Author's Note: All things of the Charmed Ones are owned by the people who created the show. The characters Belthazor/Cole and other belong to them and not me. What I claim is how I am percieving the mother and father of Cole/Belthazor. Two unsung characters which fans have only seen a few moments of. I enjoyed writing this and hope to write another story with Cole/Belthazor's mother. I find it funny how I write this and Mother's day is coming up.
"Through A Mother's Eyes"
By Catney
Marble.
White marble.
Tears.
He's crying on your tomb, husband. The tears
won't stop. I can't stop them. Ever since he saw
you die. Ever since he saw me kill you.
Damn you.
You had to be such a good father. I choose you
because I thought you would have kept away
from him. Thought you would have held you're
work in a higher opinion than your family. Just
like so many other men. Instead you built your
world around him. I watched you skip meetings
and dismiss clients to be with him. You showed
him compassion, kindness, and patience.
You nearly ruined him.
Damn you. I know it's useless to curse at you
now. Your soul is beyond me, my husband, but
I won't let you ruin him. Your legacy dies with
your flesh and bones. None of him will be like
you.
Cole. You gave him that name. I tolerated it for
three years. Swallowed my rage and annoyance
each time that name was uttered. You would
never have understood the name I gave him.
Gave him the moment he was in my womb.
Belthazor. His name is Belthazor and he is none
of you!
He's crying out of angst and fear. It's like he
thinks his tears will bring you back, husband.
How naive he is.
He's still crying. My child is frightened of me.
This demon form which I was born to, he
doesn't know it and I will not revert to that
human form. In fact I refuse to. It will remind
me of you and I want to forget you. I want him
to forget you.
He has too much potential. I won't let it go to
waste.
As I take him from that space between your
tomb and the mausoleum's wall, he flays in my
arms. Kicking and screaming because I am
frightening in my demon form. How helpless my
child must feel. I'll teach him to hate that
helplessness. It will give him greater strength to
loathe feeling weak or to show any weakness.
He's calling out to you. Can your soul hear it,
husband? This will be the last time he calls to
you. I'm taking him to the Source. He will be
the one who turns this battle against good to our
side.
* * *
The Source is pleased with our son. How does
that make you feel my husband? I'm guiding
him in developing his power and you can't
imagine the strength he has! It's wondrous! I'm
joyous of the son we've made, but how do you
feel now? Knowing what he'll become.
Now I am his mentor for the first stage of his
training. Such a flower blooming with all that
rich dark power. It's almost beyond what I
thought would have come. I have no regret of
my joining you, husband. What a son you've
given me.
* * *
He has killed his first Innocent, husband.
Belthazor has done a great deed for us. Evening
the score by taking out what remained of the
good campaign a coven of witches were running.
They had vanquished so many of our best
soldiers. Training the new ones to replace them
had been hard.
Then the Source decided to test him, our
Belthazor. He went and came back victorious.
This shows great promise for this son of ours. I
wonder how your soul writhes knowing this
from what heaven you rest in.
* * *
Your Cole. My Belthazor. He is the greatest
warrior among us. Barely five decades old and
he's already revered. A favorite weapon of the
Source. A member of the Brotherhood. The
Brotherhood! No demon has ever been accepted
so quickly. I'm glowing know that you gave
him to me. Though, I would be joyous, if it
wasn't for one thing.
He's using his human form.
The form in which he came into this world. It's
perfectly known that his demon form is stronger,
much more powerful. Yet this human form has
helped him so much in countless missions.
Witches cannot sense his demon blood in that
form. Neither can any demon. It's the perfect
disguise.
My Belthazor. Your Cole. He can change from
one form to the other as easily as one would put
on a cloak. Yet I am not joyous.
That form reminds me of you, husband, and it
drives me mad. To see a form of you still there
in front of me. I dare not tell him because I want
him to forget you.
You still haunt me, husband and I do not know
why.
Somehow your soul calls him back to your
family's mausoleum. He feels safe there. Why
is your soul giving him such protection? Why
do you still love him after all he's done? You're
morals that you've been raised with should have
you hating him.
Yet you give him this protection. Somehow no
demon can sense him in there. It's now a haven
for him. I can barely sense him in there when he
goes. I dare not rip that kind of sanctuary from
him. A demon as powerful as he needs such a
place to think, but why there?
* * *
Damn you.
Why won't you die with your flesh and bones?
You're driving me mad, husband. Everything I
know about you. It's still in him. No matter
how many missions he carries out, I can still see
you. I want to be rid of you.
The Triad. They have agreed to seal me. Away
from our son and you. I need time to think. To
forgot about you.
Damn those years. That time I spent with
you. The emotions you had for the family you
thought was yours permeated me and now
they're coming back the more I see him in that
human form of his. Cole...
No!! He is Belthazor! My Belthazor. He is
none of you!
The Triad is sealing me now. I'll have time to
think now. As I'm being sealed I see him
coming in. He's angered at my being sealed.
I've have been his mentor, his anchor in this
realm. Perhaps as you would have been if I had
not killed you. As I'm being sealed I see him
destroying several demons of the Triad with just
his flames. Such power and only in his human
form.
It reminds me of how you reacted when I was
taking our son away. He has your rage not
mine. Should I worry?
I believe he must think wrong of my being
sealed. Perhaps he misunderstands.
There's nothing I can do about that now.
It's too late to stop the spell. I'll be alone now.
There'll be time to think of things. Of our son.
Of how you've tainted both of us.
* * *
Husband?
Something has happened. The seal has been
broken. It shouldn't have. It's too soon. I
should not be free now. I know this because I'm
still thinking of you.
Other demons tell me of the rumors that circle in
our world. These Charmed Ones. Witches that
were thought would never come into existence.
They're here now. They have done something
to our son.
It's said that he has bedded a witch. Fallen in
love with her. That he has killed the Triad.
How is this so? He is running from the Source
itself. What has happened while I was gone?
* * *
I'm back husband. Here in the tomb where your
bones lay. I'm beside them right now. They
give me comfort knowing you are dead, but I
can't help but wonder if you are now laughing at
me.
The rumors are true. I've seen the little witch
that has smitten our son. Yet I cannot see how
she did it. And a Charmed One to say the least.
At least he has fallen by a great enemy. It was
not some petty opponent that took him. That is
a cold comfort I hold onto.
Someone's coming into the mausoleum. I hear
the footsteps so I'm hiding with your bones.
It's the little witch. The one that had seduced
our son. The scent of love and strength comes so
strongly from her that it nearly overcomes me.
Yet her love is not completely formed and I
know why even though she is not aware of it.
Your Belthazor. My Cole. They are one and
the same. I do believe she does not want to
accept that. Human form: good. Demon form:
bad.
She is like you, husband. You had loved me.
At times I think more dearly than your son.
Then you saw my demon form and tried to keep
me from taking our son. That's why I killed
you. You didn't accept my demon form. If you
had perhaps you would have lived.
I doubt she would allow my Cole, your
Belthazor into her bed in his demon body. Oh,
how I want to laugh. She reminds me of you,
husband. See how you still haunt me and
through this girl now.
Hush.
Our son's coming. I can feel him shimmering
into the mausoleum. This place is and always
has been a sanctuary to him. Why you've given
him such protection is beyond reasoning. Yet
you once told me love and logic are odd
bedmates.
How he holds her. I can still see that power in
him but it now surrounds her. That witch-child.
His power wants to protect her. Wants to help
her. I see you once again husband. This time
it's your love. I see it through him.
You still haunt me.
They're leaving now. Embracing one another as
the leave his sanctuary. Voices filled with hope
and love. Their love; I can smell it like a flower
and it drives me mad. I'm seeing you, husband.
You have not died with your flesh and bones.
I feel water on my face. Am I crying? Have
you done this to me, husband? I turn in your
tomb, disturbing your bones. My how things
turn full circle.
Marble.
White marble.
Tears.