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There is no guilt or innocence in you. All of that is past. Guilt belabors the dead and I am not the Iron Hammer. You multitude of the dead are merely people who have done certain things, and the memory of those things illuminates my path.
o Leto II to His Memory-Lives After Harq al-Ada
They didn’t need a cage this time.
The ritual of resurrection had not been performed for over ten thousand years as time passed in this universe. The last time it was used six vampires were sacrificed and the terrible creature they brought back had to be held in a locked metal box. The Senior Partner had better plans thanks to the ingenious humans that had come to infest the galaxy.
An ancient monster with the ability to see the future would be resurrected and trained in the ways of the Bene Gesserit for the express purpose of hunting down and killing that bastard slayer child.
The Senior Partner stood on a hillside near a stone plateau on Gammu. Light years away, on Arrakis, the slayer-witch Motorria was nearing term. There was no way he could prevent the bastard offspring of Paul Muad’dib and Buffy Summers from being born. But he was fairly sure he could kill it.
They finished the invocation of the darkness.
The Bene Gesserit vampires he had guided and trained over the last few months had remembered enough of the ancient spell to return their chosen monster to the land of the living. They finished speaking the ancient Latin and from the stone stage they occupied there came swirling smoke and a flash of blue light.
The Bene Gesserit vampires flinched, and backed away from the thing they had made. It growled at them. Its feral yellow eyes stared up at the night sky and knew something was wrong. There was drool forming at the side of its mouth. The creature drew itself to full height. It stood near six feet tall. Its hands held razor sharp nails. Its body was firm and naked.
The Bene Gesserit vampires were a moment too slow.
The creature they had summoned tore into them like a ravenous wolf. It killed two of them by tearing their throats open. The third, it killed by slamming it to the ground and draining its blood in less than three seconds.
The Senior Partner smiled. She was a beautiful monster. The Senior Partner waived his hand invoking a mystical shield. The monster they had summoned would not be escaping the compound. He motioned to the other Bene Gesserit near him. They knew their mission. They were to train the creature in the ways of the Bene Gesserit; they were to convert the beast into a Reverend Mother. At their feet, were sacks of black spice. By magic, the Senior Partner had transformed the generic spice of Arrakis into something else entirely. Spice permitted humans to extend their lives and people like Paul Muad’dib to see the future, to transcend the limits of time. The black spice would have the same and greater effect on the undead. The monster before him would be like nothing any slayer had ever seen. Its innate gift of the sight would be amplified a million fold. It’s strength would rival the Old One’s
The Senior Partner stepped back and invoked the final spell. The entire planet of Gammu underwent temporal acceleration. One hundred years would pass here while only a month would pass for the universe outside.
“Welcome back Drusilla.” The Senior Partner thought. Around him, the Bene Gesserit formed themselves into packs to hunt down and capture the beast.
They would be a long time training it.
As the decades wore on, the Senior Partner became more and more convinced that these creatures of magic had to go.
Vampires, demons and slayers, were all symptoms of a disease that infected the universe, a disease that stemmed directly from The Destroyer. In the time between the creation of the universe by the arrival of the Destroyer and the arrival of the Old Ones to distant worlds life had sprung up, had naturally evolved from the dirt and oceans of a billion worlds.
The Senior Partners were the original inhabitants of the galaxy.
They were here millions of years before the Old Ones had crawled down from the sky. It was the species of the Senior Partners that had taught the Old Ones politics and science, and how to build mystical weapons and encouraged them to rise up against the Destroyer. They had corrupted the angels of heaven, and why shouldn’t they? This galaxy was theirs and they would have it back. The Old Ones had failed in their rebellion against the Destroyer.
The Senior Partner vowed he would not. He would see the Destroyer destroyed and his slayers wiped out of existence.