A/N: For this story, I've decided to ignore a couple (non major) canon aspects of the story.

Wyatt's Status as Twice-Blessed was not removed. It was in the main storyline, but I've decided to ignore it, due to the fact that it would not make sense for Wyatt to have half the powers he does without the title.

Mortals cannot control powers. Instead, it's just very difficult, and they need stricter mentoring than most. Also, they must have their powers willingly bestowed by a magical being.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CHARMED.

Kavaran stood at the opening of the cave, overlooking the horrible, barren Demonic Wasteland and the devastation that had been wrought by the equally terrifying Beast and found that he could not care less. All he ever felt anymore was bitterness eating away at his being, his sanity. He barely noticed where he was anymore. That was the problem with isolation, you had time to reflect. Kavaran did not want to reflect. The only things he had to reflect on were mistakes, the kind that get you killed.

Hesitation was the only mistake he had ever made, and was indeed a most critical error. He had hesitated to kill seven-year-old Pamela Halliwell, which resulted in the Nine being able to vanquish him. He had hesitated when his powers had fallen not three feet away, and they had been devoured by that horrible beast. He hesitated every time a demon was vanquished by a witch, somewhere on Earth, and its powers fell to the ground, waiting to be obtained, and that was why he was still in this hell.

Kavaran was a demon, and had once had demonic powers. Once he had been vanquished, however, the powers had separated from him. They were gone now, devoured, consumed by the giant worm that was the Beast.

Most demons, Kavaran had noticed, were destroyed coming into the atmosphere, leaving only their powers, which fell and were devoured, like his. It didn't take him long to find out why he hadn't burned up. He still clung to the desire for revenge, and that desire had held his body together as he fell to the ground.

His plan was formulated, now all he had left to do was wait for the ideal opportunity. At least two evil forces must be vanquished at the same time, and their powers would both have to fall reasonably close to his location. Although he hated the idea of losing potential power, he knew he would have to take the lesser of the two. The Beast always went for the most powerful first. The real world was only a Shimmer, a Blink, or a Glisten away. All Kavaran had to do was obtain the power.

Step two was to exact revenge by any means necessary. The Nine would pay for what they had done to him! He would not continue to be disgraced this way for long!

The Nine! What a distasteful thought! The Twice-Blessed Child, Wyatt, was the oldest. His vast array of powers included Projection, the ability to manipulate reality. It was a very fearful thought for lesser demons, though it wasn't powerful enough to affect any of the more powerful. Chris, Wyatt's younger brother, could do amazing things with telekinesis. He also had an ability to make up a spell on the spot. Melinda, the youngest of those three, had mastered the power of Deflection while battling Kavaran. It had been a key factor in his defeat. The twins, Tamora and Kat, specialized in molecular powers. Tamora could speed them up and Kat could slow them down. Prudence Johanna had a whole host of things to Call to her hand, most being weapons. And Henry shouldn't even have had powers! He wouldn't have if not for his witch mother and the Avatars. He could conjure matter out of nothing. Parker was the one he had to defeat, if he ever wanted to make it to his goal. She could see the future. Pamela was only seven when Kavaran had confronted the Nine, but her ability to make others levitate had severely limited Kavaran's powers. They would all die, slowly and painfully. He would kill the Twice-Blessed last, so he could watch his family, which he was very protective of, die around him and know that he had failed.

Kavaran himself looked horrible. He had spent almost a year in this place, constantly running and never sleeping. He no longer needed sleep. Sleep was for the weak, anyway. Only demon hybrids needed sleep, not pure ones like he. The endless running was what got to him. He had never ran from an opponent before, not even after his vanquish was certain. That had been before he was reduced to a powerless ruin of his former self, however. He was above nothing. He would accomplish anything for survival, and even more for new powers.

Suddenly, Kavaran heard multiple screams. His advanced and trained senses could make out three voices. Three! What luck! There was a very high chance of him accomplishing what he came here for now! He dashed into the opening, and prepared for a race. The Beast would be upon them soon as well, trying to devour the powers that Kavaran had waited so long for.

The first demon that Kavaran saw was Gar, a member of the Reconstituted Brotherhood of the Thorn and a demon Kavaran knew personally. He was very powerful, and Kavaran knew that he would certainly be unable to gain those powers. That was fine, though. He had prepared for months to pass up something like this. He wore regular clothing, meaning he must have been undercover in the mortal world during his vanquish.

The second was a less powerful demon that Kavaran had never met. He could sense a respectable level of power, though nothing close to his former glory or Gar's power. The demon appeared to be female, but Kavaran couldn't tell from this distance. Her attire included a black demonic robe. That must have meant that she was vanquished during a ritual of some sort.

The third and least powerful of the three was a warlock. This warlock was incredibly powerful, though his power was considered lesser because he was not a true demon. Even from a distance, Kavaran could tell that he must have killed some very powerful witches to gain some of the powers he had. This was the one, yes, and not a bad one either. A look of determination hardened on Kavaran's face as he watched the three explode, leaving only the aura of powers.

He thought it over as the powers fell through the air. If he went back with a warlock's powers, but his title as demon still intact, would he be considered a warlock or a demon? NO! These were the thoughts that led to hesitation, and hesitation had gotten him killed. He couldn't hesitate, he would not, and he could always steal demonic powers later, or even come back here to gain some more. He readied himself for the sprint, and watched as the beast reared its ugly head, having just appeared from underground.

Kavaran had broken into a run before the powers had even touched the ground, having predicted where they were going to fall. This was the run for his life, and also for his freedom. He would run full speed through the power, and not stop until after he had Blinked away.

There were five powers on the ground where the warlock's had fallen, swirling and manifesting themselves as unexplainable light auras. Five was a good collection to have for a warlock, even if one of those powers was a give in. He vaguely wondered what they were, though it was not important so long as one of them was Blinking. He could gain more later, either here or in the real world.

As predicted, the Beast went after Gar first. One by one, his powers were drained into the Beast's long, well-fed stomach. It then went straight for the female demon. Kavaran was almost there, fully committed. There was no way he was turning around now, not when he was so close. His lungs felt as though they were on fire, but he didn't care. He had long outgrown pain. It was all he had known since coming here, and it no longer bothered him.

The Beast was done with the female demon, but Kavaran was only about twenty feet away from what he needed. The Beast could not reach him in time. Kavaran smiled broadly as his foot made contact with the warlock's fallen powers.

One by one, the gifts entered his system. Kavaran instantly knew what they were when they settled within him. The power to slow down molecules to the point where they freeze and crystallize was first. Then Shapeshifting followed. The power to stretch his body was after that. Fourth, he was granted the power to strangle things. Finally, he was granted the power to Blink.

The Beast came directly at him, though it had to have known that it was a vain attempt. Vowing to return one day to kill the foul creature, Kavaran focused on the place he had wanted to be for a year, blinked his eyes, and was gone.

A/N I know it's short, but it's more of a prologue than anything else. I promise it will get better. Anyway, what did you guys think? All reviews are appreciated and welcomed.