JUNE 3RD, 2022."Wyatt, keep quiet... " Chris wanted to orb his brother away. Even when he wasn't evil he was a nuisance. Not an ounce of tact, just raw power. It got frustrating more often then not.

Wyatt, having tripped over six things, cloping around like a blonde horse, just gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry Chris... I'm more open assault then stealth."

Sighing, Chris nodded even as he yanked his brother down. "I know, but you are our back up if we get caught up in a showdown." Shaking his head, Chris slowly lead his brother closer to their target.

A warehouse, stereotypically run down, covered in a powerful barrier. Their scries revealed hundreds of evil beings coming in an out of it. The barrier should have hid their power, but Wyatt's raw power ignored it entirely.

Naturally, their mom sent them to see what was going on.

"Okay, barrier spell..." Pulling out a spell, Chris grabbed Wyatt's hand. "Elemental forces I call to thee, rip a path through the barrier for me."

The simple spell made a ripple open it's way through the barrier. The two male Halliwell's rushed through, Wyatt covering both in his Elder invisibility cloak. Under the cover, they we horrified at what they saw.

There were in fact demons, but they were not alone. Humans, dozens, were being hearded like cattle toward a large portal on the floor. None fought back, their eyes blank and dropping. Clearly they were drugged.

Around them, two dozen guards watched and made rounds around them. All had guns, most had knifes. Some looked humans, most didn't.

Most were children, young teens. None could have been more then fifteen. The oldest child was fifteen, a shock of white hair emphasised his dark intense blue eyes.

A banshee... a male banshee.

"Chris... how is that possible? Was there anything like this in the past?"

Slowly, he shook his head. "Not in the slightest... there is no way he is not a hybrid. Male banshee can't exist through the curse, or misery..." His eyes scanned everyone. Their magic felt strange... "They are all halfbreeds... WYATT SHIELD!"

Years of experience and team work made Wyatt obey. Just in time for aix bullets to rip through the barrier, right through Wyatt's shoulders and left thigh.

Chris yanked him with a blast of telekinesis, horrified at the sight of his bloody brother. Wyatt's eyes were rolling in the back of his head, skin utterly pale.

"Wyatt, I can't heal you." He tried to stop panicking but couldn't help it. It was hard seeing Wyatt so weak, even after going through all of the crap seeing the past or evil Wyatt. "Hold on, I'll orb us out." He focused on home, but when he orbed or tried to orb, nothing happened. "I can't orb."

Two potions crashed under him, knocking the air out of him. Looking up, he saw the familar face of Mable Stillman.

"Anti orb spell, courtesy of my sister. Thanks, Chrissy."

He only could groan before passing out entirely.

"Good job, recruit." Sebastian Craw nodded, his recruit training collar burning even as he obeyed his monstrous master.

He didn't speak, even as his superior walked away. Bo Green was a hulk of a man, rippling with power and muscle. Seven Chevrons on his forearm designated his position as the strongest demon in the warehouse.

Of course, it was more the fear that stopped his voice, it was the collar. As half banshee, his voice was his weapon. The collar ensured he couldn't use it to attack his superiors, one of his kidnappers. Not that he wanted too.

"Well, well, two Halliwells... pity we can't kill you. Don't want to draw attention to our little operation... Basil, take their memories."

A cocky Darklighter stepped forward, dumping black dust on their forheads. Neither witch moved, even as he started to chant a spell. "With the winds, I cast this rhyme. Casting aside memory of this time. Replacing your memory, with the idea I give to thee."

Purple energy rippled on their foreheads, before dissipating. Both witches stood, the blonde healed his wounds. With smirks of pride they strutted away, genuinely believing they were victorious.

Bo chuckled. "Seems our plan worked. Basil, get that blood to Esther. I want this barrier blocked even from the twice blessed brat. Everyone else, continue the operation."

'Poor witches... still they were strong enough that we wiped their minds instead of killing them.'

Sighing internally, Sebastian continued his rounds. As he watched the humans being herded into the portal, Sebastion was reminded of his own predicament and how he ended up with a practical slave collar on his neck.

"Sixty, sevety, eighty... three. Nice. I got enough for rent." Very satisfied, Sebastian pocketed his stolen cash, stepping over the unconcious lady he just mugged. "Glen is going to be so happy." The street was empty, which fit since it was two in the morning.

Ears sharp, he kept aware as he strutted down the street. Hand on the knife hidden in the pocket sown into the inside of his jacket. He had been jumped way too many times to be anything less the cautious.

'Hell, most of the people who've mugged me live with me.'

Knowing less capable thieves would be jealous, he hurried down the street. Sounds other thieves, cats and rats and dogs rummaging through trashcans, homeless people breathing through congested noses echoed in his overly sensitive trained ears. He could hear them as if they were right next to him.

It came in handy, like right now, keeping himself safe from the idiots on the streets.

After about an hour of walking, with no incidents, everything changed.

"Bit foolish, isn't it?" A voice echoed. Random with no clear source. Yanking himself around, Sebastian began to panic. Six people encircling him, appearing from literal thin air. One person stuck out, a women with short brown hair. She opened her mouth and sound came fron everywhere but her. "Walking alone in an empty street, at night to boot."

Fear, filled every cell, but he refused to show it. Cautiously, he opened his knife and snuck it up his sleeve.

"You get used to it. What do you want?"

She smirked. "You, should you survive."

Then, like a mac truck hit him, Sebastian was flung back into the wall. He had less then three seconds to groan before he was forced to dodge an angry fist.

Years of survival kicked in, without thinking he knocked his assailants legs out, crawling on him and stabbing him twice in the chest.

He rolled away from the body, using the motion to tackle the next attacker, slamming his head into the pavement hard enough to crack the sidewalk.

Standing,and falling into a loose stance, Sebastian was stunned to see the women standing face to face with him.

"Very good... yes, you'll do nicely." In a flash, her mouth was on his. Warmth leaked in and his mind disconnected from his body. "Time to show you why you were born."

Mist gathered, the very air overwhelmed by the sheer vapor. When it cleared they were in a warehouse, filled with a ton of people, unmoving but terrified like he was.

The warehouse was really nice for a warehouse, massive of course, but very warm with clean floors and a lot of highly organised shelving. The cages were not welcoming, nor was the small group of strange looking people talking over a hologram of all things.

Loud clapping drew his attention from the warehouse, the source unknown, only for a man to shimmer into existence.

"Welcome new recruits. Names Bo Green. I was a decorated officer in the marines, fifteen years of service before I was dishonorably discharged in 1993 for beating a comrade after hearing a story of him sexually violating a Forgien women. After that I drifted, homeless for a while, without a reason to be alive. No one would hire me, considered me too violent, too broken to assimilate to civilian society. This went on for six years, until I got desperate enough to rob a home for food. I was caught, arrested and sentenced to twenty years. I thought my life was over... until, a man gave me an offer. Work for him, give him my time and life and I would be free. I would be given a chance at having a purpose, but I'd have to earn it, bit by bit over the course of years.

Naturally I said yes."

With a heavy smirk, he lifted his arm,revealing seven burn marks on perfect alignment.

"These Chevrons were a symbol, for each task completed, we would gain a power, becoming closer and closer to becoming a demon. I succeeded in this, along side a freind of mine." A fireball grew in his hand." My freind was in charge of training new recruits, until he died. Died at the hands of so called good magic. Our boss, the Source of all Evil, was slaughtered due to his arrogance. Those of us already transitioned, lived. Many did not, many died or lost all they earned.

This wasn't entirely bad, my head cleared. I gained back my sense of reason, my morality and humanity. But I also realized that Good... Good was just as vile as the Source was. They butchered Vampires for feeding, a task needed to survive. Grimlocks for taking the sight of children, something they needed to live. Then, they'd denounce us for everything, calling us evil despite slaughtering entire generations.

Are there evil demons, sure. Just as many humans are evil, but most wanted to live.

It was, in this dichotomy, and the loss on both sides, that this little operation was started. We realized in order to live, we had to be efficient, secret, working as one to ensure our safety. Problem, our numbers were diminished and Good was powerful in a way they had never been. Three witches, the strongest in history, gave birth to eight halfbreeds, powerful and unique... they all hunt us. Our population depletes more and more each day.

To counter that, I worked with Warlocks and Witches and Vampires to replicate the magic of the Source. To make new Demons... and so I have. Should you accept, joining our ranks, you will go through rigorous training. Brutal and unending. Each day, you will sip the blood of your trainer, and take on qualities they posses until you become half demons.

However, you get more then this. You get food, purpose, power, a place to sleep, the chance to be more then you are, the chance to move up the ranks and make a good life for yourself... the choice is yours."

In an instant, the hold on his body faded and he stepped forth. His choice clear. The powerful speech destroying any doubts.

"I accept."

Bo chuckled. "Good man, you sure? There is no turning back?"

"Yes... I am... I... I am tired of running for my life, working just to survive but getting nothing." He looked into Bo's eyes. "You gave me the chance to be something. I'm taking it. I accept."

Rough fingers gripped his wrists, searing painfully within him. A black mark, the shape of the chevron appeared.

He was lead towards the back, to a beautiful white haired women. Her eyes were blue, her hair white, fangs clear on her purple lips. Her skin impossibly white.

"I will be your trainer. Drink." In one motion, she slit her wrist.

The taste was orgasmic, his knees shook as sheer power washed through his body. Everything tingled, and then he was pulled away. A mirror was pushed into his face.

"What the...?"

His black hair had been bleached white, his green eyes a shocking blue. His tan skin an ashy grey. He looked like his trainer.

A cold collar slammed onto his neck. "This will keep you from betraying us until you prove your loyalty." The cold leaked into his throat. "Your only powers right now are advanced hearing and super screaming. The others will come as you earn your Chevrons."

Nodding slowly, Sebastian followed his trainer, numb on the inside. The shock was starting to set in.

"This is your room. For six months of bootcamp, you are going you stay here. You should have three Chevrons by them." She shoved him foward with way too much force possible for such a thin girl. "Get rest, you'll need it tommorow."

'And I have yet to regret it.' It had been three days. After some physical evaluations, basically to see how fit and sane he was, he was put on patrol after daily training. Today was his first day... seemed like he was doing pretty well.

'I can't wait for tonight, when I get to finally learn to use my power.'

It was beyond exciting.

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"How did the vanquish go?"

Chris smiled at his mom. "Good, just a bunch of rat demons. We vanquished them easily."

"I vanquished them easily, you just broke through the shield." Wyatt, as per usual, bragged. It was half tease, half serious.

All annoying.

Piper, their mom, rolled her eyes. "Don't make me ground you both."

Both boys cringed, nodding. Their mom, now that she had her full powers, was stronger then them both put together. Even Wyatt paled.

It was hard to disagree with her.

"Sorry... anyway, we were successful."

Piper grinned at them, tiny wrinkles appearing around her mouth. "I'm glad your safe. There are cookies in thr counter, help yourselves."

Naturally both sprinted to the kitchen, ignoring the tiny tingle of magic fully assimilating their new memories.

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Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

Yes, they broke through the barrier. It works like the barrier on the book of shadows. It will be explained...

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika, SPN