Yes yes I know. I have two other stories I'm doing so why intro another. Well I'm just sick in the head that way. This story will take place in the Charmed universe. Again, not a crossover. I'm using that world, but no one from the show will be here. Well, besides some of the mythical creatures. I know I'm strange so I hope someone *else* likes this stuff. PG at first but NC-17 later of course.
Michelle sighed loudly and closed the book with a loud thump. The raven in the cage on her dresser ruffled its feathers in annoyance.
"Sorry Poe. I just got tired of studying."
She got up from her bed and set her Legal Ethics book next to the bird's cage. She opened the door and pulled the bird out, stroking down his feathers from the head.
"Want to stretch your wings?" The raven gave a loud caw and she smiled. She moved him to her shoulder and he spread his wings out wide, turning his head from side to side.
"Let's go see what everyone's doing."
Michelle Dessler made her way downstairs. She shared a house with her two other sisters; her oldest sister Karen and the middle sister Kate. Being the youngest had its advantages but it also was a pain sometimes.
Of course, being a witch evened it all out.
She was making her way into the kitchen when Poe shuffled.
"Want to go outside?" He squawked and batted his wings.
Michelle walked over to the window in the kitchen. Kate turned from her cooking to greet her sister. "Hey girl."
Michelle smiled at her then opened the window. The raven squawked again and jumped down onto the window sill, then took off.
Kate shook her head and continued cooking. "I don't see how you stand that thing. He's so stubborn."
"Oh right, like living with you and Karen hasn't prepared me for stubborn." Michelle swiped some toast and started eating.
She stared out the window, just daydreaming. Being a witch was a full time job, at least for them it was. They were special. The "charmed" ones as they were called. They were the most important line of witches ever born, tasked with keeping the balance between good and evil more on the good side. They were forever charged with keeping The Source in his place; always in danger of being attacked by demons wanting to make a name for themselves, always on the defense of warlocks wanting their powers to rule the world. And yet, she still found time to attend college.
Michelle smirked. She was almost done with law school. There was no way she was letting some demon get in her way.
A bright light appeared in the kitchen and then took the form of a blonde haired man.
Michelle smiled and spoke with her mouth full. "Hey Jack."
Kate turned from cooking and wiped her hands off on her apron. "I didn't expect you back this soon. Is something wrong?" She walked up and wrapped her arms around her husband.
"Nothing I couldn't handle. Just training a new whitelighter." Michelle watched as they kissed, a wistful sigh escaping. She got up from the table.
"I'm going to get ready. I got class in an hour." She made her way upstairs.
Kate pulled away from Jack and went about making him a plate of food. Jack kept his eyes on the stairs while talking. "Everything ok with Michelle? She seems upset about something."
Kate sighed. "It's hard being the 5th wheel. I'm married, Karen's married. Between her school and well…" she flailed her arms around in the air "…this, she hasn't had time to meet anyone. And really, you know it'll be harder on her to date someone that isn't magical. You're a whitelighter, Bill is a warlock. Really, it's slim pickings baby."
Jack took the plate she'd made and sat down, starting to eat. "It'll happen for her. It just takes time."
The bird flew over the city swiftly. It's destination a small cemetery on the north side of town. The raven known as Poe squeezed through a small opening in a mausoleum wall, coming to a stop on top of one of the sarcophagi. His small head looked from side to side, surveying his surroundings making sure he was alone. Satisfied he hovered down to the floor and concentrated. What was once a bird morphed into the shape of a man.
He was slightly on the tall side, with dark hair and dark eyes. His skin was tan and he looked to be of Hispanic decent. He rotated his neck and stretched his arms out, his joints making small popping sounds. He was dressed in a black dress shirt with black pants. He glanced once at the entrance to the tomb then seemed to be engulfed in flames and was gone.
Tony reappeared in the underground chamber and made his way to his library. He lived in a set of catacombs that laced the underworld from one end to the other. Created by his father, as prince he took on the design and construction when the old man died in the last surface war. Now he was the commander of forty legions of demons.
He entered the library and went straight to a short woman cloaked in flowing folds of red. She seemed to be looking off at nothing over a raised pool of still water. The closer he came though, he could see the milky color of her eyes. She was casting.
"Seer." His rough voice roused her and her eyes became clear. She turned to him and bowed slightly. "Lord Malphas."
"I told ya not to call me that. I can't do this if I slip up and introduce myself by my demon name." Tony started pacing slowly around the room. The seer just stood watching him. "As you wish my lord. Just don't let your human half influence your decisions."
Tony quickly approached her and growled as he spoke. "And you shouldn't forget who you're talkin' to. I may be half human but I am still the prince of Tartarus. Remember your place."
She bowed her head timidly. "Yes my lord." Tony resumed his pacing. "What of the witches?"
"Everything is the same. I'm posing as a pet to the youngest sister. Once there is an opening, I'll introduce myself."
"You know what you must do. They must be broken up. One of them must die. You eliminate one and The Source will be able to return to their plane. You'll rule the world at his side."
"Don'tcha think I know that?! It isn't that easy." Tony stopped pacing, his back to her.
"What's the problem? Make the youngest fall in love with you and when the moment comes, you strike."
Tony closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "When the opportunity comes, I will do what must be done."
The seer raised an eyebrow at his sorrowful tone. "Yes my lord."
"Leave me." He didn't bother turning, he heard her shimmer out of the room. He walked to the raised pool of water. It was perfectly still, filling a concrete bowl with ancient symbols carved into the sides. Tony leaned over the side and watched his reflection in the water. "Show her to me."
The water rippled, distorting his reflection and switched to show Michelle. She was talking to someone in her class. He watched as she smiled and then laughed at something someone said, reaching up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.
Tony's hand skimmed the surface of the water. "So this is what love feels like."