Buffy: Demon plaything

Everything was more or less well in Sunnydale, as much as it ever was. After a busy night patrolling, Buffy was safely sleeping in her bed, wearing panties and a sleeveless tee shirt, tired out after a long nights patrolling.

Elsewhere, Willow and Tara lay in bed together naked, hugging close after having recently having made love until they?d both fallen asleep through exhaustion. The two young witches also slept peacefully, smiling at one another even while deep in slumber.

Faith however was not asleep, she was in the Bronze. As a recently escaped prisoner, she had decided to have some fun and was busy drinking and looking for a one night stand. Little did any of the four know what would soon befall them.

In a dark ally not far from the bronze, the air flickered, their moved in a strange pattern, a figure stepped out of the air and sniffed. The figure was demonic, with night black skin and long curled horns, larger than a man and with bulging muscles. His huge manhood hung between his legs.

Frowning to himself, Fecrim looked around, beginning to compress himself into mortal shape. So this was the home of those who had slain Glorificus before her full sentence, to live, grow old and die as a mortal could be carried out.

Fecrim was an avatar of the hell gods, an aspect of the beings that had once defeated and bound Glory to earth? now Buffy, along with her friends and the rest of the world?s slayers were going to pay.