Chris wasn't allowed much time to rest as, at one in the morning, there came a sharp rap on his door.

"The Emperor demands your presence." Said the demon that entered, not waiting for Chris' permission to do so.

Chris sighed, struggling to open his eyes but he didn't complain. He quickly got up, threw on the clothes he had been wearing the previous day, and followed the demon down a network of corridors until they reached a briefing room near the residential area which was reserved for demons.

"Ahh Chris, good." Greeted Wyatt as they arrived. Chris walked hesitantly into the room and to his surprise found they were not alone. Also in the room were two dozen demons, all standing in formation and armed with Athames. Chris could feel every eye on him as he entered. "I'm assigning you to patrol duty starting tonight." Wyatt informed Chris, who nodded despondently. "You'll be working under Captain Henry and you'll follow him exactly as you would any other..."

"Wait, Junior?" Clarified a surprised Chris. "He's leading demons now?"

"A lot can happen in six months little cousin." Came a familiar, low, voice from behind him. Chris turned around to see a tall dark haired man standing in the doorway.

Henry Junior was Paige's adopted son. His birth parents had been killed in a demon attack when he was five, Wyatt six and Chris four. After Paige died, Junior had fallen out with Henry Senior and moved in with his cousins, Piper and Leo. Then, after Piper died Wyatt and Henry grew closer and closer, both determined to avenge the deaths of their mothers. After Wyatt began his plans of world domination- using demons as his pawns, he and Henry fell out for a while as Henry followed his mother's words that demons were unreliable and dangerous. Henry never tried to join the rest of his family in hiding, but he also never involved himself greatly in Wyatt's plans- preferring to use a small team of witches he assembled to chase down any demons not prepared to follow their new master. The pair got on better now, but Chris was greatly surprised to find Henry willingly working with so many demons.

"Henry, good to see you." Smiled Chris, before turning back to his brother. "How I'm I supposed to go on patrol if I have no powers to defend myself?" He pointed out. "Unless you're going to..." Before he could finish, however, Wyatt reached his hand inside his jacket and pulled out an athame, holding it out to Chris.

"There will be someone with you the whole time to take care of most problems, but if anything does happen; I believe you are skilled enough with one of these to defend yourself." Chris sighed, stifling a yawn and nodded, taking the knife. "Excellent." He declared with a clap of his hands, "Then Henry, I'll hand over to you." And without another word, he turned on the spot and walked out of the room.

Henry wasted no time in dispensing orders- distributing his small group of demons to pockets all over the city. Of course because of the curfew, probes and various other enchantments Wyatt had placed on the city, it was highly unlikely that there would be any problems, but Wyatt liked to keep a few demons on the streets at all times just to dissuade anyone thinking of making trouble.

Henry had assigned himself to work with Chris and Chris suspected he might not be as prepared to forgive him or as trusting of him as Wyatt was. He seized Chris's arm slightly tighter than necessary and shimmered the pair of them out to where they would be patrolling.

Henry had been adopted from mortals and hadn't developed any powers naturally. After Wyatt grew in strength, however, he helped his younger cousin by bestowing upon him certain demonic powers such as shimmering and energy balls to make him of more use.

The pair patrolled silently for a few hours. Occasionally a demon would appear to give their captain updates, but mostly the men walked up and down a series of streets in silence as Chris struggled to stay awake. Eventually, at just after four, Henry grew bored of patrolling and sat down on a park bench, beckoning Chris to join him as he took out a bottle of a strange looking concoction, took a swig and then offered it to Chris- who declined.

"Probably for the best." Said Henry. "It's meant to be some sort of replacement for beer but it tastes terrible until you get used to it." Chris smiled and nodded but said nothing. He had never really been that close to Henry or that great at small talk. The pair sat silently on the bench for a while as Henry finished his 'beer' until eventually he once more broke the silence. "Why'd you do it?" He asked, not looking at Chris. "Go against your brother like that, I mean." Chris sighed.

"I thought it was the right thing to do." Replied Chris after a moment's consideration. "I mean you can't tell me that there aren't things about this world that you don't want to change."

"Of course not, but that doesn't mean you can just wipe the slate clean and start again. Look, I might not have always agreed with the way Wyatt handled thing, but I still believe that what he did was for the best." Chris shrugged and leaned back on the bench, staring up at the stars. He hated to see San-Francisco in the day light. Then you could see every last wound on its once beautiful skyline Wyatt had inflicted, but at night, when all he could see was stars, he could pretend like none of this had happened.

"So if you had the chance you wouldn't change anything?" He challenged. "You wouldn't remove the demons, or save all the dead innocents? What about our family? Are you glad we lost them as well?"

At this point, Henry's tolerance of Chris' treasonous talk reached its limit and he stood up rapidly, seizing Chris by the front of his shirt, propelling him into the nearest tree.

"Now you listen to me-" he hissed, "-you can't talk like that anymore. Wyatt gave you one chance to prove yourself, and if you fail, it's not just you who will suffer. Now, honestly, I couldn't care less what happens to you at this point, but Wyatt knows that the best way of punishing you is to punish other people and he is not going to stop with your girlfriend. Other people's lives are at stake now- because of you- so you need to decide where your loyalties are right now, and then you either say, and shut up, or you leave- you find our family and kill all the demons you want, but I promise you that if you do, you will lose your brother, and you will lose me, and there will be no coming back. Understand?"

Henry's hand was pressed against Chris' throat, preventing him from answering verbally, so instead he just nodded his head emphatically and Henry released him with a small nod.

"Wyatt may trust you, but I don't." He sneered. "I will be watching you."