake at the vampire that tried to bite her. She didn’t even bother to look as the vampire turned to dust. Instead, she began to run toward the two fleeing vampires, not even giving thought to the two women hurdled in shock. She had no time to coddle these women and her lust for violence was surging through her enter being.

With her speed Illyria was quick to reach them, grabbing both by the back of their shirts to throw them against the wall. She then turned to fight them in hand-to-hand combat. It wasn’t that she needed to, she was just toying with them, letting them think they stood a chance against her. As each blow was delivered the vampires began to tire out but she didn’t. Just when they thought they might have a chance she staked one and tore off the head of the others. “Pitiful creatures”, she mused as she turned to walk back the way she came. The two women were already gone, and the night was quickly passing her by. She then had the notion that she wanted to return to Angel Investigations. Perhaps Spike would spar with her, she could get Angel to tell her more about where it was best to seek out fights. Angel often told her that these fights were helping rid the world of evil but to Illyria it was a way of staying in contact with her true self. She was who she was, and she liked it that way.

As she walked down the darken alley that lead back to Angel Investiagions a man in trench coat approached. His coat reminded her of the ones that both Angel and Spike wore. His pace told her that he would reach where she was any second. She didn’t want to bump into him so she was fixing to step to the side when she heard a voice behind her. She turned toward the voice. ”You do know you like a Smurf from hell right?” His words caused her brow to furrow in annoyance. When Wesley was alive, he referred to her as Smurf in a drunken state. When he said it she knew it was insult. How dare anyone compare her to what this world calls cartoons. She was a god and she deserved respect. “You dare speak to me?! I know not who you are, but you should mind your tongue before I rip it out,” she told him. Angel and the rest of the team had told her killing humans was wrong. That if she wanted their friendship and guidance, she couldn’t kill whoever she wanted. Her enter being was screaming to strike this mere mortal down. ”I mean if you like that sort of thing I happen to know conventions that would love to see you're get up. Might even win the prize for best costume?” “I know not of this convention you speak of but you are annoying me. I suggest you go away before I hurt you,” she informed him. Angel and the others never said she couldn’t hurt humans she just couldn’t kill them. The man smirked slightly, reaching for a gun that he pointed at her. ”Hurt me? Sorry lady but you’re the one that is going to wish you hadn’t threatened me.” Illyria wasn’t the least bit impressed. In fact, she just stood there, daring the man to shoot her. As she stood there waiting to see if he would she'd forgotten that the man in the long black coat was probably upon her by now.