Ch.7:

A.N. : hey peeps! Sorry for the long wait. But so you know that while I was away I was working on this story. I have a few chapters written out. it's just a matter of getting around to typing them. and since nobody guessed the charmed references from chapter 5 were from season 3 episode "once upon a time" and season 2 episode "astral monkey"
the reference from chapter 6 was from season 4 episode " enter the demon" and so you know this chapter and chapter 9 will be from the bad guys point of view. cause for what needs to happen can only be shown that way. Hope you enjoy and that it was worth the wait. I promise that you will see the sisters and company in the next chapter.

CHAPTER 7:

"So far all is going according to plan." he said.

"How can you say that when your man lost the queen!" she yelled in a rage.

"Calm down Jadis!" he snapped. "The reason I claim that, is because that even though the nexlick lost the girl he did manage to retrieve some of her blood which is all I really needed to open the door. I had accounted for such a possibility happening, for nexlicks are not known for their brains. and this will work in our favor for it will be the perfect distraction should she happen upon the charmed Ones." he answered the ice witch.

"How does her ending up in the Charmed Ones hands help us? From what you have told of these witches they are a formidable force." She demanded of him.

He growled in frustration as much as in warning. Not used to having question him or having to explain himself, for he normally worked alone. She was not fazed by his little verbal threat. For he sounded just like the wolves she used to have as her guards. This much was blatantly evident in her stare.

After a moment to compose himself he answered very neutrally, "Since the girl is only a mere human and a non magical one at that the Charmed Ones will be so distracted with trying to get her home that they won't notice anything else till it is too late."

"If these women are as powerful as you make them out to be, the you do well not to underestimate them." she replied to him in an all most condescending tone.

"Speaking from personal experience now where we?" he said in such a more openly condescending tone to her which was evidently his way of subtlety throwing her failures in her face.

He actually grinned slightly at the impact his words had as her face dropped intro a very disgruntled and hostile expression. Before she could respond, a scale covered lizard like creature tumbled thru the door on the wall.

"Master Direllnix! I bring you grave news. I have encountered the Charmed Ones in Narnia." The creature hissed out.

"WHAT?" shouted the ice woman.

"Were they alone?" asked Direllnix in a more subdued tone, as if he was unfazed by the news.

"No, master. They were with 4 children, one young man, and a rather large lion." answered the creature.

"Good work Zigwill. Return and see what else you can uncover." he ordered his spy.

"Yes, master." Replied Zigwill. And with a slight bow returned thru the door he had just stumbled out of.

The ice witch flew into a rage as soon as Zigwill was gone. Jumping up out of her chair she had been sitting in, she walked over and got into Direllnix's face and started to shout at him.

"The Charmed Ones are not only in Narnia but with the kings and queens aid along with Aslan as well, things could not be more wrong! if you tell me this was also part of your plan so help me I'll freeze you where you stand!"

Not one to take being openly threatened very well, especially from one he saw as below him, he growled violently at her. then he shoved her roughly away from him.

"You dare threaten me witch?" he bellowed at her as she stumbled back against the chair she just vacated. An almost fearful look upon her face, as she stared at him.

"If it were not for me you would still be trapped in that limbo! A pathetic, powerless, shadow left to haunt nothing but that empty space I found you in. Which I can return you to at any time I choose! Do not forget that." He snarled that last part at her and for a moment she was as pale as the dress she wore.

After a moment he seemed to regain his composure. He then said very calmly, "This actually is working to the advantage of my plans. The Charmed Ones figured things out a lot sooner that I expected them to. but getting them there was always the eventual goal. I'll just have to move up my time table to proceed with my plan."

"Which is exactly what?" she asked.

"the beauty of it is that from what power I have gain from that world, It will help with the take over here in this one. And with the Charmed Ones distracted over there in that world with the chaos being caused they won't be around to take notice of the things going on here. Which means I can organize the underworld and take over uncontested." He explained.

"And where do I fit into all of this?" she asked with the hint of suspicion in her voice, as she glared at him. Any trace of fear gone now from her form.

"As far as your concerned with your help to induce cold, we can take the fight out of the beings in this world. and once this world is mine, we can flood the other world with my armies and crush all opposition. Return you to your seat of power, and give you your chance at vengeance." he answered.

Even as he spoke the words he could see her practically drooling over the possibilities. An at that moment he knew he had her in the palm of his hand.

"Enough talk, time to start putting plans into action." he said as he motioned for her to come over to where he was in front of a small bowl of simmering liquid.

As she walked over from in front of her chair to the boulder that served as a table which the bowl sat upon over a small flame. He made a small unnoticed gesture with his right hand, as she walked over. As a result of this action the chair she recently vacated glowed blue for a few seconds. Then returned to normal with no one but him being the wiser.

She arrived next to where the bowl was and looked on it in a rather unimpressed manner.

"All I see is filthy liquid." she remarked.

Slightly frustrated at her lack of interest his tone was slightly more sharp than he intended it to be as he said, "With the magic, especially in this world, nothing is as it seems. This filthy liquid as you call it is a potion that will kick off the next step in my plans. With this I can extend the cold you created here all over this world. All that is missing is the final ingredient."

"And what pray tell is that?" she asked in a very guarded tone. that showed the slightest hints of irritation at his audacity to lecture her on magic!

He smirked as he picked up an athame that was laying next to the bowl.

"The answer to that is quite simple, all that is required is a small lock of hair." he says as he hands the athame to her.

"My hair?" she asks.

"Since it's your powers we are using to create the cold..." he trailed off his answer, even though his tone was matter of fact like. The kind one would use to talk down to a small child.

She took the athame from him and cut off a small piece of hair. Then dropped it into the bowl. there is a sudden burst of gray smoke that rises up from the bowl accompanied by a small explosion. The liquid in the bowl turned from a dark grimy color that sort of resembled an oil slick, to a bright, opaque white.

"Is that it? she asked as she put down the athame.

"'Well I have to say a spell over it, for it to take full effect." he answered.

"Why don't you just go sit back down over there while I do so." he suggested. As a twisted smile takes over his face. He held his hand a mere foot above the surface of the liquid and waited for her to sit upon the chair again. he neither spoke nor moved while he waited on her. Within moments he could stop playing nice and truly get to work.

As she sat back upon her chair he smiled in a quiet unnerving almost predatory manner. It had almost been to easy he thought. He chanted some words in some long dead language in a whispered tone. As he did so a slickly greenish glow came from the liquid itself. The longer he chanted the more the glow grew in intensity. Finally as he came to other end of his chant he lowered his hand into the liquid. He then curled his fingers plunging them deeper into the bowl's contents. Till it looked like he was gripping some unknown object within the bowl beneath the surface of the liquid. Then he started to pull his hand up from the bowl. As he did so the liquid followed his hand up out of the bowl never breaking contact with his skin.

He looked up to see if the magic were working, and it was. For the ice witch was slowly draining of what little color she did have. She undoubtedly could feel the magic's pull on her, and knew enough about magic to know when it was being used against her and by who. As she tried to jump up from her chair to strike back at him she found she was unable to move. Where her body made contact with the chair it was paralyzed. Almost as if it had fused to her body.

From what little she could move, she struggled wildly. As she glared hard at him with clear hate and contempt written all across her face. At this he laughed openly. The sound of it echoed though out the cavern they were in, mocking her even more.

"Foolish Woman! So blinded by the desire for vengeance and the lust for power that you made the perfect pawn. So eager to agree to join me to pursue your means that you were unable to see beyond them. to see what was truly going on right in front of you. So eager in fact that it was far to easy to forget you to willingly aid in your own undoing. Like a lamb to the slaughter, you willingly handed me everything I needed to achieve my goals without a second thought. But really I should be thanking you. For without your blinding, one track mindedness, I would have had a near impossible time getting what I needed to get this to work." He said in a tone of voice that said he was enjoying this way too much!

"Get what to work?" She asked in a disgusted yet puzzled tone. Hiding the shock and anger and disgust she felt towards herself for so openly walking into such an obvious trap.

"I'm so glad you asked!" he said in a mockingly cheerful tone of voice. the kind that made her want to smack him more now then before.

"You see what I said earlier about this potion spreading your cold across the world was true. What I failed to mention was that you would not be the one doing it. cause this potion, or more precisely the spell I cast over it, allows me to channel and control your power. The only thing I was missing was an Identifier from you. But you so willingly gave me that when you dropped that piece of hair into the bowl. And all it took were a few pretty words and a couple of empty promises, and you were so very eager to seal your own fate!" he answered.

He took his free hand and rubbed his chin as if in deep thought. After as moment he spoke, " Now what to do with you?" even thought he said that out loud he was asking himself more than anything else.

He thought some more, than after a few moments he said aloud as if to answer himself, " Since I can't kill you, at least not yet, I guess I'll keep you in your little cage for now. Till I can figure out something more permanent."

He smiled at her in a rather sinisterly way that would send chills though even the toughest demon.

She looked at him defiantly and said, " When I get out of here you're going to be my first new statue which I will enjoy destroying!"

At this he laughed hysterically, more so than he did before. he sounded rather tickled by her words.

"No one has yet escaped that confinement spell." he said as he settled down. He looked down to his hand to see the bowl empty, and his hand and part of his forearm glowing with the same glow as the liquid. As if his hand had soaked it up like a sponge.

"Besides you may have less time than you think." he said in a calm but smug tone. With that he left the room, as she continued to struggle against her bonds.