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Amalie sighed. It had been a long day and she was very glad it was over. She pulled her long, raven-colored hair into a bun as she flopped onto her bed. She sighed and decided to recount the details of the day in hopes of figuring out why she needed to obtain some blood from Wyatt Halliwell.

~Flashback~

She felt like her head was spinning, but this was something she had grown accustomed to. The uneasy rush she got signaled that Abraxas was about to give her a command. She tried to mentally prepare herself for whatever order she might be given at school - it wasn't like He didn't know she was at magic school. She breathed in deeply calming her body before the voice overtook her mind. The message was short, clear and to the point. All she had to do was follow it through.

'Get me the blood of Wyatt Halliwell.'

Ugh, she really hated that mind invasion thing. It took a lot out of her for even one measly message to get through. It took double the effort in order for her to get a message of her mission completed through to Him. Whoever invented this whole mind-trick-thing needed to work out some serious kinks. All the spells and potions to make it work easier didn't really help a whole lot.

She briefly wondered how she could get the Twice Blessed Child to herself. Thankfully the bell rang, so they could eat lunch. She knew Wyatt ate outside with his brother Chris every day. It was weird - the two were oddly close, but they never seemed to talk with each other while they ate.

In that split second after the bell, she saw his orbs, and grinned when she saw a random pin from their earlier work on the ground below him. Without hesitation she fell into his orbs as if she had tripped, forcing him down onto the ground below her. He grunted, obviously taken by surprise.

With the sweetest voice she could muster she stammered, "I'm so sorry, Wyatt! I-I swear I didn't mean to!"

His grimace turned into an understanding smile as she moved off of him, sliding onto the ground. "It's alright, Amalie. No blood, no foul."

She smirked to herself. There would indeed be blood.

She bit her lip, "I'm not too sure about that, Wyatt." She quickly pointed out the tack that was stuck into his skin.

He stared at it ,bewildered. "I swear I didn't even feel it." He quickly pulled it out by its purple grip and blood started to leak through.

With a quick motion, she swiped at it. "Oh gosh, you're bleeding! Let me get you a Band-Aid."

She moved quickly to the back of the room, a clear vial shimmered into her bloodless hand. She twisted open the top with one hand and swiped the glob into the vial, closing the stopper tightly before shimmering it back to Abraxas.

She made a show of looking through the cupboards before returning to Wyatt, her gleeful expression forced into one of contriteness. "Sorry, no Band-Aids! I'm sure your brother will heal you up though. Bye." She quickly distanced herself from the room, knowing he was watching her retreating back in confusion.

~End Flashback~

She had no clue, but, oh well, she did her job and that was all that mattered.

Underworld

Abraxas was lost in his own little world. He couldn't understand why he couldn't escape his past. For the longest time he hadn't even thought about it. But it wouldn't leave him alone of late, and he wished desperately that it would. He shook his head, hoping it would all just go away but he knew it wouldn't.

Ramming it to the back of his mind, he pushed himself off his bed. He had things to do and it wouldn't do to go thinking about things that no longer mattered. He held tightly to the clear vial in his hand. Amalie had done well.

He sighed as he went shimmering off to the Lair of Mylis. He did not run in the same circles as the upper-echelon demon, which was understandable, considering Mylis was strong, powerful - an upper level Demon of epic proportions, one who did not take kindly to those he deemed below him.

Grimacing, Abraxas hoped half-heartedly that Mylis would not deem him unworthy of his time. He was really the only one who could help him with this.

Mylis was peculiar, even for a Demon. He had many powers that others would kill for, including witches. However, Abraxas was only interested in one at the moment. Mylis had the power to put people to sleep for long periods of time. This may have seemed like nothing to a novice, but with the blood of one victim, he could have an entire family asleep for hours on end. And it was not only family by blood, but by marriage as well. Every living family member would sleep until he decided he was bored. The best part was that once they woke up, it was as if no time passed, like they had not been asleep at all.

It was well known in both the Underworld and Elderland when the Charmed brats had their birthdays, and today was Christopher's birthday. Abraxas knew that the entire Halliwell line would be gathered in the house with their children and husbands, and if he had any chance of getting to Paige and her baby, then it would be tonight, at the birthday party.

Well, if they were all asleep that is. He would never intentionally be in the same place with any one of them if they were awake. No, he certainly did not have a wish to be vanquished. He was two hundred and sixteen years old, and he intended to live a much longer life. Now, if his past would just stop trying to shove itself into his head… Really it was all something he would rather not think about.

Mylis was intimidating, to say the least, white-blonde hair in a neat cut, tan skin, a fairly attractive face with an imposing body; he could stare you down with his opalescent orange eyes. Plus, that horn that protruded from his forehead didn't exactly elicit any warm and fuzzy feelings. He certainly did not resemble a rubber ducky - hell a cactus seemed more inviting than Mylis did. Mylis was a force to reckoned with but he knew a good cause when he saw one.

With a nervous smile as he stepped into the Lair of Mylis, he fervently hoped he wouldn't die.

Mylis smiled.

Admittedly, him smiling was incredibly creepy and evil looking, even when he was being sincerely… nice. Well, nice to an extent. The upper level demon appeared surprised at who had come to visit him. He wondered briefly why this demon did not recognize him as something much more than what widely known in the underworld.

Mylis was the one who had changed Abraxas in the first place - he was the reason he became demon dead. Mylis was more than a little miffed, had it not been for him, the young man this demon once was would have been condemned to the lower portions of hell without any powers or way of getting out. It was Mylis who saved him and made him a demon. He had essentially created this demon and because of that, he would help him out. He sighed sadly, it was such a shame. As a man, this this one had had the potential to be a great demon. Now that he was such a waste of demonic power. He had had such high hopes for this changeling.

He watched, resigned, as the lower level demon fumbled over himself. He could see the demon swallowing hard, his fear and tentativeness nearly making Mylis fall over asleep.

"L-Lord M-My-Mylis, I have come to you in hopes you will grant me favor with one of your powers." Abraxas looked up and waited for the nod to continue, trying to gather his wits about him. "I am on a mission with a Demon named Amon, and while I cannot tell you the whole of it, because of my partner in the matter, I can tell you it involves the Charmed Ones and their children. My list has told me that Paige Mitchell is pregnant once more. If you were to use your power of Family Sleep, I could infect the child tonight."

Mylis looked at him, interested. He once again nodded at him to go on.

"Tonight is the birthday of the youngest Charmed Brother, they will all be gathered at the manor tonight in celebration." He gulped as Mylis started to frown.

"I wonder… have you not heard that I need blood? Even if I were to consider doing this, I would need a drop of blood from one of them."

Abraxas nearly started dancing for joy at this. "My lord, I have the blood of young Wyatt Halliwell." With a smile he carefully withdrew the clear vial that neatly held the precious liquid.

Mylis grabbed the vial and started to walk off. "I will grant you this favor."

Abraxas stuttered quickly, "M-My lord? But how will we contact each other for when?"

Mylis didn't stop. "You'll know."

With the realization that this was probably the best he was going to get, Abraxas shimmered back to his personal hell-hole. He knew he should be thankful that Mylis would help him, but he was a little upset at the lack of curiosity on Mylis's part. Still this was better than he had hoped for.

He mentally went over their conversation, and wondered where he had seen Mylis before. The Demon was known to be a recluse. After twenty minutes of thinking with no concrete findings, he decided he needed to rest before tonight.

He flopped onto his bed and let his dreams overtake him, unknowingly letting his past finally catch up to him.

~DreamState~

December 27, 1818

New York City

Abraxas(Brax) Nikolis Rothschild had just walked out of the bookstore with his neatly packaged copy of the Frankenstein. It was the book of the year and he intended to find out what the hubbub was all about. He carefully brushed the snow off his Brooks Brother's coat. It was a relatively new shop but they had exceptional men's clothing. He was of wealth and prestige, and for that reason no one would dare look him in the eye. If he was honest he would tell you that that was not the only reason. He was a notorious man, though only twenty-two, and he knew it.

He was a rich boy and he wanted for naught, and because of it, he grew bored easily and it took a lot to amuse him. Growing up with power and wealth at his fingertips was truly unbecoming for him. All his attributes mixed together to create something truly evil and heinous. At the tender at of twelve, he had committed his first murder out of sheer boredom.

No one could prove it was him. And because he was often bored, he had taken to killing people and taking their money. Not that he needed it. Life was easy and sweet for a man of his stature, but he wanted more. Murders soon started to bore him as well. He decided that he needed to make it more interesting. The screams and begging… No. No, it was time to get truly creative.

He had heard there was a powerful witch by the name of Fallon in the city, and he intended to see this young man and his Wiccan wife, Isadora. It was whispered throughout the city that this witch and wife could grant you one wish. He had a clear wish in mind. He would rule all worlds, magical and otherwise, with an iron fist. He wouldn't even have to dirty his hands when he wanted to murder, no he could have great contraptions to make the death last longer, the cries, the tears, the begging would all last so much longer. It would be… delicious.

He walked down Catherine Street. He needed to get there soon, as life was truly boring him and he needed his entertainment.

He hadn't realized that the Fallons could do far more than grant a few hearts' desires. Isadora could see the future, and Landon had other useful abilities.

But Isadora had seen the wish they would be forced to grant, and they fled to California. They prayed that God might hear his planning.

He did, and he sent the Archangel Ezikiya down to condemn the man to hell.

Brax walked down to the small shack that he knew to be the home of the Witches and opened the door, not caring to be invited in. He called out, "Mr. and Mrs. Fallon? My name is Brax. Brax… Nikoli. I have come to ask for your favor - for a wish to be granted." He heard footsteps that seemed to be moving away from him, and he continued in his false innocence, "Please? Ma'am, Sir, I swear that I will not be selfish, golly, I would very much appreciate your help." He smiled as he heard the footsteps draw near to him.

He turned, and was surprised at the sight but did not drop his smile. The man who he assumed was Mr. Fallon was blindingly white. His clothes were brighter than heaven's white. He had the lightest blue eyes and his skin was flawless and pure, as was his hair. He was entirely white. "Mr. Fallon, I presume. Will you please grant me my wish? I am ever so certain you will not regret it." He gave him a look that radiated angelic sweetness, even with his hard features he could pull it off effortlessly.

Ezikiya didn't even blink as he moved forward and brought the man down on his knees in one swift motion of his hand. Then he drew out a wooden box that had been blessed by all of the Angels in heaven. Caressing the lid once, he opened it. The young man's soul, which was soiled and marked and torn, came out of him quickly. It disintegrated into black vapor once it hit the air, thus changing the damged soul irrevocably. The open box sucked up the soul, and Ezikiya shut it, tightly, to prevent escape.

The Hallow had been born.

Brax stared blankly. The last shreds of humanity that remained in him were gone. He was soulless, and it left him with a stench of pure evil that seemed to roll off him and suffocate the things around him. But not the man in white. He came closer and he felt no fear. He felt nothing. The man slipped a small essence of humanity into him, just enough to feel what he should, fear and unease. He was powerless now.

Ezikiya started chanting, the words blurring around him, he couldn't make them out. The world was spinning, the colors being replaced with oranges and reds. The winter cold turning into unbearable heat all swirling in front of him.

The only word he heard before falling into unconsciousness was 'Hell.'

Mylis could hear the chant of an Angel flowing into the underworld and he saw a young man lying there being banished into the lowest portion of hell. He smiled. He could smell it. This man would be a good addition to the ranks of Demons.

He went to the man and pried open his eyes.

The demon cut the man's lip, extending one horny finger to lift away a drop of human blood, swallowing it down. Making a cut in his own fingertip, he let a drop fall into the man's mouth.

In a matter of seconds the man was demon-dead. He stayed asleep as his once-human features twisted into something grotesque. The portal to the regions no demon would even enter closed, rebounding with its power, upward on what he knew to be an angel.

He left his charge, now supremely bored. He wouldn't wait to see what this young Demon would do.

Abraxas woke in the underworld, changed, with no memory of his former life, the demon who saved him, or any idea of what his life was. He simply remembered the Opalescent orange. He couldn't understand why.

~EndDreamState~

Opalescent Orange. He got up, realizing why he recognized Mylis. The upper-level demon was technically his Sire. That odd color made up his demonic life.

He smiled. He finally knew what he had been before. Now he no longer had to be haunted by his past.

His thinking was interrupted by a stern voice in his mind.

'It is time.'

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