The three Bacchae were drawn to the lair of their God, gliding through the black night to a network of caves secluded deep within Miller's Woods on the outskirts of Sunnydale. The entrance to the cave gave no outward signs to the ancient evil that was rising within. The fierce vision of the Bacchae devotees pierced the darkness of the cave's first chamber and then to the dim light that emanated from their lair. The Bacchae flew through what would be a maze to any who were not followers of Bacchus before they came upon the rapturous sight that was Bacchus' inner sanctum.
Landing on the cold stone ground Chloe took in the wonder of everything she was seeing with her new eyes. Xena and Gabrielle were clearly calmed to return to their lair, fellow Bacchae and the reason for their being, Lord Bacchus. However they could still remember what Bacchus' lair had been like at the true height of his power. Modest grapes had begun to grow on the cave's walls, in contrast to the supernatural fruit that had once supplied the Bacchae with Bacchus' ever flowing divine blood. No pulsing lights swirled around the room, instead a more muted pulse for the Bacchae to sync their dance to. Lording over this all, seated in a sinister ornate throne, was Bacchus.
The God of Wine had seen better millennia. Wearing a black leather tunic with a plunging V and leather black pants Bacchus kept a similar aesthetic to his followers. His once impressively muscled physique was atrophied, the deep red skin lighter and not as stark, one of his black horns was cracked. Bacchus held the armrests of his throne with taloned hands adorned by bracers linked to his voluminous black cape. He appeared to be using the throne for support even moreso than as a position of power.
To Xena and Gabrielle their Lord was still their everything, a target of their true desire and obedience. To the newest Bacchae Chloe, Bacchus was as magnificent a sight as she could imagine. She immediately dropped to her knees in a bow of reverence, averting her eyes from the glory of Bacchus. Xena and Gabrielle knelt more deliberately, an act observed nearly the same over two thousand years.
In the pressence of Bacchus' weakened state. Xena and Gabrielle vowed that their Lord would once again have the power that He deserved, New Bacchae were joining Lord Bacchus and more would join still, the Slayer would forfeit her blood to the God of Wine and the Bacchae would rule again!
Bacchus regarded his returning Bacchae with a pleased grin. "Xena!" He said abruptly, his voice still deep if not booming, "So good of you to... return to us," Bacchus huffed his signature laughter slowly and bid for her and Gabrielle to rise. The two Bacchae now looked up to their master as Chloe remained on her knees. Around them their fellow Bacchae swayed in dance and others engaged in carnal delights their moans were music to all assembled.
"You have brought me a new child," Bacchus smiled, "Rise, young one," Chloe obeyed Bacchus command, standing up her stark white nude body shimmering in the light of the sanctum. Bacchus looked over her pale breasts and bare sex, "How lovely," He chortled once more while Chloe shuddered in the shear ecstasy of being so close to the divine being. Bacchus gestured around them, a motion that appeared to cause him some strain, Chloe followed his lead and took in the lovely sight of all of her Bacchae sisters. Following Bacchus' will Chloe sauntered away from before his throne and into a group of swaying Bacchae, they welcomed her into their ranks with beckoning clawed hands, writhing up to her until she was enveloped by their numbers.
Bacchus smiled in lustful satisfaction before turning back to Xena and Gabrielle, snapping their own desirous gazes back to him. "Were you able to learn anything else about this town, of The Slayer?"
"Yes, Master" Xena answered her yellow eyes gleaming with pride. While Xena spoke Gabrielle swayed in place partially following the rhythym of the assembled Bacchae, her eyes never leaving Bacchus, her mouth lolling open in a soft hiss to display her fangs intermittently.
Xena continued, "This one knew of one of The Slayer's friends," She offered a fanged smile, "One who is gifted with magic."
"Willow Rosenberg," Bacchus replied while nodding, The surprise on Xena's pale features was clear though Bacchus didn't pause, "Is that all you learned?"
"Yes, Master," Xena bowed her head.
"Your fellow Bacchae have been busy tonight," Bacchus grinned evilly. "Come before me...Friend of Buffy!" Bacchus outstretched his arms to a group of his Bacchae.
A group of Bacchae parted, first revealing Chloe, now dressed in the outfit of her fellow Bacchae, hair pulled back enough to stay in place as she too moved out of the way, her cape swaying amongst the others. Soon enough another Bacchae stepped forward, her steps now deliberate having been called to attention by Bacchus himself.
Her hair was short and cropped back, her modest pale breasts holding firm by her top. Her yellow eyes were lovingly fixed upon Bacchus. "How may I please you, Master?" Anya asked, her new fangs causing a slight lisp.
Bacchus laughed slowly, "Tell us once more, those close to The Slayer... and where we may find them,"
Anya listed her former friends and associates dutifully. When she finished Bacchus grinned, "Now, go play," Anya bowed her head before returning to the nearby Bacchae. Chloe had propped up against a stalagmite and hiked up her tight skirt. Anya eyed the bald white pussy with lust, swaying down as Chloe's black claws guided her in.
Bacchus turned back to his most skilled servants, "Xena," He smiled. "I have a new job for you..."
Xena listened with rapt attention, hissing softly before smiling evilly and taking off back into the night with a beastial snarl.