Summoning the Demon
Chris knew there was only one demon that could help him. Fortunately the demon in question was also his uncle. He had been the father to him that his own had been too busy to become. He was going to summon him and heaven help him if the girls found out. Besides, it wasn't like Cole's demonic contacts weren't better than his. Cole could shimmer and in the underworld that meant a lot more than orbing. Cole had demonic blood which could be the difference in saving Wyatt and eliminating Wyatt. It was from Cole that he had learned survival. Surviving meant being quick on your feet, and having a sharp tongue capable of lying easily. That had saved his life more times than he could count. Cole was the one being that would help him save Wyatt. That was if Cole didn't try to kill him first. He had the crystal cage ready as he read the spell that would bring him forth.
"Magic forces black and whitelighter
reaching through space and light
be he far or be he near
bring us the demon Balthazar here."
When he finished he watched as Cole arrived in demon form. Since his last attempt at vanquishing Paige had failed, he had reverted back to the demon he had been born as. "Hello, Cole," he stated pleasantly as an energy ball appeared. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Look around." Balthazar looked.
"Where's Phoebe?"
"On a date, I believe."
"How did I get here?"
"I summoned you of course."
"Well, if you summoned me, how about releasing me." Chris's smile got wider. He was exactly the same in any time. Balthazar shifted into Cole.
"You never age, either, do you?"
"I suppose that's a rhetorical question, kid. Do I know you?"
"Not yet, but you will. I want your word, Cole. If I release you you won't try to throw that energy ball at me. Not that it will do any good," Chris replied, as a cocky grin lit up his face. "On Phoebe's life you won't try to harm me."
"If you hurt Phoebe..."
"I know," Chris cut in, ""There won't be enough of my body left to recognize. Hoe am I doing?"
"Are you a telepath?"
"I don't have to be a telepath to know you Cole," Chris channeled his telekinesis through his hands and moved a crystal, setting Cole free.
"So you are a witch? Do you have any idea how many witches I've killed?" Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Do you?" Cole laughed.
"You've got guts kid."
"First off, my name is Chris, not kid," Chris quipped as he placed an hand on Cole's arm and orbed them to P3.
"You've got to be out of your mind orbing me here. Orbing. Telekinesis. You aren't just a witch. What are you, Paige's twin brother that I never knew of."
"Close, but not quite."
"Well, you are a..."
"Witchlighter is the term we use in the future."
"Well, kid, I don't much care for orbing."
"I know."
"You know what kid you are a cocky son of a..."
"Well, I learned from the best. Look, as much as I love trading barbs with you. I need your help. That's why I summoned you. The reason I orbed us here is because you never know when they are watching. Plus, the girls would have a stroke if they knew you were still alive. If Leo had detected a shimmer he would've orbed immediately."
"And this is bad?"
"Yeah, I need Leo out of the way so that I can save Wyatt."
"And Wyatt is?"
"Piper and Leo's son."
"I think the Charmed Ones can save him, kid," he stated shimmering onto the couch and popping his feet up. "It's what they are good at. Saving the innocent and blah blah blah, obviously includes their progeny."
"Look, Cole, I'm from the future. While you were in the wastelands, Piper and Leo had a son. On the day when magic died. He was supposed to be a great source of good magic. Except something went wrong and he became a Source of great evil. The whole world became like the Underworld. Magic was exposed. I need your help to stop this."
"So you are from the future? And you need my help. In exchange what do I get?"
"I can tell you how to win Phoebe back."
"And just who are you in the future."
"My name is Chris Perry, I'm the Leader of the Resistance. The Resistance Against Wyatt's Regiment. Or RAW."
"You are more than that, aren't you? I know the look of someone keeping secrets."
"It's not important. Will you help me?"
"Well, it's not like I have anything better to do."
"Thanks, Cole."
"Why did you threaten Phoebe, if you needed my help you could have just asked."
"It was more effective," Chris stated with a lopsided grin.
"You know the last demon who arrived from the future told me I was the future Source of all Evil, as long as it's not me, I'm glad to help."
"I'm not a demon," Chris stated and Cole shrugged. "Besides I didn't threaten Phoebe. I just stated that if you valued her life you wouldn't harm me." Chris looked up. "Stay here, If they enter shimmer to this address," he handed him a card. "I've got to go. They are calling me."
"The girls?"
"No, the Elders." Chris orbed out. Cole watched him go. Cole had come across many whitelighters in his day and they all had their own way of orbing. Strangely the kid orbed like Leo. The kid could orb, and he had telekinesis, like Prue Halliwell. He mentally stored away that information wondering if it would come in handy.
