The Darkest of Places

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Charmed or its characters.

Summary: Chris remembers a dark moment in his life. Things go bad while down in the underworld. Eventually a Chris-Revelation Fic. Pre-Prince Charming and Chris-Crossed.

A/N: Wow! A lot more reviews than I expected! All very good motivators. Thanks!


Chapter 2.

When he arrived in the underworld, things were unusually calm. Chris glanced around the dark cave-like corridors. There was no demon in sight, but Chris thought nothing of it and went to meet with his source.

Agonizing screams could be heard as he went farther into the firey abyss of the underworld. While walking, he looked down different halls to see scavengers feeding off the remnants of mortal bodies, poor souls that were caught by other demons.

Disgusted by the sight of the mangled bodies, Chris walked faster, trying to get away from the horrendous smell of decay that over powered his senses. He felt as if the air had been vacuumed from the area and all that was left was the rancid odor of innocents lost.

Chris leaned against the nearest wall as his stomach clenched and his vision began to grey.

The smell of death consumed the place. The walls were stained with bloodied claw marks. Moans and screams were heard throughout the shadowy rooms in the fires of hell. The very air he breathed burnt his lungs.

'You will pay for your crimes, angel!'

"No…"Chris moaned, falling to the floor. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes tightly, willing his body and mind to function correctly again.

'You have fallen from grace, angel. Your precious elders have forgotten your sacrifice already!'

"Shut up!" Chris cried, shrinking into the cave wall. He brought his legs up to his chest and buried his face in his knees. He breathed hard and willed to images to vanish. His ears were ringing and his vision danced, making him cover his ears and squeeze his eyes closed even harder. It seemed for ever until he was sure that the memory was locked away once more.

Chris brought his head up to look around and only saw the fire-lit cave where he had originally been.

Slowly, he stood up using the wall for support. He glanced around hoping no demons had seen….or heard… his outburst. Satisfied that none did, he sluggishly started to walk to his rendezvous again, exhaustion clawing at him.

The rendezvous was deep in the underworld. It was almost suicide for any witch to even consider going to, but he has always been a little crazy. He had hired a low level Nagwl demon to do recon in the underworld to find who was after Wyatt.

As Chris enter the lair, he heard faint whispers, but saw no one.

"You must either be very determined and brave to come here, or just very very stupid." The low level demon stepped out of the shadows of his lair. He looked Chris over from head to toe, studying him. "Do you have my payment?"

Chris could have laughed a bit as he tossed the Nagwl demon a small coin pouch. He caught it and poured the contents into his hand, caressing the midnight black stones that came from it. He was mesmerized.

"Onyx is a rather common stone making it almost worthless. It's valuable to you though isn't it?" Chris smirked a little bit.

"That is none of your concern…"

"Whatever. Did you find out any new information?" Chris asked coolly, crossing his arms.

The demon looked up from the onxy and gave him a nasty smile. His teeth were stained black and yellow. The front two teeth had been chipped while the others lay crooked is every direction.

"About that… I have obtained some VERY valuable information and have now decided it would not be in my best interest to relinquish it with out further negotiations."

"You rat bastard! We had a deal!" Chris could have laughed at himself. He was dealing with a low life demon. What did he expect?

"Indeed we did, but this information is worth the price you'll pay."

"Name it…" the witch said through clenched his teeth.

The demon grinned, "Your soul"

"Like hell!" Chris lunged at the Nagwl demon once he unsheathed his athame. Chris pressed the blade against the demons neck and the look of shock in its eyes was sweet to Chris.

"Now, tell me what you know. If you're lying, I'll slit your throat before you even knew what hit you." Chris hissed at the demon almost primitively.

Behind Chris, farther back in the lair, a pair of glowing eyes cold be seen from the shadows. The Nagwl demon saw this and smiled inwardly.

"Ok! Ok! It not a demon after the kid." The demon explained. Chris pressed the athame a little harder into his throat. The Nagwl cringed slightly, "AH!! It's... It's a being of good… a whitelighter. An elder actually!"

"You're lying!" The athame nicked the demon's skin.

"No! The elders are afraid of the boy! Too much power, too easily corrupted. He's a liability!"

"How do you know it's them?"

"It's my job to know…" the demon laughed as he kicked Chris off him. Before he even knew what was happening, a female Nagwl had grabbed him from behind, locking him in her grip. Chris kicked and twisted as best as he could, but considering his weakened condition, no amount of adrenaline could help him.

"I'll be taking my payment now…" said the original demon.

'You will pay for your crimes, angel.'

Orb! Chris' mind just thought. Orb you idiot!

To Chris, everything was in slow motion.

The Nagwl conjured a fireball.

The female laughed.

Chris closed his eye and begged his body to orb.

Silence.

Slowly, Chris opened his eyes. Darkness.

He felt soft fabric beneath him and something fluffy under his head. It wasn't a bed. No, it was a sofa. His sofa. P3. He was back at this room in P3.

He laughed a little at his wonderful luck only to be greeted once again by his nausea. It was overpowering this time around and left a foul metallic taste in his mouth. Slowly, he sat up and felt his was to the private bathroom.

He turned on the light and dashed for the toilet.

Considering he hadn't eaten in days, he was surprised how much he could vomit. Bile probably. After what seemed like hours, Chris finally opened his eyes that he had shut in pain. Blood. It was all blood.

"Fuck…" he whispered, scooting away from the toilet to lean on the bathroom wall. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his stomach.

The moment his arms touched his stomach, he screamed in pain. He soon realized that he had not been lucky during his escape from the Kagwls. His arms were now covered in blood.


A/N: SOOOOOOO?????? Am I super-evil or what? Tell me what you think. Sorry for grammar issues. There is a reason I'm not an English Major.