Illyria : In the beginning... the real beginning... There was the immeasurable dark. And in that void, we simply were. Eternal. Forever. Before time. There were no limits, then. No boundaries. I was the shaper. I was power... and the ecstasy of Death. I was worshipped. Adored. My immensity could not be contained. The world trembled at my feet. I was everything. I was all. I was FREE. Yet now I am trapped here, in this one realm, in this static time. The worlds are closed to me. I miss them. Even the one made of shrimp. Sometimes.
- A little help with the door, and... Allons-y!
Gunn : You're serious about this - learning how the other half lives.
Illyria : I am eternal. If I must spend the few remaining millennia with humans before they destroy themselves, I should at least make the effort.
Angel : Maybe I should try Mexico. On the way, I can stop in Los Angeles. It's a city of angels. Nothing could go wrong there.
Gunn : It's a stygian demon. They usually move in clusters. Which means...
Stygian demon : P-Please mercy.
Illyria : As you wish. I will destroy you all with a single blow.
Gunn : Urm, Illyria? I think you need to broaden your defination of "mercy".