A/N Sections on Islamic belief in demons taken from Wiki https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jinn
 
Sections on the Jewish teaching on souls taken from http://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/3194/jewish/What-is-a-Soul.htm


 
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Chapter 11
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 "...thus putting to rest speculation that former President Slobodan Milosovic might be one of these demonic races once and for all.  The results of the now standard DNA test showed a near 98% human purity meanwhile the former Yugoslavian President remains in custody awaiting trial on charges of war crimes.
 
In other news, Silvio Berlusconi has won the general election becoming the Prime Minister of Italy for the second time..."
 
Angel switched off the television, "They should check Berlusconi.  Anyone who heard his singing on those cruise ships back in the 50's would suspect at least a bit of demon."
 
"Should I alert what's left of the Rome office? They might want to warn him." Lindsey McDonald leaned against the door-frame of the office at the Hyperion with a large smirk at having caught the souled vampire talking to himself.
 
"What the hell are you doing here, McDonald?  Thought Wolfram and Hart closed up shop for the duration.  I expected you to head back to punching cows or whatever you punch on your off-time back in Texas."
 
"Oklahoma," Lindsey corrected him. 
 
"What do you want, Lindsey? I'm kind of busy at the moment.  Well, too busy for you at any moment, actually."
 
Lindsey looked around at the various taped boxes and bags, "Looks like I finally get my wish.  Leaving L.A., Soul Boy?"
 
"That why you're here?  Plan to turn me in?  Need to get in line for that after the loud-mouthed demagogue on the radio pretty much drew a map to my door."  Angel continued riffling through the office drawers, making certain he was leaving no evidence of where he was going and leaving no trail to follow.
 
"Me?" Lindsey put a hand to his heart and gave a look of mock horror at the thought.  "Actually, big guy, I'm here to make an offer."
 
"What makes you think you have anything to offer that I'm interested in?"
 
"A goodwill gesture then.  In memory of Darla." Lindsey dropped all pretense of sarcasm at the mention of her name.  Maybe the vampiress had used him, had only loved Angel, but that didn't mean she hadn't taken Lindsey's heart to hell with her.
 
Angel narrowed his eyes in suspicion.  "What about Darla?"
 
"I loved her.  Did everything to keep her alive," Lindsey sighed sadly.  "All you cared about in the end was the baby.  How is Connor anyway?"
 
"None of your business."
 
"Well, she might not have been in a place to hear it, but I did promise to always make certain the kid got the best shake out of life.  I may be pretty morally fluid, but I keep my promises to those I love." Lindsey's expression was grim but resolved.  "That bitch Lilah's been talking.  Went to the local head of the Humans Only campaign and told them about the mystical baby of two vampires.  Ordinarily, I'd have used my contacts at W&H to fix things, but since the Senior Partners have pulled out of this dimension until all this blows over, that avenue is closed."
 
"So you came to warn me?  Gloat?  Spit it out.  I don't have time to play your games, cowboy."  Angel growled at the implied threat to his baby son.
 
Lindsey smirked and held out his hands as in surrender, "Down, boy!  I'm just the messenger.  Thought you'd want to know what's in the wind.  Maybe do the right thing by Darla's son and get him somewhere safe."
 
"MY son is fine, thank you.  Okay, you've delivered the message, don't let the door hit you on the way out," Angel snarled.
 
Lindsey glared at this vampire-he-most-hated.  "You know, one day you might just be grateful that I DO care about the boy.  It might just save your life."
 
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Chaim Rosenberg looked up from his newspaper and let out a deep breath.  "It's like watching history repeat itself.  Doesn't anyone ever learn from the past?"
 
"What's that, Dad?"  Ira reached for another toasted bagel and set aside his own section of the paper.
 
"This...THIS!” Chaim could feel his blood pressure rise as he pointed to the headline.
 
Ira gave a slight glance at the headline and shrugged.  "I don't understand why you are so upset, Papi.  Those laws only apply to non-humans.  Nothing for us to worry about."
 
His father gave him a look of profound disappointment.  "I thought your mother and I raised you better.  Raised you to care about injustice, even when it didn't directly affect you.  All this success of yours has hardened you," Chaim shook his head sadly.  "At least Willow still has a soft and caring heart.  You should be proud."
 
Ira, having only paid attention to part of his father's musings, blinked and then agreed.  "We're very proud of Willow.  She's still pulling in a 4.0, even with all the social turmoil.  I still wish she had taken that scholarship to Harvard, but she wanted to stay here in Sunnydale," he shook his head in disappointment.
 
"You be proud of her head, I'll be proud of her heart," her grandfather muttered.
 
Sheila Rosenberg pulled up a chair and sipped her morning coffee.  "It's that strange friend of hers, that Bunny girl who was always causing trouble back in high school.  We should have nipped that in the bud right away.  Willow would be in a proper school excelling as she should."
 
Chaim rose from the table taking his paper with him.  "Blind and stupid, and this from my own loins?"
 
"What's got your dad in a turmoil today, honey?"
 
Ira shrugged, "Something in the new anti-demon laws, I guess.  You know how he always projects.  I knew he had a hard life back in the day, but this isn't Germany and it's not the 1930s."
 
Sheila patted his hand affectionately, "No, it certainly isn't. He'll be fine. I've had more than a few patients projecting.  Other Jews like Papi who seem to see Nazis everywhere, Blacks and other minorities who seem to feel it's a civil rights issue being fought all over again.  They just don't understand that these creatures aren't human!  There's nothing to compare."
 
"Your practice must be booming if it's upsetting so many people.  Lots of new patients, my lovely doctor wife?"  Ira teased.
 
"Enough," Sheila laughed.  "Who knew psychology would be such a booming business?"
 
"Keep that up and my law practice will look like small potatoes in the household wage-earning scheme of things," Ira agreed.
 
"Just don't change your specialty from Corporate Law to anything having to do with all these new laws or it will be an issue we need to look into!  I don't want us to be anywhere near this quagmire."
 
"Speaking of Willow...have you seen her or that girlfriend of hers --what's her name?  Tina?... lately?"  Ira poured another cup of coffee and gazed lovingly at his wife.
 
"Not really.  She came by a couple of days ago, but she only wanted to talk to Papi.  I'm not too thrilled with the idea of him putting radical ideas in her head.  She needs to concentrate on school, not social issues that don't affect her.  Perhaps you could speak to your father about that?  Not so much with the calls to action and more with the educational encouragement."  Sheila pursed her lips in disapproval.  "No doubt she gets enough of the other from that group of friends of hers...always off doing God knows what!"
 
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Warren Mears looked around the church hall decked out with banners proclaiming the fledgling group's name and battle cry proudly.  'Youth for Humans. Resistance is futile!'  As usual, Andrew was late and Jonathan was once more a no-show.  He'd have to have a talk with Shorty about that.  If he kept missing meetings, some of the guys might start to think he wasn't committed to keeping humans safe and pure.
 
Teenagers began to filter in, all in high spirits from their patrol of the town's nighttime streets.  Warren was giving his big speech tonight.  He was starting to like public speaking, just like Reverend Baker had said he would.  He had always been a natural leader.  Now he had a room filled with willing followers ripe for the leading.
 
He nodded to Andrew, who had just rushed through the door at the last minute bearing boxes of cookies for the after-meeting, then he walked to the makeshift podium and tapped the microphone.  "Ahem.  Yeah.  If everyone will sit for a while, we can start," Warren urged.
 
The room of mostly boys and a scattering of girls shuffled to their folding chairs.
 
"Youth for Humans!" Warren shouted as the room shouted in echo.  "Resistance is futile!" Again the group parroted his cry.  "We stand between decent people and the monsters that want them dead.  We ARE the power!"
 
Cheers and elbows nudging one another greeted that hubris.
 
"Before we get to the cookies donated by the ALL HUMAN Lemonte bakery, we've got a bit of business and a battle plan to hash out."  Several of the teens looked at the table heaped with yummy sugary goodness with rapture.  "Sunnydale has about 38,000 citizens.  We're still not sure how many aren't fully human, because, being a small town, we haven't got enough DNA kits to test everybody yet."  He held out his hand to still the grumbling.  "Calm down, they're coming.  Just slower than we'd like."
 
The room quieted again as he motioned for silence.
 
"The good news is the new laws are all Federal and we don't have to wait for some stupid City Council to start making sure they are followed.  Anyone found to be a demon, non or sub-human, now includes half-breeds or partials.  Anyone with anything other than pure human blood going back to great-grandparents, even if only one would be classified as non-human or demon, makes someone a sub.  They aren't allowed in our hospitals, our schools, not as teachers or students or any other position.  They have to register all their property, including businesses. Hey, you know all that!  Anyway, guess who has a list of those businesses right here in SunnyD?"  Warren smiled and waved a paper.
 
The group cheered.
 
"That's right, boys and girls.  We have an enemies list right here, all legal and official.  I say we break a few windows, bash in a few doors,” Warren grinned in glee.  "What do you say?"
 
"Humans only!" they began to chant.
 
***
 
Willow and Giles looked around the table at the small group of religious leaders who had taken it upon themselves to begin a small but thus far effective resistance movement against the insanity that was the new world post the great reveal.  They were calling it the 'Lighthouse Project'.
 
"I just cannot use the term demon for these people," the young Imam huffed.  "The Holy Koran is quite clear on what it is to be a demon.  Iblis--or the devil, as you call him--was a Jinn who refused to bow before Adam.  The jinn can be good, evil, or neutrally benevolent; they have free will like humans and unlike angels.  These beings are able to be seen by humans and don't fit the clear descriptions in the Holy Book.  Besides, even if they are demons, the Holy Book also mentions that Muhammad, peace be upon him, was sent as a prophet to both "humanity and the jinn", and that prophets and messengers were sent to both communities.  How can any decent Muslim condemn them out of hand?"
 
"We in the Talmud also know of demons, although they are a minor--you could say bit--player in the scheme of creation.  Demons are supernatural, malevolent beings with the power to cause hurt to humans.  I know some of these people being called demons and they are not all malevolent by any means!" Rabbi Goldstein agreed.  "I agree with Kalil; these terms are helping no one."
 
Giles shrugged.  "The Council referred to them as demons, but that is only since Christianity came to the fore.  Prior to that, the literature referred to them by various names, usually the types they call themselves.  I believe now even they tend to use the term ‘demon.’  It's rather a case of semantics."
 
Father Quinn blustered, "Well, whatever we call them or they call themselves, this whole situation stinks.  Good are being swept up with the bad, and ordinary decent people are just going along with it!  That's not right, no matter how you slice it.  Smacks of pure bigotry.  No place in God's creation for bigotry of any kind."
 
"Amen to that," Pastor Prentiss nodded.  "Thanks for all the summaries you put together for us," he pointed to the binders on the table in front of them all.  "It'll help us reach out to the ones we encounter here in Sunnydale, maybe get the good ones to someplace safe--if there is someplace, that is."
 
Willow swallowed and hoped Angel's group had managed to put something workable in place already.  "A friend of ours has been working on a refugee camp up in the mountains near the Canadian border.  I haven't heard from him in a few days, but it looked like it was coming together."
 
"This friend,” Reverend Prentiss smiled, "He one of the 'good ones' or a human like us?  Not caring for any reason, except I get the feeling some of those supernatural powers might come in handy in a place like that."
 
"He's a vampire--in fact, one with a soul," Giles cleared his throat.  "He has been working on his redemption for a while now.  As long as he has his soul, he's dependable and an asset."
 
"As long as he has his soul?  How can one lose a soul? “Rabbi Goldstein looked puzzled.  "In Judiasm, the soul is the self, the "I" that inhabits the body and acts through it. Without the soul, the body is like a light bulb without electricity. With the soul, the body acquires life, sight and hearing, thought and speech, intelligence and emotions, will and desire, personality and identity.  Everything has a Soul, not just the human being, but also every created entity possesses a "soul." Animals have souls, as do plants; every blade of grass has a soul.  How can this Angel person live in any form with no soul?"
 
Giles looked stymied.  "Perhaps soul isn't the proper term either.  I'm really not certain.  There is something lacking in a vampire once they are turned.  It permits them to kill and do all manner of evil with no conscience, no remorse.  Without it they are vicious and more animal than human.  Indeed, Angel himself calls it his soul."
 
"How do you explain the evil in humans?  The killers and those with no conscience?  Would you say they have no soul?"  Rabbi Goldstein was warming to the topic and ready for an intellectual debate on the subject. "As for animals, well, not many of them are wild killers."
 
"Perhaps, like the term ‘demon’ we should just consider the term ‘soul’ as being used as a point of reference only?" suggested Father Quinn.  "I doubt we'll all come to any agreement or even scratch at the truth just debating among ourselves.  Now’s not the time to be arguing about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. Point is, the guy can be trusted as long as whatever it is holding him back from killing is in place.  That right?"
 
Giles nodded, "Yes, that about sums it up."
 
"I can work with that," said Reverend Prentiss.
 
"There is also a series of tunnels and caves that Spike put together here in Sunnydale in case it would be needed.  He used many of the ones that have been here for ages, but he concealed entrances and made connections that weren't there before.  They all join and eventually lead to an opening at the base of Kingman's Bluff and the cove beyond the beach there.  We figured if we had to, that it would work either for hiding out or making a run for it via boat if things got too bad.  It might work well to connect the operations, and funnel people and demons up from L.A. through Sunnydale then via ship to Washington and the hidden camp there." Giles began to think out loud.
 
Father Quinn had followed Giles train of thought carefully and nodded in agreement at the possibilities.  "Who is this Spike?"
 
"Spike's another Vampire who’s been working with us," Willow offered.  "Well, until the last few days.  He's kinda gone underground."
 
"And he has a soul as well, this Spike?" asked the somewhat puzzled Imam.
 
"No, but he does have a chip!" Willow brightened.
 
"Perhaps I can explain," Giles offered, settling in for a long evening.
 
***
 
Tara wished she had just joined Willow and Mr. Giles at the meeting with the resistance group.  Waiting around for them to return was driving the normally patient girl crazy.  "It's all those crazy groups of people; they scare me more than any of the scary things that we've always dealt with. “
 
Anya nodded.  "Yes, frightened humans mobs are far scarier than most demons.  Usually they run faster too, often with weapons."
 
Xander rushed in with a worried look on his face. "I think you'd better close up shop, Ahn.  They just passed an ordinance against magic users.  Seems they had a prisoner that linked magic with demons and it isn't looking pretty."
 
Anya paled, "You mean they are going to take away my business even without thinking I'm a demon!  That goes against capitalism!  They can't do that!"
 
Tara bit her lip in nervousness. "Any idea who the prisoner was?  And…and what kind of ordinance?"
 
"No clue, but it was some guy heavy into the dark stuff, I guess.  As for the ordinance, so far it’s just fines, I think, but they are pushing to make magic use illegal."  Xander looked around and wondered how they could manage to keep the shop open without violating the new law.  He couldn't think of a way.  "When will Giles get back?"
 
"They were supposed to be back at least a half-hour ago.  They had a lot to talk about, though."  Tara looked out the window wistfully and spotted her young friend Davey West.  He was running in desperation and followed by a small group of teenage boys.  "Don't lock me out!" She yelled over her shoulder as she made a mad dash to try to help the boy.
 
"Tara!" Xander yelled in panic then rushed out to try to help as well.
 
Tara was facing off the mob of hooligans and standing over the fallen boy. "Davey is as human as you are!  Maybe more.  He has an illness, even a doctor's note to prove it.  Leave him alone!"
 
The crowd wasn't to be appeased.  "Look at him!  Nothing human there...look at the lumpy face."
 
"He has neurofibromatosis.  He's human!" Tara was nearly in tears. 
 
One of the bigger teens grabbed Tara by the arm and wrestled with her to get her away from the crying boy on the ground.  "Get away from him, bitch!  We can tell a non-human when we see one."  He swung Tara into the wall, her head making a sickening cracking sound as she connected.
 
"The lady said stay back!" Xander demanded.  "Go bother real demons and stop manhandling women and people with illnesses."  He stood to his full height and glowered at them.  "The police have already been called.  Unless you want to spend some time in jail for assault, you'd better shove off," he bluffed.
 
One of the boys whispered in the ear of the bully who had hurt Tara.  "Yeah, well, maybe he is human. You'd better hope so, for your sake, 'cause don't think I'm not going to report the little sniveler and you."  The mob moved on.
 
Xander went to help Tara, only to find her unconscious and bleeding from the back of the head.  "Is Tara going to be okay?" Davey asked.
 
"God, I hope so," Xander replied.  If not, there would be hell on earth from Willow.
 
***
 
"And so from Spike we know that this Initiative was at least around in 1943.  The U.S. group was called Demon Research Initiative but the ones actually capturing demons and experimenting were the Nazis.  Spike said they had a plan for a vampire army."  Willow summed up the story of Angel and the submarine that he'd been sent to deliver to the American authorities back during the war.
 
"So Senator Proctor isn't wrong," Chaim broke his silence.  "It was something right out of the Nazi nightmare.  Still is, just like I've been saying."
 
Willow patted her grandfather's arm affectionately.  "This time we'll just have to fight back and win sooner."  Her cell phone began playing the Indigo Girls 'Power of Two' ringtone that Tara had programmed in.  "Hi, sweetie....Xander?..."
 
The color drained from her face and she looked, wild eyed, at Giles, "We need to go to the hospital right now!"
 
 
 
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