01 | Holo/Location: The Sanctuary | Shaper of Things

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"I wish to do more violence."

Blood.  She would drench herself in it.  Bathe in it.  Wear it like a suit of armor.  It would fall from the skies as the rain fell--in torrents.

Wesley was dead.  He was just a human, nothing, and yet . . .She felt anger for his death, and his loss was an unfamiliar weight she had no will to bear.  Blood was all she thirsted for, and if it would not ease this accursed mortal feeling of despair, then she would pile heads upon heads of these creatures until she could sit upon their mutilated corpses like a king, once again. King.

The half-breeds and the human would die.  Only she would live on.

She.

But then the world blinked, and suddenly the air reeked of cold metal and silence. Water dripped from the ends of her hair to the floor, but elsewhere the room was dry. Space was no longer wide but insufferably small, no longer loud with the songs of battle, but utterly without sound. The half-breeds and their human warrior were gone. Illyria was alone.

"What is this magic?"

Her frozen, blue eyes roamed the empty room, taking in its strange accoutrements. Her body remained as it was before the blink--a statue, still and deaf to all who looked upon her. The wolf, The Ram, The Hart.  Only they possessed the power to pluck her from time and space.  They were fools.

"Treacherous. To think this sorcery will prevent your undoing."  Nothing, but silence.  Baring her teeth and clenching her jaw, she spoke calmly, lowly, and dangerously.  "Speak," she commanded. "And your deaths will be bearable."

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Although Martha hadn't been trapped in the city as long as some people, she had been a prisoner long enough to see a lot of different people arrive and disappear and, in the case of Fitz, return again. It looked like he was no longer the only person to make a reappearance.

She hadn't know Illyria well. All she had know was that the woman - the goddess - had stolen Fred's body and had spent many long hours at Wesley's bedside when he'd been injured.

Fred and Wesley were long gone, just like Angel and Lorne and numerous other people from their world. It was out of loyalty to them - to the friendship that they'd had in the city - that Martha replied to the threat that constituted Illyria's post.

"We're not the ones to blame," she explained, "We're all prisoners here. We don't know where we are or why. All we know is that the city is called Taxon and there's no way out."

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Illyria was trapped in a sea of humans, all of which she could obliterate if she had the will. It offended her to be put here. They were not her equals. They were nothing.

"A prison within a prison," she murmured, teeth clenched in anger. If only that wretched weapon had not stolen her power. But all was not lost. "Worlds and dimensions. Nothing but flimsy curtains stitching the mortal coils together. I will tear them down, shred them, gnaw at them until they collapse into nothing."

She would not be made a fool.

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"It isn't as simple as that." And, based on what she'd learned during her time on the TARDIS, it wasn't that easy to tear worlds and dimensions apart. Not even for ... whatever Illyria actually was. "Most of us have been trying to find a way out since we arrived. The people who are keeping us here have powerful technology. I don’t think force will help.”

It certainly hadn’t helped anyone else.

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Nothing is simple. Worlds exist only when they are brought down. Illyria knows this. She has seen it.

"Technology. A faulty weapon used by rats to seem as great as giants. Not even the lowest relied on such illusions, in my time."

She grits her teeth. It would break. Everything always breaks.

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"It isn't an illusion," protested Martha. "It can be useful."

If Illyria was going to be part of the city, she'd have to get used to technology, even if she never went as far as to actually like it.

"The city was built by technology and it's real enough to keep us trapped inside."

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"Useful," she repeats. "To build walls, perhaps. To sustain them. To break them, as well."

She knows this. She is the product of it.

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"Well, we're still working on how to break the walls down," said Martha, a trace of exasperation - not at Illyria, but at their situation - creeping into her voice. "Maybe you'll be able to help us fix that."

She could hope.