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demonbelthazorBelthazor woke early that morning and quietly slipped from the bed, careful not to awaken Phoebe. He gathered what he needed in the dark and shimmered down the hall to the empty room 420 so he could cast the spell in privacy.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he summoned a small fireball and lit the two red candles he'd purchased at the Emporium. Red, the color of love and passion. Between them he set Angel'sso very gay snowglobe to channel the spell to him, and in front of that, a silver bowl.
One by one he dropped the ingredients, some of which he'd bought in town, others he'd gone home to acquire, into the bowl. First damiana, an aphrodisiac used in love and sexuality spells. Then juniper berries, to attract a mate. Mandrake, also an aphrodisiac. Rose petals touched by Buffy herself. Valerian. He wrinkled his nose at the last ingredient. Good thing the other ingredients would mask its odor.
Next the crushed gemstones. Garnet, to stimulate desire. Sunstone, to enliven sexual energy. (Ironic, that.) Rose quartz, to stimulate love. Moonstone, to reunite lovers who have parted. Lastly the oils: lavender, to attract love, and vanilla, for passion.
He tried to quell his nervousness. He'd never tried a spell like this before, and any mistake might cause it to backfire. If it worked, it would enflame Angel's desire for Buffy -- and hers for him -- so much so that they would be unable to resist their passion for one another. They'd sleep together, Angel would lose his soul again, and Angelus would return.
He picked up the final ingredient for the spell -- Buffy's lipstick, which he'd persuaded her to give to him under the excuse of seeking the color for Phoebe. It connected the spell to her, and very importantly, it had touched her lips, making it all the more potent.
Gathering his concentration, focusing on thegay snowglobe, he said the spell:
Love suppressed must turn to passion
Now be forced to take this action
No longer are your hearts to pine
Your heart's true love you now must find
By the darkness and the light
By this flame burning bright
Your lover's touch shall now be thine
From this day and through all of time
As he finished, he dropped Buffy's lipstick into the bowl. The contents flared, and a pleasant smelling smoke rose from the bowl, vaguely luminescent in the darkness. It drifted out the door, seeking the targets of the spell.
Belthazor grinned. The spell had worked, or so it seemed. Now he'd just have to sit back and wait, and before long Angelus would be back.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he summoned a small fireball and lit the two red candles he'd purchased at the Emporium. Red, the color of love and passion. Between them he set Angel's
One by one he dropped the ingredients, some of which he'd bought in town, others he'd gone home to acquire, into the bowl. First damiana, an aphrodisiac used in love and sexuality spells. Then juniper berries, to attract a mate. Mandrake, also an aphrodisiac. Rose petals touched by Buffy herself. Valerian. He wrinkled his nose at the last ingredient. Good thing the other ingredients would mask its odor.
Next the crushed gemstones. Garnet, to stimulate desire. Sunstone, to enliven sexual energy. (Ironic, that.) Rose quartz, to stimulate love. Moonstone, to reunite lovers who have parted. Lastly the oils: lavender, to attract love, and vanilla, for passion.
He tried to quell his nervousness. He'd never tried a spell like this before, and any mistake might cause it to backfire. If it worked, it would enflame Angel's desire for Buffy -- and hers for him -- so much so that they would be unable to resist their passion for one another. They'd sleep together, Angel would lose his soul again, and Angelus would return.
He picked up the final ingredient for the spell -- Buffy's lipstick, which he'd persuaded her to give to him under the excuse of seeking the color for Phoebe. It connected the spell to her, and very importantly, it had touched her lips, making it all the more potent.
Gathering his concentration, focusing on the
Love suppressed must turn to passion
Now be forced to take this action
No longer are your hearts to pine
Your heart's true love you now must find
By the darkness and the light
By this flame burning bright
Your lover's touch shall now be thine
From this day and through all of time
As he finished, he dropped Buffy's lipstick into the bowl. The contents flared, and a pleasant smelling smoke rose from the bowl, vaguely luminescent in the darkness. It drifted out the door, seeking the targets of the spell.
Belthazor grinned. The spell had worked, or so it seemed. Now he'd just have to sit back and wait, and before long Angelus would be back.
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Date: 2005-12-14 01:57 pm (UTC)