A Wolf in the Door
"As your bony fingers close around me.
Long and spindly.
Death becomes me.
Heaven can't you see what I see?"
The Source walked around his chambers. A dark room lighted by several iron torches. His long flowing dark red robe wrapped around his body and covered his face. Not one demon or creature had seen his face, and he liked it that way. The only two beasts that had laid their eyes on his face had created him. They were dead now. Vanquished not to long ago by the Charmed Ones. He let out a small snarl as the title of those three witches entered his mind. How he loathed them! Every inch of his soul despised them; if you could call what he has a soul.
It used to be, yes it had, but the Seer had made sure to fix that. She corrupted it, darkened it, twisted it, and tortured it. The Source's soul was strong now, stronger than any evil creature had ever been. The soul, being, and powers were all connected together, like everyone else's. Which is why the Source is so powerful now and has already seized the Underworld and has every vile beast under his complete control. Every beast with demonic blood in it is under her control.
The Source walked over to the center of the dark room and waved his hand summoning his assassins. They all appear with seconds and bow down, ready and willing to obey their leader. The Source lowers his hand and glared at his through his hood. "You, my minions, are to spread the word across the Underworld. Give the entire message that the Charmed Ones are not to be attacked until I give my order to do so. Understand?" His voice unnatural and the very essence of true evil. Husky, metallic, and void of emotion.
One assassin moved her head a little, nervous, "May I ask why?" Her figure trembled in the darkness, as well as her voice. Her long deep red hair was cut short and her outfit blacker than coal. "Sir."
He raised his hand and lifted her up to look at him telekinetically. The Source smiled under his hood at her stupidity, though no one else could see that sinister smile. "My reasons are my own." With that he used his telekinetic power to throw her into a metal torch, killing her. He lowered his hand and looked at his minions. "Any more questions?" They all didn't move, nor make a sound. The Source nodded. "Good. Now leave."
There was no need to ask them twice, for they were gone with in a second to do their duty. The Source looked at the dead assassin on his wall and sighed boredly. Not even killing a strong demon like her was a challenge. Nothing was. That is one of the reasons he wanted to go after the Charmed Ones by himself. Without a second thought he disintegrated the body hanging on his wall with a fireball.
"Hey, you pale and sickly child.
You're Death and Living reconciled.
Been walking home a crooked smile."
The Source raised his hand and summoned another demon. A demon that was important in his fight against the witches he hated so much. A demon once infamous for his strength and determination and his foul temper-Belthazor. Belthazor was dead, but part of him remained. Colridge Turner. And if the rumors were true, Cole was a demon again. With new powers and a new freedom.
Cole electro shimmered into the room. His dark eyes staring at the new Source. He bowed reluctantly, his eyes never leaving the figure standing before him. "Your Darkness..." Cole said, in his deep voice.
"So you are demonic again, Belthazor. The rumors are true then." The Source said. " Stand up and look at me."
Cole did stand up and look at the Source. "Sir, Belthazor is vanquished. Has been for quiet a while actually. If I may so myself."
"You may say whatever you like in my chambers, Cole." The Source said with a careless wave of his hand. "But what you say must be the truth, you do realize." He went over to Cole and touched his chin and lifted it a little, studying the demon. "You have powers again? Good. Good. Now tell me, what is your relationship with that witch, Phoebe?"
Cole frowned to himself, unsure what to say. He didn't love her, not anymore, but he loved what they once had together. "We have no more relationship. Phoebe and I are divorcing."
The Source nodded, "I see." He glared into Cole eyes for a second, reading into his words. Pleased with the truth the Source continued. "What information do you have for me? Fill me in from the vanquish of the last Source to me. If you lie, I will know. Understand that. You leave anything out, or don't tell the whole truth, you will die in a most painful way."
The Turner nodded and took a respectful step back. He began telling of the last 5 months, explaining everything with all the detail he could remember. It didn't bother him one bit he was betraying Phoebe, Piper, and Paige. He had no more good left in him to care. All he did care about was survival and power, the only necessities a demon needs. If he were to get on the Source's 'good-side' it would help him greatly. For now he was considered worse than a warlock, labeled 'Unworthy' and 'Traitorous.' Nearly a death sentence to a demon like himself. He was finishing his tale now, "Phoebe is now single and lost and in pain. Pfft. The oldest, Piper, is now pregnant with a Whitelighter/witch hybrid." Cole bowed his head slightly to signal he was done.
The Source laughed, a cold, hollow, heartless laugh. "The witch is pregnant!" He stopped laughing and looked at Cole. "You will be rewarded for this information, Cole. Greatly."
Cole shifted uncomfortably in his spot. He wasn't to thrilled with the way his master called him 'Cole.' Not many villains called him that. Very few, and they were all in cognito. "Who are you?" He asked, his temper flaring. Something was wrong, something was wrong with this Source. The laugh, it was so familiar, he couldn't quite figure out who's it was. He could feel it now, stronger than before.
"Cole. Cole. Cole. You must put a lid on your anger. It clouds your vision." The Source teased.
Cole's dark eyes narrowed dangerously. "Show me!" He bellowed. It was stupid of him to do that, yes, but he had to. His new transportation power was faster than shimmering. If the Source were to even flick his wrist, Cole would be gone and behind him. Ready to fight.
The Source narrowed his eyes and Cole was telekinetically thrown against the wall. In a circle etched on the wall where he was thrown, where his powers were useless for him. "You must understand who you are dealing with! I am your Master! I am stronger than you have ever been! You can not defeat me!" The Source yelled, his voice booming. "Do not attempt to boss me around, Cole!" His voice changed, it was different. So completely different Cole's eyes opened wide in shock.
"No." Cole said quietly, his arms stuck to the wall, as well as the rest of his body. He couldn't move. He couldn't electro shimmer away. The magical circle prevented him from doing that. "No."
The Source chuckled. His different voice echoing through the chamber. "Oh, yes. Yes, Cole. I am indeed." The Source lowered his hood and stared at the demon with his cold gray eyes. "I am the Source!"
"Paying debt to karma,
You party for a living.
What you take won't kill you.
But careful what you're giving."
