Charmed: Season of the Risen Devils by Instant Classic Superstar Pac

Show and cast disclaimer: Charmed is complete property of the late Aaron Spelling, Constance M. Burge, Brad Kern, and co., as are all characters and pieces of the storyline previously depicted on the show. Characters created by either myself or a friend of mine who for all intents and purposes we will call Blacksheep Noble will be depicted with an asterisk in "casting" credits in the first episode they appear. Preexisting characters whose names I devise will have their in-show identities placed within dashes for their first appearance in this story. Regardless of whose vision they are, all characters involved either were and/or would be portrayed by actual specific human beings, each with at least an iota of believable acting ability, each owned by self, and none having actually acted the events introduced by this story. And last but not least, I own none of the suggested episode music, either. *sigh*. There, hope that covers it.

Rated: T for Teen

Summary: "One would think that the future was set in stone after the vanquish of the Ultimate Power, but clearly that isn't the case. That view is long overlooking a dangerous threat capable of ending it all… as well as salvation from the unlikeliest of sources."

NOTE: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, peeps of all ages - I know people are reading this story, but I'm not a mind-reading conch. I can't tell what anybody reading from another computer in a place that I have no clue about is thinking. So please, if you can, don't forget to review with any comments or questions. I will try to address them in future notes here. Hearing thoughts from the peepulace can actually be a big motivator. Thank you very much.


Episode 2 - "New Underworld Order"

Central Date: September 12, 2007


Part A

At the Bay Mirror building, things were hustling and bustling as they most usually tended to be. All the editors were at work, the grammar guy was getting flak about over-editing articles, and of course, Phoebe was busy in her office room typing material for another one of her advice columns. She was almost finished answering an advice question that she got in the mail, and she was confident that her insight would genuinely help the most people on this question than any others that she had today. She never liked taking questions just to merely fill her part of the paper, and one could see it in the focus that she typed with that on. She just finished up putting the last period, and began reading the question and her answer over to see how well it read.

"'Dear Phoebe'," she read to herself, "'Thank you for the column you wrote on inattentive lovers a couple of weeks ago. You really helped me connect with my boyfriend in a new-'"

"Excuse me- Phoebe?" a woman's voice interrupted her proofreading. As she looked in the direction of her open door, she recognize the long-haired oval-faced blonde woman in a small suit as her assistant.

"Yeah? What's going on? I was just reading over one of my column answers," Phoebe asked.

"Oh. Well, sorry to interrupt, but there's a guy outside waiting to see me," the assistant replied. Phoebe sighed, as if knowing exactly what was happening.

"Look, if it's my husband, just go ahead and tell him we're ordering Chinese today," the focused brunette replied nonchalantly, not feeling the need to take time out to tell Coop what they would be eating today for the fiftieth time.

"Oh, no, it's not your husband," the assistant informed her, to which she instantly looked more alert. "It's a guy with messy black hair and a British accent that says he's got some kind of business with you." Phoebe found herself frowning in suspicion at her assistant's words, which the blonde easily noticed in very little time. "Do you want me to tell him you're busy, or-"

"No! No, no, you don't need to do that," Phoebe quickly stood up and cut in, surprising the other woman. "Come on, I wanna see who this is."

"Okay. Follow me," the assistant replied, to which she turned and Phoebe followed her out the room, through the rest of the newspaper office, and out into the hallway. When Phoebe saw the man, pretty much the same as her assistant had described, she immediately recoiled in recognition of who he was and turned to her assistant.

"It's okay. Go. I've got this," Phoebe quickly instructed her assistant, who nodded and walked back into the paper room. This was fortunate, too; she recognized him and got an instant bad feeling about it.

"Hello, Phoebe," the man stated cordially, as if in no way an opponent to Phoebe right now.

"What do you want?" she poignantly asked, her memory not failing her that he was one of the demons that had enlisted the Charmed Ones' help, so to speak, against the Triad sixteen months ago.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" he asked as if unconcerned, again making pleasantries and leaving her even more on guard. "I know. You don't trust me. Nor should you. But you should trust the information I'm about to give you."

Elsewhere, a maroon 2003 Hyundai Accent was parked at the South Bay Social Services parking lot, before Paige stepped out in a beautiful suit with bright green coat and pants, carrying her purse on her right shoulder and crossing the street to get into the building. Once she entered, she quickly found that the people were moving and working along at the normal pace that she remembered from her last time here, but also that most of the desks appeared a bit tidier than she last remembered. She approached the receptionist, who was a young woman with wavy raven black hair and .

"Um, excuse me, but I'm Paige Matthews and I have an appointment with your boss today. Can you…?" Paige courteously asked the girl.

"Sure. Hold on a second," the girl replied, getting up from her seat and heading over towards the office on the other side of the building. As Paige stood and calmly and tapped the table in a rhythm with her right index and middle fingers, she got to think for a second about how she really wanted this job. Ever since she made it through her parents' death she'd always enjoyed helping people, which becoming a witch and whitelighter only enhanced on a magical level. She'd had quite a few charges in the past few years, but the frequency of that was starting to dwindle off in a major way, and the first thing she knew that allowed her the chance to keep folks as troubled as she once was afloat, was here at South Bay. Not noticing the girl walking back towards her, she wondered what would be the look on Mr. Cowan's face once he saw her again.

"He's ready for you," the girl said, startling Paige for a moment.

"Oh, thanks," Paige acknowledged nervously once she recovered her senses. "Sorry to be so air headed right now, I'm just-"

"I know. Old job comeback. I've been there. But trust me, you'll be fine," the girl cut her off, reassuring her. "There's a lot of boss talk about you coming in, and I know he's been really looking forward to meeting you. Between you and me, I don't think this is the last time we'll see each other. Oh, by the way, I'm Michelle." She quickly introduced herself and extended her hand, showing Paige much goodwill, which the redhead saw was sincere.

"Thanks," Paige honestly replied, accepting the handshake. "Well, then, I guess I'll see you around, I hope."

"Good luck," Michelle bade her well, as the handshake broke. As Paige nodded her acceptance of this with a smile and walked off toward the office, she knew that she and this girl would be fast friends if she did get the job.

When she reached the doorway and leaned her head around it, she was instantly shocked at who she saw. Apart from skin color, there was nothing familiar about him. This was a slim-bodied, oval-faced African American man dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, gray tie, and a purple kerchief sticking out of his coat pocket. He had a low fade hairstyle and Van Dyke facial hair, and he was casually leaning his feet on his desk while reading the September 3rd edition of TIME Magazine with Mother Teresa on the cover. After a few seconds, he noticed that he wasn't alone, and he turned around to greet Paige with his dark brown eyes. To which she let out a gasp in response.

"Hey, come on in!" he greeted her knowingly with a cheerful smile, as he took his feet off the desk. Tentatively, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, to which he responded by getting up and walking around the desk to meet her.

"I'm Clinton James. But people usually call me Tex," he confidently introduced himself, extending his hand.

"Tex?" she asked, his behavior and the general fact that she had no idea who he was leaving her totally confused.

"Yeah, since I've been through both Texas and New York in recent years, it's kinda become my nickname here," Tex explained.

"Oh!" Paige let out in response, briefly shaking his hand while continuing. "Well, then, I'm Paige Matthews, and you might've heard of me as one of the Homeland Security sisters, but I'd really like to not talk about that too much."

"Don't worry, that's not even why I'm excited to meet you. I'm excited because I didn't know Cowan had such loyal ex-employees ever leave on their own terms," he said as he walked back into hid desk space. Noting that the room seemed a bit wide, she looked to the side of his desk and finally saw that there was another one next to it, which made her realize what was going on. This, combined with his latest comment and really the whole situation in itself, left her feeling thoroughly embarrassed. Her résumé and cover letter had been addressed directly and only to Mr. Cowan, who she'd merely assumed was still the only boss here. Tex's comment meant that obviously he'd seen it and gotten a real chuckle out of it.

"Go ahead, have a seat," he instructed warmly and gestured in her general direction, noticing her discomfort. Shaken out of her worried daze, Paige looked behind her and saw the row of chairs against the wall.


Principal Cast (Main Credits): Alter Bridge - "Open Your Eyes (Charmed Edge Army Mix)"

::Holly Marie Combs as Piper Halliwell-Wyatt

::Alyssa Milano as Phoebe Halliwell

::Rose McGowan as Paige Matthews

::Brian Krause as Leo Wyatt

::Adam "Edge" Copeland as Derrick Serkan Brady


City Scope Theme: Lostprophets - "We Still Kill The Old Way"

::Ivan Sergei as Henry Mitchell

::Kaley Cuoco as Billie Jenkins

::Sammy Jack as Christopher (Chris) Perry Halliwell

::Victor Webster as Coop

::Randy Orton as Keith Wilson Shard

::Rik Young as Nomed

:Leslie Grossman as Lori -Phoebe's Assistant-

:Rebecca Balding as Elise Rothman

:Nathalie Kelley as Michelle*

:Nigel Gibbs as Jonas

:Jesse L. Martin as Clinton "Tex" James*

:Donn Swaby as Zohar

:Michael Eklund as Ravvon

:Michael Emerson as Fabian Axakentos

:Willie Gault as Durant*

:Yancey Arias as Cortez

:James Read as Victor Bennett


Phoebe had quickly deduced that whatever business her "demon friend" had with her at the moment, it wasn't something that could be discussed freely inside the walls of the Bay Mirror. Thus, she immediately suggested for the two of them to take whatever they had to talk about outside, and he promptly agreed with no protest, exiting the building and walking off to the side of the double door with her. This is where they currently stood, as he'd just gotten through explaining something to her about an Underworld uprising or movement or something.

Phoebe and the demon now stood outside the Bay Mirror building, where she'd quickly decided to take this, as she knew that whatever business he had with her, it wasn't something that could be discussed freely inside. He'd quickly agreed with no protest, coming out to meet her

"Wait, hold on, step back for a minute. What did you just say?" Phoebe asked, wanting the guy to repeat himself. Aside from the details being a bit sketchy, she hoped that he was kidding, because after over a year of peace, she did not want to have to go through regular demon hunting again.

"There seems to be a revolution starting to stir in the Underworld," he announced again, much to her dismay. "I don't quite blame you if you're questioning the details, because I'm not completely certain on it myself, but there's a group of demons that are growing impatient with what they call a lifestyle of cowardice that's become predominant down there."

"So you're saying that a handful of demons are tired of running away? Well, we just vanquished two of those demons last week, and one of them was a girl who looked half my age," Phoebe stated, hoping that simplifying what the demon was telling her would mean something like this; something that evidenced that this was just a brief rebellion and that the Underworld wouldn't be storming back to war against them, or at least wouldn't stand much of a chance if it did. "So whatever 'movement' this is that's sprucing up, maybe you can send them a message. If they try to come after us, they'll die just like all the demons that came before them and went up against us have."

"I wouldn't doubt that in the least. Considering who you are, and all," the demon conceded. "I would expect that you took care of those two in quick time.

"Well, you said it yourself. No demon left standing is powerful enough to challenge us," Phoebe reminded him.

"Yes, you're right. Though, from what I've heard, Piper didn't walk away quite as easily as I'd have thought," he pointed out, much to her surprise and even suspicion, though she managed to mostly keep on a straight face. "It seems even the most powerful witches ever are capable of being caught off guard."

"Thanks for your concern, but that's one mistake you can rest assured won't happen again," Phoebe quickly asserted. The black-haired demon found himself putting on an amused chuckle, drawing a suspicious glare from her. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just… well, guess I can say I'm a bit inspired, by your ever-present chutzpah in the face of potential danger. It's why I can call myself an admirer of yours. Hopefully it continues to pay off," the demon replied, before pretentiously checking his watch for a moment. "Anyway, I'd say now's my cue to leave. I have a contact I promised I wouldn't take too long." The glare, which had died down mid-comment, only deepened, and he could practically sense her suspicion growing after he mentioned the contact.

"Don't worry, it's a, business thing," he stated for her satisfaction. She sighed as if "Well, another day, Phoebe. Farewell." He proceeded to take his leave, crossing the street.

"Oh, and I don't believe you ever caught my name; it's Nomed!" he shouted as he kept walking, Phoebe watching him cautiously until she lost him in the sea of cars. She didn't even notice the voice calling her name, which went announced twice, along with the footsteps of none other than the chief editor, Elise Rothman, approaching.

"Phoebe, what are you-" Elise started as she walked toward Phoebe, who also started to turn around to walk back inside.

"Whoa!" Phoebe exclaimed as she saw Elise right in front of her, realizing that she'd almost walked right into her boss. "Elise, when did you get out here?"

"Phoebe, what's going on? Are you okay?" Elise asked curiously, as she could tell that Phoebe was a bit discombobulated at the moment.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm- I'm fine," Phoebe lied, while simultaneously shaking the cobwebs and refocusing herself.

"Well, then come on. Get back inside. You still have a column to finish," Elise wasted no time in instructing her before walking back towards the double door herself.

"Right," Phoebe accorded as she followed Elise back inside.

Pleased at how the chat went with Phoebe, Nomed continued walking, before quickly finding himself a dark spot to shimmer out from. He shimmered back in underneath a tree around Geary Street, where he saw Billie and Keith, both clad in sunglasses, shirt, and jeans, stepping out of the local Juice Zone smoothie store across the street, each with a smoothie in hand. Billie's, which she just took a sip from, was strawberry, while Keith's appeared to be grape.

"Wow, this stuff is pretty good," Billie commented, as the taste of it pleased her.

"Told you it was," Keith stated proudly, before taking a larger sip from his smoothie and sighing in refreshment. "So, you mind telling me about those Halliwell folks and how you got so close them?"

"Oh, come on, Keith. I've already told you that story like, a hundred times," Billie complained, mostly in jest, though part of her was beginning to get annoyed as he'd been sticking to this topic like glue lately.

"Yeah, but I just can't shake the feeling that you're leaving something out," Keith honestly replied, though not with any misgivings about it in his voice. This gave her an opening.

"Well, then, maybe you should be a bit more careful." she spoke teasingly, blissfully unaware of who they had just walked past. Careful not to bump into either one of them and take away from their discussion, Derrick, dressed more human-casually, in fact matching the attire pattern of the pair, stopped to look back at them curiously for a few seconds as they passed by, before continuing on his way. Nomed found a smirk and a chuckle gracing his face, as he shimmered away from the scene.

Meanwhile, Leo found himself walking through the corridors of Magic School, past many other teachers and students who were making their way to the next destination within the allotted five minute break period between classes. He in particular found his way to the headmaster's office, where at the desk and in a black robed suit very similar to what Gideon used to wear, he saw the stocky-faced African American Elder, Jonas (pronounced as "Jonah"). As he heard the footsteps, Jonas looked up and recognized Leo, and was pleased.

"Leo. Glad you could make it," he cordially stated. "I wanted to talk some more about what happened last week. First of all, if you may, close the door, please."

"Oh, right," Leo somewhat sheepishly agreed, closing the door as he probably realized that he could've and usually would've known to do so first thing. This hadn't been their first non-school-related meeting during one of Leo's free periods since the day that the Elders decided to bring Jonas down to be the Headmaster. That decision by the powers that be had been made purely in the interest of allowing Leo the free room to make being a family man paramount in his life and using his magical knowledge in a good way second. So far it was working out well, as Jonas has surprisingly proved to be more open-minded than what was currently thought of most Elders, with Leo able to come to him and discuss his family life openly. "Well, what do you have for me?"

"Well, Leo, obviously I've been thinking about the attack from last week you told me about," Jonas replied matter-of-factly, not surprising Leo in the least. "It looks like my advice to go for what you know. Unfortunately, I really don't know much of anything about a vampire-whitelighter."

"Well, what can you tell me?" Leo asked honestly, wanting to know anything he could about what the family was dealing with.

"Only that something happened in the 1970s, a few years before I became an Elder. A few senior Council members seem to remember the situation, but they're very tight-lipped about the exact details," Jonas informed, before the expression on his face changed and became more serious in tone. "However, Leo… there's something I've been noticing lately about the sisters. A bit of a disturbing trend, personally."

An alarm set off in Leo's head when Jonas said this, as he knew all too well the kind of things that an Elder feeling disturbed by something about the sisters could result in?

"What's that?" he calmly asked, saving face apart from his brows furrowing in suspicion.

"Over the years, the sisters seem to have become a bit… distracted by their personal lives and their desire for normalcy. Now, don't get me wrong. I completely respect their desire to live peaceful, stable lives, but at times they seem to have… not thought things through or not cared very much about their duties as witches sometimes. And these are not arbitrary matters such as things that we Elders have butted heads with your family about before," Jonas stated. Leo's frown would only become more pronounced as he said this, the ex-Elder fearing ill effects from the headmaster's discretion. Looking at his face, Jonas was able to discern this.

"Don't be concerned that I'm going to intervene, Leo. As a matter of principle and trust, I refuse to do anything that forces you to put the Elders' interests above your own. I've come to realize that doing so never turns out well for any of us," Jonas reassured him, to which, to which he. "However, if I may offer my counsel, it is a valid concern. And if demons are attacking the Manor… you need to make sure that the Charmed Ones remember who and what they are and where they come from."

Elsewhere, as she left the SBSS building and walked over to her car, Paige decided to take out her cell phone and issue a certain someone a call.

"Hey, babe! So how'd the interview go? Did you get your job back?" her husband immediately answered the phone to ask, as if confident, almost certain, that he would hear about how successful this interview was.

"Actually, no. And it's not because my old boss had any sort of a grudge against me being here, or because I abruptly left to be a whitelighter, neither of which happened, by the way," she answered, as usual bordering between wit and rambling.

"Okay, then what happened?" Henry asked on the other side, now legitimately concerned.

"Well, if you must know, let's just say that I completely goofed and I didn't even look into things enough to know that he got a new business partner a couple years ago," Paige remarked, now flustered as she took her keys out of her pocket and opened the driver's seat door, having just reached the car.

"Ouch," Henry chuckled, unable to hold it in.

"Are you laughing at me? I just got embarrassed in there!" she complained in retort as she got in the driver's seat and closed the door. Hearing Henry laugh even further on the other side sort of set her off from there. "I'm serious! The first thing the new boss said to me was, 'First of all, I didn't know Cowan had such loyal ex-employees.' Right in front of his assistant!"

"Oh, man. That, is really embarrassing, Paige," Henry realized aloud.

"Duh! Now start taking this seriously or you're sleeping on the couch!" Paige threatened in sharp retort. Now, it wasn't a given that she truly would subject him to sitting on the couch, but just to turn the tables and get some fun in herself, she decided to leave that on the table.

"Sorry," was the only reply he was giving that order. Why? Because that was the only way he could take the obvious choice to give in without appearing like a wimp in front of parolees and coworkers at his SFPD office, where, as the smile that crept on her face indicated, she knew he was.

"It's okay, Henry, you're off the hook, you don't have to worry about sleeping on the couch," she then mercifully excused him. "Besides, it wasn't really all bad."

"Really?" Henry inquired.

"Yeah. Turns out, the new boss is a pretty even keeled guy. His name's Clinton James, but apparently they call him Tex," Paige replied. "We actually got along pretty well, and other than the obvious Cowan thing, I think my credentials and my shining personality impressed him. Plus he said he would be okay for me to leave early or work from home whenever I need to, as long as I tell him and I can still get the work done. I think he's even more even-keeled than Cowan, quite frankly."

"So you still think you're gonna get the job?" Henry guessed, back to the optimist mode.

"Unless one of the couple people he has left to interview upstages me, then yeah." Paige answered. "Anyway, I'm gonna get off now. Don't feel like taking chances on the road today, especially since I really wanna come over and see you."

"Wait, you're coming here?" Henry asked, caught off guard by the revelation of his wife's destination. "I thought you'd be going over to see Piper."

"Is there something outside the lines going on over there that I should know about?" she asked with a suspicious frown.

"Not unless you count the new inspector that's on his first day over here today," Henry answered.

"Wait, there's a new inspector?" she inquired further.

"Well, technically he's not really new, since he's been here before, from what I'm told," he elaborated. "Apparently he came, investigated a death in the city, and left six years ago. His name's Cortez, I think, by the way."

"Cortez?" she repeated more than a little urgently.

"Yeah, why? Do you guys know each other?" Henry asked, taking his own turn to pry.

"I can't say for sure, exactly," she replied. "The name does sound familiar, but I can't quite put a face on it. But this does make me more curious, and interested in coming over there. So I'm really gonna have to get off right now, okay?"

"Okay," Henry finally succumbed. "See you in a few minutes. Drive safe."

"Don't worry, I will," she reassured him. "See you when I get there, okay? Bye! Love ya!" Finally, she pressed "end" on her phone, effectively hanging up, before finally turning the key in the ignition to start the engine.

"Plus I just gotta know who this Cortez guy is," was the last thing she muttered, and also indicative of the last musings running through her mind, before finally getting out of the South Bay Social Services parking lot and driving on her way to see Henry at the department - and hopefully run into this Cortez person there, too.

Back at the Manor, Piper was in Wyatt and Chris's room with Chris, who was stuck in bed today despite it being a school day thanks to a mild fever he caught earlier in the week. At the moment the boy was sleeping peacefully on his bed, with Piper sitting down next to him with a chair. Her eyes shone with a mother's love and concern while she looked at Chris, as she knew that, minor as this was in comparison to some of the things she and the family had gone through in the past to bring him into this world and then to keep him safe, this was yet another they would have to endure together. She especially remembered the future versions of him that have appeared over the years, all of which showed a beautiful, healthy young man with a good head on his shoulders and, depending on the future he came from, maybe some issues, but with their lives that was to be expected. A smile grew on her face at these thoughts, knowing he'd turn out okay as long as she looked out for him, and she would softly stroke his hair back.

However, soon she would find herself checking her watch and realizing she was a bit late for something.

"Oh, shoot…" she quietly stated while her self-induced small panic festered inside. "I'll be right back, honey." She quickly left the room and headed backstage, eager to finish what she had to do so that she could get back up to him in as little time as possible.

Quietly, two figures shimmered just outside the room, though careful to stay out of the ear sights of both Chris and Piper for the time being. They were both demons, as easily hinted by their dark attire, demeanor, and of course the shimmering, and they both had short hair standing up. However, whereas one of them had a mustache, the other, attired in a black suit, had intense, creepy bug-like eyes.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the mustached demon asked his partner.

"Yes, Ravvon. Now if iI wasn't sure about it, what makes you think I'd be doing it?" the big-eyed demon replied with a rhetorical question of his own. "I've gone through every mental calculation over this plan and the conclusion I've come to is that with my power, and your assistance, it's a safe play. Now come on, let's go."

The two demons quickly entered the room and towards the boy, and the bug-eyed one brought his hands up above Chris's head, before beginning to shine in a simmering red. Chris would wake up at that moment and immediately become startled at the sight of the enemies.

"Hi… little boy," he said in an unnervingly controlled tone, which sent Chris screaming.

"Hey!" Piper shouted within seconds, as she had already been on the way up. The demons turned their attention over to her. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing going after my son!"

"The name is Axakentos," the large-eyed demon stated, "and what we want with your son is none of your concern."

"I'll show you none of my concern," Piper threateningly noted, before motioning her hands to try to blow him up. However, each of the five times she tried, she would only end up blowing up air, when Ravvon extended his hand out and put neo-ki energy in the way of her blast, or seemingly insignificant bits when Ravvon did nothing and Axakentos' body went slightly red in response. Eventually, though, she managed to get two quick shots out, leaving Ravvon's energy attempt coming a little late and shocking them backwards, away from Chris.

"Let's go already. This is a loser's quest," Ravvon quickly stated to Axakentos, before taking his hand and shimmering away. This gave Piper free room to immediately pick up the glass of a Gypsy remedy that she'd laid on the ground and go over to her panicked son.

"Chris, Chris, shh, shhh! It's okay, mommy's here. Nothing is gonna happen to you, you're gonna be fine!" she quickly pleaded with him, extending her right arm out to embrace him while holding the drink in her left hand. After a few seconds, he saw that it was only her inside, and he quickly ran into her arm, leaving her able to get him to drink from the remedy.

"You! You have to be kidding me!" Ravvon protested at someone as soon as he and Axakentos arrived in a certain area of the Underworld. "You said if we attacked the child that we'd have the witch right where we want her. Instead you have us facing the fury of Destiny's Matriarch! We could've both been destroyed! I won't partake in this lunacy a second longer."

"But you do have her where you want her," the person they were complaining to spoke in a low whisper, though his distinct British accent would've been recognized by a Halliwell.

"Were you even paying atten-" Ravvon started angrily, until Axakentos stuck his arm out across the neo-ki demon's chest as a hint to stop and silence him.

"And what keeps you arguing that?" Axakentos asked more calmly, as Nomed stepped forward and eyed the two demons.

"Well, you know I wouldn't steer ya wrong," he began, serious and full of recognition, "now would I, Fabian?" A small smile would come etched onto Nomed's face.


NOTE: I don't think the sisters ever caught Nomed's name. Also, I didn't expect it to be this long, though I probably shouldn't be surprised. That last statement was meant in more ways than one, folks.

-Pac.