Prolouge- - The First Awakens
Deep within the Abyss of the Underworld, a once resting demon sat brooding in his shadowy domain. Recently arisen from mellenia of slumber, this demon was ancient, the patriarch of one of the strongest of demons known. His blood begat the royal line of the Source of all Evil, the ancestor of the likes of Balthazar and the recently deceased Source. He is the one of the First brood, the first demons ever created by the Powers That Be.
Within his minds eye, he gathered his immense power, as the living shades of shadow crept around him. He reviewed the events of the past during his slumber. They came to him in flashes, a great cacophony of sound and swirling lights. His descendants had dominated evil. He smiled as he realized he expected nothing less from his seed.
Despite the great power already at his command. He was weak due to his suspended animation. He needed time to gain his power back, and seek what he and a thousand other demons have sought. Power.
Chapter 1 -- Estrogen and Magic, A Volital Mix
3 Months Later
"Damn it, Piper! That food reeks!" Phoebe screamed as she walked through the door of the Legendary Halliwell Manor. The floor creaked as she walked through the parlor, her heels clacking the hard wood floor.
"Shush!" Piper immediately screeched back. "You asked me to cook you pancakes Ms. Estrogen, so quit complaining about your sensitive nose!" Despite the demeanor in her voice, Piper smiled. Happy yet sad for her sister, she was becoming an aunt before she became a mother. She scraped off the pancakes from the skillet, setting up the table for the large clan of Halliwells within the house, and of course her sister visiting from Cole and her place.
Leo orbed in, dressed in his normal plaid shirt and trusty faded jeans. He greeted her with a kiss and a good morning, as he sat down to enjoy his wonderful wifes cooking.
"Don't eat yet Leo, wait for everyone else. " Piper scolded, Leo frowned but obeyed his wife, it was too beautiful of a morning to argue over breakfast with his wife. He looked out the kitchen window, admiring the way the morning sun splayed through the trees.
Paige orbed in, dressed in her funky style, and with her hair dyed an obnoxious red to suit her alabaster skin. Without a word, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down. Knowing better to annoy Paige when she was tired, Piper didn't say a word as she set down next to her husband. With Phoebe entering the kitchen and sitting down, they began to eat silently.
"Cheerful breakfast Piper, Paige said sarcastically. She turned to Phoebe and asked, "Cole not joining us? Too good for us now? I mean, it didn't take him long to get moved out of the house."
Phoebe slammed her forearms on the table in aggravation at her younger half-sister. "Why do you have to be such a bitch! You hate Cole, just admit it!"Phoebe screamed. Piper's face blanched, horrified at where this conversation was going. Just last night after finding out about Phoebe's pregnancy, Paige had come to her about her suspicious about Cole being a demon again. Piper had her doubts about Cole and his honesty, but she wasn't sure if Paige was right or not. Either way, she had to mediate this situation.
Before Piper was able to speak up, Paige let the cat out of the bag. "Of course I do, Pheobe! He's a demon again. I know. I saw him using powers! The vampire who turned me, I met at Cole's house!"
But their conversation was interrupted, as a demon shimmered in. The black robed demon shot an energy ball at Piper, but she jumped out of her chair and dodged it by inches, the ball exploded the chair in thousands of splinters. With a yelp, Phoebe whipped around in a blur, as she gave the demon a fierce roundhouse kick to the neck, sending him flying deeper into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Paige orbed the kitchen knifes on the counter right above the demon, dropping into his skin with a thud.
He let out a yell, and he immolated from within, sending his eccense into the air.
"Now thats a wake-up!" Paige shouted.
Phoebe glowered at the redhead, her mouth twisted in fury. "I'm leaving. But this isn't over Paige!" With that said, she turned on her heel and left.
Paige looked after her in disapointment, and lowered her head. Dammit. Way to go Paige.
"Smooth Paige." Piper drawled as she left the kitchen to head to the attic. Leaving Paige and Leo standing shocked at this interesting breakfast.
Meanwhile- - In a Secret Chamber in the Underworld
"The guard will take their place along the aisle, before we begin the ritualistic chant. We will prepare the Oath for you, before you take your place as rightful ruler." droned the Dark Priest. He was faced with a tall, dark, and handsome demon, that had recently been filled with All of the Worlds Evil. Cole Turner, but now, he was the Source. They walked down together down the aisle toward a lone stand on a dais, that held a black book. the Grimore. Within it, lay the most powerful spells evil has ever known. Also, it contained the Oath, which gave a new leader of the Underworld, the fullness of the Sources Powers.
Cole cleared his throat, as the Preist opened the book. "Been a long time hasn't it?" he asked.
"500 years give or take a decade." the Priest replied. "Ah, here it is. The Oath. Upon completion, you will be given the full powers of the Underworld" he smiled.
"Will I feel different, after?" Cole asked again. "Perhaps.' the priest replied, 'Those that came before you described it of being. Complete."
"Have any of them been half human?"
"No this is a first. Now, it is time to begin the preparations. Your guards will show you to the vestibule." The priest extended his hand towards the back of the room.
Cole turned and walked towards the exit, as the Seer appeared in front of him. She looked quite distressed. Without breaking eye contact she ordered the demons to leave. They all shimmered or left out the door. " What is it Seer? You seemed worried." Cole smiled as he crossed his arms. "I am. We have a problem." she replied. "I have had a vision. An ancient and powerful demon has arisen within the abyss. One you must be concerned about." she said hotly.
"I am the Source! I am Power! Why should I concern some vagabond from the abyss?" Cole replied tartly, the evil scratching his voice.
"Oh, this is no vagabond demon. He is the Patriarch. I saw his glyph clear as day. I fear him of being one of the First Brood. But how that is, I do not know. But by what I have seen he is your ancestor. The bloodline of your kind begins with him."
"You can't mean--" he whispered. But interrupted by a chill moan, the air itself in pain. The seer's eyes widened, as the topic of conversation appeared before her. Her heart stopped cold, and felt as death itself had entered.
"Yes. She means I." a voice gravelly and hoarse as the shadows that surrounded him. Cole turned and saw a near spitting image of his own soul. He appeared to be human, but he was far from it. Clad in a black robe that glimmered as living shadows. His face bore several tribal glyphs that Cole knew by heart. His eyes were as black as night, and whips of shadow-stuff leaked from his eye. In the front of his robe was a golden primitive pyramid with the image of the setting sun. It was the symbol of the first demons, born into this world. The Night-Sun.
"You know who I am, scion of my bloodline. My name courses through your viens." the evil being smiled as Cole's face paled and as he whispered "Al-Zane Da'Unadante Raalchepi, the Master of Shadows.
"You can call me Chepi, spawn." he laughed, the sound of it chilled and rented the air, like sword on shield. His face went emotionless. "I have come for your mantle of power. You have no choice but to bend to my will, Balthazar."
Cole's face turned from fear to anger as quick as his ancestor's. "Not a chance. I am The Source of All Evil! None may rule but I! " Cole screamed in rage. With that he launched a powerful fireball at Chepi.
With a cheshire grin, Chepi vanished vanishing like shade, as the fireball passed through him. He reeappeared where he was previously standing. He raised his hands and a pit of endless darkness appeared before Cole's feet. He felt the emptiness of that black void, as hands of living darkness came from it. They wrapped themselves around him, as the hands clawed at his throat to choke him.
Cole grunted and struggled against his bindings as he sensed that the attack was not given full power. Cole smiled as he realized that despite Chepi's obvious power, he was not yet completely whole and strong. He allowed the shadow to envelope him completely, showing only his face. His eyes, flamed and rolled to the back of his head, letting the evil within out. "You're going to have to do better than that! " Cole growled. A surge of powerful flames blasted from within him, destroying the shadow with pure hellfire. "You re weak and old. I will send you to the wasteland!" Cole shouted with power that shook the cavern itself. He gathered the evil into a fireball and rested it in his hand. "Goodbye." he said gently, and sent the fireball at Chepi again. "For now." Chepi said, and vanished with the air shrieking around him.
The fireball hit the wall behind him, blowing a gaping hole into it. Cole sighed and breathed the painful smoke of rage out of his lungs. "He is powerful, but weak and not completely recuperated." Cole said knowing the Seer's fears and attempted to affirm her confidence in him. "Yet he will return, stronger and much more powerful than you can imagine, until you take the oath, and gain the full extent of your powers." The seer's eyes went white as she sought the ether of the future for a path to take. After a few moments, she spoke. "We need to distract him, while you take the oath. Go to your wife and her sisters, send them on his trail, but make sure not to lead them here, find an excuse to leave and I will begin finding another location for your coronation." With a nod from her master, she phased out.
Cole watched her leave, and paced the floor. His quick and able mind quickly formulated a proper strategy for dealing with the Charmed Ones, and how to skillfully manipulate the pieces around him. Despite his love for his wife, he still saw her as a piece on his grand chessboard, a piece but still a queen. Powerful and beautiful to behold. With a grin, he flamed out.