A/N: Well, this is the chapter you all have been waiting for. The wedding and the sisters learn the truth.

Thanks to kagomekikyo-arrow, PhoebeColefan, Cole + Phoebe = Love Forever, Shadow Cat17, Draco's-Loyal-Longing, BellaCullen666, Mama Darkness, thaatgirrl, Angelspot, funluvr151, and Rahl's beloved Queen Kahlan for reviewing. I'm so sorry that I'm not replying individually, but I'm very crunched for time. But I wanted to get this chapter out so that you wouldn't have to wait another day. Let me know what you think!

Chapter Ten

Phoebe had been to the mausoleum at the Crest Hills Cemetery a dozen times back when she had first found out that Cole was a demon. While she wouldn't go far as to say that she had been scared, that ever-present concern that Cole would turn on her, or some other overly-confident demon, had always been at the back of her mind.

Now, however, she felt no worry or concern. Only excitement and anticipation.

As she and Cole entered the hidden chapel together, Phoebe felt as though she had been waiting for this moment her entire life.

A man dressed in a black priest's robe stood at the front of the chapel. Above him was a wreath of red roses. Moonlight seemed to stream into the place even though Phoebe knew this was impossible since they were underground. Still, the chapel was bathed in a soft light that contained a dark element to it.

Cole and Phoebe moved gracefully towards the priest in silence. They didn't have to say anything to know what each other was thinking. Both knew that this was where they were supposed to be.

"Bride and groom, I presume?" The priest was the first one to speak, and he smiled to each of them in turn, then bowed down as he was expected to do.

"Yes." Phoebe and Cole nodded to the priest to begin.

The tall, bearded man snapped a rose off the wreath and handed it to Cole.

"You must prick your bride's finger and taste her blood. That way shared blood will flow through each other and you will be united as one," the priest began.

Phoebe held out her right index finger, watching as Cole held the rose thorn side up in her direction.

He took her hand and gave her finger a small yet fairly deep stab. then he dropped the rose to the ground and brought Phoebe's finger to his mouth. Phoebe gasped as she felt his tongue on her skin. But a second later he released her hand, but not before kissing it smoothly.

Once that was finished the priest tore off two new roses and handed one to both Phoebe and Cole.

They took that as their cue to pin it to each other's attire. Phoebe pinned hers to Cole's black suit jacket, and Cole put his on Phoebe's strapless black chiffon gown.

This was done in silence, but the atmosphere was not awkward or tense. It was light but held love and power. All in the room were aware of it, and they basked in it, wanting this moment to last forever.

"Okay," the priest muttered once the roses were on the bride and gloom, "now if you will face each other."

Cole and Phoebe did as he said and met each other's eyes. Phoebe smiled as she saw Cole's loving stare but didn't turn away as many brides did. She didn't even blush. She didn't have to act surprised at her soon-to-be husband's love for her. That was something she took pride in.

The priest turned to Cole. "You may take out the ring."

Cole took dug in his inside jacket pocket and took out a new velvet ring box. He glanced at Phoebe, wanting to see her reaction at the even bigger wedding bands he had made for her.

Phoebe brought her hands to her mouth in shock, not quite expecting to see anything so big and beautiful meant to be hers. Being the Queen of the Underworld may have been a new role, but she had thought that being so far away from the real world would mean that they were poor as far as human standards were concerned. Despite being evil, she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear how the ring had come into Cole's possession.

"Phoebe," Cole began, taking her left hand this time, "I have loved you since the first time I lay eyes on you. I knew I wanted to share a life with you. I have never loved anyone before, and I had been convinced that I was destined to live my life as Belthazor; it wasn't anything to be ashamed of, but I didn't have any idea how much I was lacking until I met you. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share my life with, and I'm so glad that it's you," he said as he placed the ring and the band on her ring finger.

Phoebe teared up at hearing his vows. She never thought that Cole was capable of saying such beautiful words. She looked at the priest, waiting for him to give her permission to say her vows.

Once the priest turned to her, Phoebe took a deep breath and made eye contact with Cole, wanting to speak to him directly as she said her vows.

"Cole, I love you. You make me feel complete. Before I met you I had almost given up on love. None of my previous relationships worked out. And being a Charmed One was great, it gave me a lot of opportunity to concentrate on other things. But when I met you...it was like love had given me a second chance. You are the reason I'm standing here today. You saved my life. I don't think I can ever repay you for that. But the one thing I'm sure of is that we were meant to be together. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Phoebe watched as Cole smiled and held squeezed her hand as a sign that he agreed whole-heartedly with her.

The priest continued with his ceremony, saying something about the most powerful magic the world has ever known, joined rulers of the underworld, and the ultimate love. Phoebe guessed that this union was bringing them even more power than they had originally anticipated, but she wasn't thinking about that.

She wanted to get started on their own personal future.

The priest didn't say anything about that, but she hadn't really expected him to. It wasn't like he could predict the future. He was just bringing them together as one, and that was the beginning of everything.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest finished, and Phoebe snapped back to life.

"I love you," Cole murmured as he leaned down to meet Phoebe's lips with his.

As soon as their lips met, Phoebe felt a rush of heat pass through her body. She wasn't sure if that was the power or just her incredible love for him. Either way, she knew that they were starting a life that most beings, good or evil, only dreamt about.

When Piper left her room the following morning, she noticed that the house was eerily quiet. She hadn't gone to P3 last night, feeling the need to be alone after Paige had told them her ridiculous theory.

Prue had tried to calm her down, saying that Paige was new to this and that she was only speculating as to how this whole thing works. To a degree Piper could understand that. She really could. But, as she intended to tell Paige if she decided to continue their conversation from the previous night, Paige didn't know Phoebe the way Prue and Piper did. Everything that Paige had said about Phoebe was way out of character for her. She would never leave her sisters hanging like that.

Every time her mind tried to reason with her, to give Paige a break, she would fervently think of something else.

She refused to think so little of Phoebe. The mere thought of Phoebe turning evil and letting her sisters believe she was dead brought her blood to a boil. If, for some unthinkable reason, that was true, then Piper didn't think she could ever forgive Phoebe. Especially after everything they had been through.

No, she wouldn't think about this anymore. She was going to go to the kitchen and whip up a spanish omelette.

Once she got to the kitchen she got out the eggs, peppers and onion, mixed cheese, and the other ingredients she would need. She knew for a fact that Prue was at work, and Paige was too. She hoped Paige wouldn't come to the manor today unless she was needed. She silently prayed that wasn't the case too. Not because she didn't want to see Paige; that had nothing to do with it. But she'd had it up to her eyes with demonic problems, and she wanted a day off.

But, Piper reasoned, that rarely happened, so she figured that she could at least enjoy what few moments she had to herself.

Cooking had always been a passion of hers. She never felt so comfortable as when she was cooking up some really complicated dish with ease. She always took pride in her cooking, and even when she was only cooking for herself, like now, she made sure she took great care.

Making the omelette hardly took any time once you knew what you were doing. Spanish omelettes had been one of Gram's specialties. They had always been a rare treat when the sisters were young, but only Piper had expressed any interest in learning how to make it herself. Prue was always too busy, and Phoebe just hadn't cared.

She slid the omelette onto a plate, turned the burner off, and sat down at the kitchen table, savoring each bite.

Once she was done she washed her plate then put it back in the cupboard it came from. When that was finished she went into the living room and grabbed the phone, deciding she might as well confirm some of the bands she had booked for P3 next month.

She returned a call that her assistant manager gave the previous night, dealing with figures and expenses the club had, and took a great sigh of relief when that was taken care of.

She decided to take advantage of her rare time alone in the house and turned the TV on.

Right when she had gotten comfortable on the couch, Leo orbed in.

Piper jumped when her husband materialized in front of her. "Leo!"

"Sorry," Leo muttered and sat down beside her on the sofa.

"So, did you find out anything new?" Piper asked, turning her attention on the TV.

"Not really. I just confirmed that there is a new Source out there. But as to who it is, the Elders are clueless," Leo replied.

"Gee, what a shock," Piper said sarcastically, flipping through the channels.

"Well, there is one way to find out." Leo shifted to his other side, and Piper could see that he felt uncomfortable about bringing up whatever he was about to say.

"How?"

Leo hesitated and paused a moment before answering. "You guys could summon a demon and torture him for information on the Source. That way we would at least know what we're up against."

Piper stared at him and burst out laughing. "Summon a demon here intentionally? Please, Leo. We may be desperate, but we aren't that desperate!" She glanced at Leo through her giggles, and when she saw that he wasn't laughing her, she stopped. "Wait, are we?"

Leo shrugged helplessly, and Piper could see that this hadn't been his idea. "The Elders think it's the best way to find out who this guy is so that we can take him out before any demons vying for his position do."

"There are so many problems with that plan, I don't even know where to start," Piper muttered and turned the TV off. She wanted to sulk.

"I know. But you have to admit that it is our only option, short of going down there and finding out for ourselves," Leo replied.

Piper shook her head. Prue and maybe even Paige would be up for the latter option, but they had a better shot of surviving in the manor where they had a prayer of defending themselves.

"Yeah, I know. I'll prepare the crystals. Once Prue gets home we can summon this demon and find out what he knows," she said as she got up from the sofa and made for the stairs.

Leo followed suit. "Wait, don't you need Paige too?"

Piper shook her head. "We don't need the Power of Three to summon a demon. Prue and I can do his ourselves."

"Yeah, but you might need the Power of Three to vanquish him," Leo argued.

Piper sighed. "Not necessarily. I'll just blow him up."

She could tell that Leo wasn't ready to leave it at that, but she headed upstairs before he could argue some more with her. He might not have much faith in her new power, but she did, and quite frankly, she felt like blowing off some steam.

When Prue got home she called for Piper. She was surprised that she had made it through the day without a frantic call from her younger sister telling her to come home immediately. She was even more surprised to find the house so quiet. Even before they found out they were witches, she couldn't remember the manor ever being this quiet.

"Piper? You home?" Prue called again.

Alarmed that something may be wrong, she dropped everything by the front door and ran upstairs, afraid that a demon had attacked after all and wounded Piper too much for her to call for help.

She flung the attic door open with a fling of her wrist, but paused when she saw Piper standing in the center, the Book of Shadows open in front of her, and the crystals in a circle around them.

"Uh, Piper? What's going on?" she asked, confused.

Piper turned around and motioned for Prue to join her by the book. "We're going to summon a demon, preferably an upper-level one and find out what it knows about the new Source."

"We are?" Prue repeated, a little stunned by Piper's go-get-em attitude.

Piper nodded. "This wasn't my idea, though, so if this plan goes to hell, blame the Elders," she said, seeming to read Prue's thoughts.

"Well, it beats sitting around here waiting to get attacked. What do we do?" she asked, leaning over Piper to get a better look at the book.

"This demon is called Danill. Apparently he has been advisor to the last three Sources. There aren't any vanquishing spells here, but I figure I can use my exploding power, and if worse comes to worse, you can kick a little ass while I call for Paige. Got it?" Piper explained, searching Prue's eyes for an answer.

Prue nodded. "I like it. Let's do it."

They said the summoning spell the book had for the demon known as Danill, and a minute later a harsh wind entered the manor, and the sisters fought to stand still as a tall, well-dressed demon entered the circle that the crystals surrounded.

Piper managed to put the last crystal into place and the wind was gone.

Prue watched as the demon looked around in confusion. When he saw the sisters watching him, he tried to take a step towards them, but was shocked in place.

"Ahh! What am I doing here?" he snarled, glaring at them.

Prue stifled an amused laugh. There's nothing funnier than a trapped demon, she thought to herself.

"We summoned you," Piper replied simply.

"Let me go right now, or the Source will come after me. Then you both will be dead!" Danill hissed as he got to his feet, careful to avoid the outer limits of the circle he was trapped inside.

"Well, that's why we summoned you. You're going to tell us who the new Source is, or you're dead," Prue explained, holding up her hands as a warning that she meant what she said.

Danill smirked. "I'm dead either way, and I'd much rather die at the hands of mere witches than the Source."

Prue frowned. Did this demon not know who they were? "We're anything but 'mere witches.' We're the Charmed Ones, and we have the power to make you suffer. Now, either tell us what you know, or get ready to feel a whole lot of pain."

At this the demon paled. "The...The Charmed Ones?" he asked, and Prue could detect a hint of fear in his demeanor.

Piper nodded. "That's right. Now start talking."

But the demon's fear was now etched on his face, and he kept glancing at them as if afraid he might tell them something he didn't want to say. "I...can't! He'll kill me!"

"Who? The Source? Just tell us who he is, and then we can make it relatively painless, if you'd prefer," Piper said, a little softer.

Prue was getting fed up with this fast. "We're not playing games, okay? Just answer one question. Is the Source's name Cole?"

Danill gulped and hesitated. When Prue held up her hands again, he nodded anxiously. "Yes, okay? Yes! His human name is Cole, but he is also known as Belthazor."

But at this, the demon seemed to gain some new courage, and he smirked at them. "He got married last night, and now his power if nearly triple what any other Source's has been before him. He and his queen are the most powerful demons in the Underworld, and I'm pretty sure that their power outweighs yours!"

Prue felt uneasiness settle into the pit of her stomach. One look at Piper and Prue saw that her sister was feeling the same thing. "And who is his queen?" Prue asked, afraid that she already knew the answer.

Danill laughed again. "As if you don't already know!"

"Actually we don't, so why don't you cut the crap and just tell us?" Piper demanded bitterly.

The demon smirked. "Hmm, I haven't known her all that long, but I believe she goes by the name of...Phoebe."