So he had won. He had survived. The universe was rent open, his soul was fetched from whatever nether-space it had been stashed in, and seared into his being like a brand. And then it began. The strident cacophony of what have I done? roared inside of him to epic proportions.  Nominee Sunnydale Memorial Fanfiction Awards Round 32, Best Angst.
Genre: Drama, Angst - Rating: R
Warning: Extreme Violence, Spike/Other
Words: 2,018 - Updated: 08/26/2016 02:07 am