It Takes a Village
A series of Events based on the WB's Charmed
Prologue
"Είναι τόσο μικρά, και τόσο ισχυρό. Μπορείτε να τους αισθανθείτε?" A young woman with a glistening tan clad in a white bikini top and mini skirt spit out the words lazily. But upon closer inspection it could be seen that her vivid green eyes burned with limitless excitement.
"Anka for being the embodiment of youth your insistence upon using Greek is absurd." A young man clicked his tongue in annoyance at the girl.
"The Greeks worshipped youth. I could speak in Egyptian, but it's such a complicated language." Anka rolled her eyes as she stretched out upon a golden Egyptian bed. "Besides Kron, don't pretend you don't understand me."
Kron stood leaning recklessly against a pool table, starring at the game in front of him through his dark sunglasses. The darkness of the sunglasses was made sharp against his creamy white complexion. With each deep breath he took, his muscles contracted underneath his white t-shirt and Anka stared at his perfectly sculpted body without shame.
"Greek is an ancient language. The new language of youth is English, use it." Kron sighed as he leaned down to shot, sending his intended targets into the nearest pocket of the table.
"This culture doesn't use its youth like the Greeks did, youth hardly has any power here. Why do you even play with me, I never get a turn." Anka stood in a furious pout and her majestic black hair tumbled lose of its clip and fell to her shoulders.
"You don't like to play this game much anyway." Kron walked away from the table, having won the entire game in one turn. He strode over to Anka, every step exhibiting the cockiness of youth that he hadn't been lost in the thousands of years he had existed. He slipped his white hands carefully around Anka's waist.
"I don't like working with demons." He said quietly.
"We had noticed them though." Anka pulled the shades off his face, revealing his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes, young and powerful. That's the kind of thing we notice babe. But the demands, this group that works in the name of us. Don't you find it suspicious?" Kron asked.
"Don't they think our influence will help them bring down those that are Charmed? Our power might not…" Anka shrugged.
"We might anger someone." Kron roughly pulled Anka into his body, as to emphasize his point.
"We haven't angered anyone in decades. And I'm bored.' Anka kissed Kron on the neck.
"Idle Hands," He started to recite but didn't finish as Anka kissed him.
"Young and powerful." She whispered to him.
"Yes, we'll summon the demons and tell them we'll join their little escapade. We haven't had ourselves a scrape in a while." Kron pushed Anka onto the pool table and both forgot any of their plans, as youth so often does.