Introducing the major plot line for this story although there will be others.
Thalang National Museum, Phuket, Thailand
A Demon awakes.
As the museum closed, the rooms and corridors first emptied themselves of people as the tourists and curious locals finished exploring and headed for the exit. Next the museum staff who were tasked to check that no one had remained behind for what ever reason, quietly and carefully swept from room to room. Following them were the cleaners who swept up anything else that had been dropped, lost or discarded during the day.
Now that the rooms were to remain empty of people, the lights first dimmed and then when out. The rooms gradually got darker as night fell and the shadows merged into the deepening gloom.
Finally and more ominously were the four people who followed several hours behind the last of the cleaners and who took considerable care not to be noticed. Two entered one room and sat on a bench located in the middle. From there they could easily watch the various exhibits that included several statues of old and ancient beings that looked truly demonic.
The other two waited outside the room, keeping a careful eye for any wandering museum personnel. Not that they would cause any problem as the few cameras scattered throughout the museum would allow the person watching the screens to warn the watchers long before anyone entered this section of the building.
Slowly but surely the demon woke, this time for good. Nameless and ancient, it was barely intelligent and driven mainly by its emotions and desires. Not especially powerful but there were so many of its kind scattered across the land. Some trapped in statues, others in the very stones that made up the many temples and buildings that had been build to hold them and their more powerful masters. Finally it realised, it had accumulated enough energy to break free from the rocky prison that had contained it for so long.
High on a shelve in the Thalang National Museum, one of several statues started to crack. As pieces of rock started to fall from the statue, the two sitting on the bench stirred and then rose to their feet. A single word from one, brought one of the people from the corridor to join them.
Inside the statue the demon continued to test the strength of his prison that for the first time, had started to show a weakness. With an impatient snarl, the demon pushed hard against the enclosing rock and was rewarded as a large piece detached from one arm and fell to the floor. With a small screech of success, the demon tried again. This time cracks rapidly spread across it's prison until the binding spell that bound the rock together could no longer maintain its integrity. A brief but intense burst of white light came from the cracks that now spread across the whole statue. Then it faded and the stone layer surrounding the demon dissolved into dust.
The demon gave a triumphal screech as it finally gained its freedom. For the first time in so many centuries it could now move and enjoy itself. As it stood upright and spread its wings, it looked out across the room to vent a snarl of fury as it recognised old enemies.
A swiftly chanted spell immobilised the demon just long enough for a carefully thrown potion vial to hit it. A burst of white fire briefly surrounded the demon and a screech of pain echoed around the room. The watchers relaxed as the smoke spread but as it cleared they tensed is it showed the demon still crouched on the shelve, pain evident on its face.
As it slowly reared its head to once more glare at them, the middle witch stepped forward to throw another vial. This time, the demon vanished in a burst of fire. With a sigh the old witch turned to say, "Two vials this time, not only are they waking more and more often, they are getting harder to kill. If that Whitelighter is correct, the Charmed Ones have a lot to answer for".