CHARMED
"BALANCE OF POWER"
by J. B. Tilton
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB
television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work
of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
A special thanks to Tracie Joy (a.k.a. Magiklmoon) for her help in this story.
* * *
Authors' note: This story takes place after the episode where the Charmed Ones have killed the
Source but before the episode where Cole discovers he is inhabited by the Source. It is based on
the premise that It took the Source several days to manifest himself inside Cole and Cole still
believes himself to be only a human.
* * *
With the death of the Source, a struggle in the underworld ensues to see who will be his
replacement. In order to make the selection, a contest is started. The new Source will be the
demon who can kill the Charmed Ones
PART 5 - POWER PLAY
With the defeat of Trellman, the syphon demon, no one is any closer to destroying the
Charmed Ones than they were before. Malevant calls the other high level demons together and
proposes a daring strategy which he claims will rid them of the accursed witches once and for
all.
* * *
Malevant walked through the swirling mists of the underworld he called home. Trellman had
been vanquished and the youngest Charmed One was even now recovering from the attack. In a
few days her powers would be fully restored and they would have lost their change to destroy the
Charmed Ones.
As always, Grimlor stood by silently waiting for any orders its' master might give. Grimlor
was small and had no power. He knew that if left to himself, other demons would quickly
destroy him just for the sheer pleasure of it.
But no one crossed Malevant. Those that did never survived to regret it. His master had
smiled on Grimlor, for what reason, the small demon could only guess. Still, it did not matter.
Malevant protected him and as long as he did, Grimlor would be a faithful servant.
"Grimlor," said Malevant. "The syphon demon has failed. I knew it would. It was foolish to
think that it could stand against the Charmed Ones AND my brother."
"Yes, Master," said Grimlor. "Much foolish."
"Always faithful Grimlor," said Malevant, smiling down on the smaller demon.
He reached down and petted the malformed creature on its' head. Grimlor liked that. It
showed the demon that its' master was pleased with him. And the more pleased his master was,
the more he would protect Grimlor.
"It is clear to me that our strategy is not sufficient to destroy the Charmed Ones," said
Malevant. "No single demon is powerful enough to do that. Their power is too great. Wouldn't
you agree, my little friend?"
"Master always right," said Grimlor. "Master smartest. Master always protect Grimlor.
Grimlor always faithful."
"Yes," said Malevant, "I do always protect you. And you are always faithful. I have a task
for you, my little pet. Summon the others. Tell them to come immediately. We must finally
conclude this quest. And end the Charmed Ones forever. Go, my little friend. Bring the others
to me immediately."
"Yes, master," said Grimlor.
The little demon hurried out into the mists to obey its' masters' wishes. The others would
arrive soon enough. They would all be aware of Trellmans' failure by now. Especially Beelzbor.
Beelzbor wouldn't be happy with that failure. Unfortunately, he would have no one to take his
anger out on since Trellman was vanquished.
Malevant walked through the mists until he came to a door. As if of its' own accord, the door
opened. Malevant passed through and stood in a large room. Several demons of various size
and description stood in the room. Just a few of the minions who served him.
"Peltak," said Malevant.
A demon with four arms walked over to Malevant and bowed. It had no eyes and oversized
ears. Its' large nostrils continued to sniff the air as if it was trying to decide what or who was
around it.
"I am here, Master," said the demon.
"Peltak," said Malevant, "bring me the manacles. I will have need of them. And gather the
holders for me. I shall have need of them as well. Have them wait for me here. I will return
when I have finished with the others."
"As you wish, Master," responded Peltak.
Malevant didn't wait for the demon to begin obeying. He knew it would. As with all of his
other minions, they always obeyed. They obeyed out of fear. The only true power that held a
demons loyalty.
Malevant returned to his normal area in his home. To an unobservant visitor, it appeared this
area was no different from any other area of this underworld. But it was much more than that.
Demons of all sizes and descriptions waited just out of sight for orders from him. He was
complete master of this domain.
Suddenly, a small figure hobbled out of the mists. Grimlor moved over to its' master and
looked up. Black ichor covered its' lower lip and one of its' eyes was partially closed.
"What happened?" asked Malevant.
"Yellow master displeased," said Grimlor. "Yellow master hurt Grimlor. Grimlor hurt."
"I see," said Malevant. "I will see that the yellow master does not hurt Grimlor again."
"Grimlor thank Master," said Grimlor. "Other masters come. Grimlor leave."
The three high level demons walked out of the mists as Grimlor scurried away in the opposite
direction. The demons walked up to Malevant and stood before him.
"Your little toad said you wanted to see us," said Beelzbor. "I assume you have some news
for us."
"In a matter of speaking," said Malevant. "But before that, I have something I wish to say."
Beelzbor smiled at Malevant. He appeared to be very pleased with himself. Suddenly,
Malevant cast a fireball which engulfed Beelzbors' head. The latter demon howled in pain until
the flames stopped.
"You bastard," howled Beelzbor, preparing to launch his own attack. "Are you trying to start
the war you so fervently told us you were trying to avoid?"
"No," said Malevant, "but Grimlor is mine. If he is to be punished, I shall punish him. I'll not
have you, or any of you, taking your anger out on him. If you must take your anger out on
someone, use your own underlings. Not mine."
Beelzbor looked at Malevant, seething with anger. He had so enjoyed attacking the little
misshapen creature. It had helped him get over his frustration at Trellmans' failure. Now, it
seemed that he would have to fight Malevant for that little pleasure.
"Enough," said LaTarrin. "Malevant is right. You had no right to mistreat his underling,
Beelzbor. You have your own underlings. If you want to take your frustration out on someone,
use one of them."
"I agree," said Talistar. "I would not appreciate your attacking one of my underlings.
Malevant was justified in his attack on you. Now, we have more important matters to discuss."
"Very well," said Beelzbor. "I apologize for attacking your underling. The matter is closed."
"Now," said Malevant, "it has become clear to me that we have been going about this in the
wrong way. None of us is powerful enough alone to crush the Charmed Ones. Their power is
just too great. And with my brother aiding them, their power is even greater."
"Agreed," said Beelzbor. "You, Mephistan, and I have all lost powerful underlings to the
Charmed Ones. But what can we do about it? Every demon we send against them is
vanquished. With their accursed power, we do not stand a chance against them."
"Which is exactly what I've been considering," said Malevant. "Alone, none of us has the
power to destroy the Charmed Ones. But together, we would be invincible. Not even the
Charmed Ones with the help of my brother could stand against us."
"Wait a minute," said LaTarrin. "You said before that only the one capable of destroying the
Charmed Ones deserved to be the new Source. Now you are saying we must work together.
How does that prove which of us is the rightful successor for the Source?"
"You are right," said Malevant. "I did say only the most powerful deserves to be the new
Source. But since no one of us can defeat the Charmed Ones, it makes little difference who
becomes the Source. They will continue to defeat us no matter who is the Source."
"What do you propose?" asked Beelzbor.
"We combine our forces," said Malevant, "to put an end to the Charmed Ones once and for
all. Once they are out of the way, we can decide on a method of selecting a new Source. Let's
face it. If the Charmed Ones defeated the Source once, they will do it again. So we must make
sure that doesn't happen. Before a new Source is chosen, the Charmed Ones must be removed."
"It makes sense," said Talistar. "With out combined forces, not even the Charmed Ones will
be able to resist us. The question is, how do we put an end to the Charmed Ones?"
"I have an idea," said Malevant. "The key is their combined power. As long as they are
together, their power is unbeatable. So we must separate them. Once they are separated, they
will be easy to defeat."
"I like it," said LaTarrin. "It is a brilliant idea. We attack them simultaneously in different
locations. They won't be able to come to each others' aid. And even if your brother helps them,
he can only help one at a time. All it takes is the death of one to end their power forever."
"Precisely," said Malevant. "We destroy one of them and the other two will be easy prey."
"I assume you already have a plan for this," said Beelzbor. "That would be your reason for
summoning us."
"Indeed I do," said Malevant. "Currently, one of the sisters is still recovering from the syphon
demon attack. Her powers have not yet fully returned to her. The other two watch over her
while she recuperates."
"So we attack this weakened one?" asked Tarlistar.
"No," said Malevant. "We go after one of the other sisters and their White Lighter."
"I don't understand," said LaTarrin.
"I will take the White Lighter captive," said Malevant. "One of you will take one of the other
sisters captive. I would suggest the middle sister. Hers' is the weakest powers of the three. She
will be the easiest to manipulate."
"So you kill the White Lighter," said Beelzbor, "and one of us kills the middle sister."
"No," said Malevant. "That's the beauty of my plan. You simply take the sister captive. This
will draw out the older sister who will surely try to rescue her. Then, when she attempts to free
either the White Lighter or her sister, we destroy her first. This will strip the Charmed Ones of
their powers. The other two will be easy to dispatch."
"Why not just destroy the captive sister and end their power?" asked Tarlistar. "That will be
much easier."
"Yes," said Malevant, "and that will give them time to others to their aid. And there is
another reason for my plan. To destroy the Charmed Ones, they must ALL be destroyed, not just
one of them. This will prevent another sister from appearing in the future, as the youngest did."
"Another sister?" questioned Beelzbor. "I find that extremely unlikely."
"We also thought it unlikely of a fourth sister," said Malevant. "Yet, she appeared almost at
the instant of the eldests' death. Do you wish to risk that happening again?"
"He has a point," said LaTarrin. "However remote, there is the possibility of another sister.
Malevant is right. If we are to destroy the Charmed Ones, they must all be destroyed. Not even
one must survive."
"Agreed," said Tarlistar. "So, Malevant will capture their White Lighter. How do you
propose to do that? Once you try, he will simply orb away."
"Peltak," said Malevant.
The lower demon walked out of the mists, holding a pair of manacles. It handed them to
Malevant, then stood next to its' master.
"With these," said Malevant. "My father used these to capture my mother. They are incanted
to bind the powers of a White Lighter. It was how he was able to keep her captive long enough
to give birth to my brother and me. Once these are on his wrists, he won't be able to orb."
"How will you get them on his wrists?" asked Beelzbor. "It's unlikely he's going to simply
stand there and let you put them on you."
"That will be my problem," said Malevant. "Once I do, I'll hold him. One of you must
capture the middle sister."
"I'll do that," said Beelzbor. "I've seen her. She's actually quite attractive. For a human."
"Fine," said Malevant. "But she must not be harmed. She must be used as bait for the oldest
one."
"Then what?" asked Tarlistar.
"Then," said Malevant, "we give the witch a choice. She can either save her White Lighter or
her sister. Whomever she chooses, that will be our cue. If she chooses her sister, Tarlistar and
LaTarrin will go to Beelzbor and help destroy her. Once they destroy her, you can then destroy
the middle sister at your leisure."
"You're assuming she'll be coming after the sister," said Beelzbor. "What if she goes after the
White Lighter?"
"I don't think that will happen," said Malevant. "My brother will be helping her. When he
learns that I'm holding another White Lighter, I know he will insist on trying to save him. When
he does, I'll be able to destroy my brother completely. In my domain, he will stand no chance."
"So," said Beelzbor, "we not only rid ourselves of the Charmed Ones, but your brother and
another White Lighter as well. I must admit it is an excellent plan."
"Of course it is," said Malevant. "Now, you need to devise some plan to take the middle
sister captive. But remember; she must not be harmed. She must be alive and well if she is to
be used to lure the oldest sister to you."
"I shall treat her with the greatest of care," said Beelzbor. "Until it is time to put an end to
her."
"Excellent," said Malevant. "Once the two sisters and the White Lighters are dead, I will
finish the final sister. She will be an easy target once the others are finished."
"Then it will finally be finished," said LaTarrin. "It is perfect. Where do you plan to keep the
White Lighter and the sister captive? The witches cannot orb or shimmer. They cannot be
brought down here."
"Select a location of your choosing," said Malevant. "Let me know where it is and I will
select a location that is on the other side of the city from it. Then, we will both let the older
sister know we plan to kill our captives. At the same time. She will have to choose which to
save. I am confident she will choose her sister. Then, when she arrives to save her, the three of
you destroy her."
"This cannot fail," said Beelzbor. "Amazing we did not think of this before. It is so simple."
"Yes, it is," said Malevant. "Now, go make your preparations. The White Lighter and the
middle sister must be taken at the same time to avoid arising suspicion. Let me know when you
have chosen a spot. Then we can put my plan into action."
The three demons didn't say a word. They simply turned and walked back into the mists.
"Peltak," said Malevant handing the manacles to the lower demon, "tell the others I want to
speak with them. They are to capture the White Lighter, but he is not to be harmed. Not even a
hair out of place. If he is harmed, they will answer to me personally. I will give them further
instructions when they arrive."
"Yes, Master," said Peltak.
The demon faded back into the mists to gather the others. Malevant smiled to himself.
Everything was progressing perfectly. In a few hours, his greatest rivals would be gone forever.
The Source could not have chosen a better time to foolishly try to control the Hollow. He turned
and confidently walked into the swirling mists to instruct his minions in capturing the White
Lighter.
To be continued . . .
Be sure not to miss Part 6: Divide and Conquer. While Paige is still recovering from the
attack by the syphon demon, Malevant and the other high level demons kidnap Leo and Phoebe.
With Paige unable to help, and only enough time to get to one of them, Piper is left with a
terrible decision. Does she save her husband or her sister?
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"BALANCE OF POWER"
by J. B. Tilton
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB
television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work
of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
A special thanks to Tracie Joy (a.k.a. Magiklmoon) for her help in this story.
* * *
Authors' note: This story takes place after the episode where the Charmed Ones have killed the
Source but before the episode where Cole discovers he is inhabited by the Source. It is based on
the premise that It took the Source several days to manifest himself inside Cole and Cole still
believes himself to be only a human.
* * *
With the death of the Source, a struggle in the underworld ensues to see who will be his
replacement. In order to make the selection, a contest is started. The new Source will be the
demon who can kill the Charmed Ones
PART 5 - POWER PLAY
With the defeat of Trellman, the syphon demon, no one is any closer to destroying the
Charmed Ones than they were before. Malevant calls the other high level demons together and
proposes a daring strategy which he claims will rid them of the accursed witches once and for
all.
* * *
Malevant walked through the swirling mists of the underworld he called home. Trellman had
been vanquished and the youngest Charmed One was even now recovering from the attack. In a
few days her powers would be fully restored and they would have lost their change to destroy the
Charmed Ones.
As always, Grimlor stood by silently waiting for any orders its' master might give. Grimlor
was small and had no power. He knew that if left to himself, other demons would quickly
destroy him just for the sheer pleasure of it.
But no one crossed Malevant. Those that did never survived to regret it. His master had
smiled on Grimlor, for what reason, the small demon could only guess. Still, it did not matter.
Malevant protected him and as long as he did, Grimlor would be a faithful servant.
"Grimlor," said Malevant. "The syphon demon has failed. I knew it would. It was foolish to
think that it could stand against the Charmed Ones AND my brother."
"Yes, Master," said Grimlor. "Much foolish."
"Always faithful Grimlor," said Malevant, smiling down on the smaller demon.
He reached down and petted the malformed creature on its' head. Grimlor liked that. It
showed the demon that its' master was pleased with him. And the more pleased his master was,
the more he would protect Grimlor.
"It is clear to me that our strategy is not sufficient to destroy the Charmed Ones," said
Malevant. "No single demon is powerful enough to do that. Their power is too great. Wouldn't
you agree, my little friend?"
"Master always right," said Grimlor. "Master smartest. Master always protect Grimlor.
Grimlor always faithful."
"Yes," said Malevant, "I do always protect you. And you are always faithful. I have a task
for you, my little pet. Summon the others. Tell them to come immediately. We must finally
conclude this quest. And end the Charmed Ones forever. Go, my little friend. Bring the others
to me immediately."
"Yes, master," said Grimlor.
The little demon hurried out into the mists to obey its' masters' wishes. The others would
arrive soon enough. They would all be aware of Trellmans' failure by now. Especially Beelzbor.
Beelzbor wouldn't be happy with that failure. Unfortunately, he would have no one to take his
anger out on since Trellman was vanquished.
Malevant walked through the mists until he came to a door. As if of its' own accord, the door
opened. Malevant passed through and stood in a large room. Several demons of various size
and description stood in the room. Just a few of the minions who served him.
"Peltak," said Malevant.
A demon with four arms walked over to Malevant and bowed. It had no eyes and oversized
ears. Its' large nostrils continued to sniff the air as if it was trying to decide what or who was
around it.
"I am here, Master," said the demon.
"Peltak," said Malevant, "bring me the manacles. I will have need of them. And gather the
holders for me. I shall have need of them as well. Have them wait for me here. I will return
when I have finished with the others."
"As you wish, Master," responded Peltak.
Malevant didn't wait for the demon to begin obeying. He knew it would. As with all of his
other minions, they always obeyed. They obeyed out of fear. The only true power that held a
demons loyalty.
Malevant returned to his normal area in his home. To an unobservant visitor, it appeared this
area was no different from any other area of this underworld. But it was much more than that.
Demons of all sizes and descriptions waited just out of sight for orders from him. He was
complete master of this domain.
Suddenly, a small figure hobbled out of the mists. Grimlor moved over to its' master and
looked up. Black ichor covered its' lower lip and one of its' eyes was partially closed.
"What happened?" asked Malevant.
"Yellow master displeased," said Grimlor. "Yellow master hurt Grimlor. Grimlor hurt."
"I see," said Malevant. "I will see that the yellow master does not hurt Grimlor again."
"Grimlor thank Master," said Grimlor. "Other masters come. Grimlor leave."
The three high level demons walked out of the mists as Grimlor scurried away in the opposite
direction. The demons walked up to Malevant and stood before him.
"Your little toad said you wanted to see us," said Beelzbor. "I assume you have some news
for us."
"In a matter of speaking," said Malevant. "But before that, I have something I wish to say."
Beelzbor smiled at Malevant. He appeared to be very pleased with himself. Suddenly,
Malevant cast a fireball which engulfed Beelzbors' head. The latter demon howled in pain until
the flames stopped.
"You bastard," howled Beelzbor, preparing to launch his own attack. "Are you trying to start
the war you so fervently told us you were trying to avoid?"
"No," said Malevant, "but Grimlor is mine. If he is to be punished, I shall punish him. I'll not
have you, or any of you, taking your anger out on him. If you must take your anger out on
someone, use your own underlings. Not mine."
Beelzbor looked at Malevant, seething with anger. He had so enjoyed attacking the little
misshapen creature. It had helped him get over his frustration at Trellmans' failure. Now, it
seemed that he would have to fight Malevant for that little pleasure.
"Enough," said LaTarrin. "Malevant is right. You had no right to mistreat his underling,
Beelzbor. You have your own underlings. If you want to take your frustration out on someone,
use one of them."
"I agree," said Talistar. "I would not appreciate your attacking one of my underlings.
Malevant was justified in his attack on you. Now, we have more important matters to discuss."
"Very well," said Beelzbor. "I apologize for attacking your underling. The matter is closed."
"Now," said Malevant, "it has become clear to me that we have been going about this in the
wrong way. None of us is powerful enough alone to crush the Charmed Ones. Their power is
just too great. And with my brother aiding them, their power is even greater."
"Agreed," said Beelzbor. "You, Mephistan, and I have all lost powerful underlings to the
Charmed Ones. But what can we do about it? Every demon we send against them is
vanquished. With their accursed power, we do not stand a chance against them."
"Which is exactly what I've been considering," said Malevant. "Alone, none of us has the
power to destroy the Charmed Ones. But together, we would be invincible. Not even the
Charmed Ones with the help of my brother could stand against us."
"Wait a minute," said LaTarrin. "You said before that only the one capable of destroying the
Charmed Ones deserved to be the new Source. Now you are saying we must work together.
How does that prove which of us is the rightful successor for the Source?"
"You are right," said Malevant. "I did say only the most powerful deserves to be the new
Source. But since no one of us can defeat the Charmed Ones, it makes little difference who
becomes the Source. They will continue to defeat us no matter who is the Source."
"What do you propose?" asked Beelzbor.
"We combine our forces," said Malevant, "to put an end to the Charmed Ones once and for
all. Once they are out of the way, we can decide on a method of selecting a new Source. Let's
face it. If the Charmed Ones defeated the Source once, they will do it again. So we must make
sure that doesn't happen. Before a new Source is chosen, the Charmed Ones must be removed."
"It makes sense," said Talistar. "With out combined forces, not even the Charmed Ones will
be able to resist us. The question is, how do we put an end to the Charmed Ones?"
"I have an idea," said Malevant. "The key is their combined power. As long as they are
together, their power is unbeatable. So we must separate them. Once they are separated, they
will be easy to defeat."
"I like it," said LaTarrin. "It is a brilliant idea. We attack them simultaneously in different
locations. They won't be able to come to each others' aid. And even if your brother helps them,
he can only help one at a time. All it takes is the death of one to end their power forever."
"Precisely," said Malevant. "We destroy one of them and the other two will be easy prey."
"I assume you already have a plan for this," said Beelzbor. "That would be your reason for
summoning us."
"Indeed I do," said Malevant. "Currently, one of the sisters is still recovering from the syphon
demon attack. Her powers have not yet fully returned to her. The other two watch over her
while she recuperates."
"So we attack this weakened one?" asked Tarlistar.
"No," said Malevant. "We go after one of the other sisters and their White Lighter."
"I don't understand," said LaTarrin.
"I will take the White Lighter captive," said Malevant. "One of you will take one of the other
sisters captive. I would suggest the middle sister. Hers' is the weakest powers of the three. She
will be the easiest to manipulate."
"So you kill the White Lighter," said Beelzbor, "and one of us kills the middle sister."
"No," said Malevant. "That's the beauty of my plan. You simply take the sister captive. This
will draw out the older sister who will surely try to rescue her. Then, when she attempts to free
either the White Lighter or her sister, we destroy her first. This will strip the Charmed Ones of
their powers. The other two will be easy to dispatch."
"Why not just destroy the captive sister and end their power?" asked Tarlistar. "That will be
much easier."
"Yes," said Malevant, "and that will give them time to others to their aid. And there is
another reason for my plan. To destroy the Charmed Ones, they must ALL be destroyed, not just
one of them. This will prevent another sister from appearing in the future, as the youngest did."
"Another sister?" questioned Beelzbor. "I find that extremely unlikely."
"We also thought it unlikely of a fourth sister," said Malevant. "Yet, she appeared almost at
the instant of the eldests' death. Do you wish to risk that happening again?"
"He has a point," said LaTarrin. "However remote, there is the possibility of another sister.
Malevant is right. If we are to destroy the Charmed Ones, they must all be destroyed. Not even
one must survive."
"Agreed," said Tarlistar. "So, Malevant will capture their White Lighter. How do you
propose to do that? Once you try, he will simply orb away."
"Peltak," said Malevant.
The lower demon walked out of the mists, holding a pair of manacles. It handed them to
Malevant, then stood next to its' master.
"With these," said Malevant. "My father used these to capture my mother. They are incanted
to bind the powers of a White Lighter. It was how he was able to keep her captive long enough
to give birth to my brother and me. Once these are on his wrists, he won't be able to orb."
"How will you get them on his wrists?" asked Beelzbor. "It's unlikely he's going to simply
stand there and let you put them on you."
"That will be my problem," said Malevant. "Once I do, I'll hold him. One of you must
capture the middle sister."
"I'll do that," said Beelzbor. "I've seen her. She's actually quite attractive. For a human."
"Fine," said Malevant. "But she must not be harmed. She must be used as bait for the oldest
one."
"Then what?" asked Tarlistar.
"Then," said Malevant, "we give the witch a choice. She can either save her White Lighter or
her sister. Whomever she chooses, that will be our cue. If she chooses her sister, Tarlistar and
LaTarrin will go to Beelzbor and help destroy her. Once they destroy her, you can then destroy
the middle sister at your leisure."
"You're assuming she'll be coming after the sister," said Beelzbor. "What if she goes after the
White Lighter?"
"I don't think that will happen," said Malevant. "My brother will be helping her. When he
learns that I'm holding another White Lighter, I know he will insist on trying to save him. When
he does, I'll be able to destroy my brother completely. In my domain, he will stand no chance."
"So," said Beelzbor, "we not only rid ourselves of the Charmed Ones, but your brother and
another White Lighter as well. I must admit it is an excellent plan."
"Of course it is," said Malevant. "Now, you need to devise some plan to take the middle
sister captive. But remember; she must not be harmed. She must be alive and well if she is to
be used to lure the oldest sister to you."
"I shall treat her with the greatest of care," said Beelzbor. "Until it is time to put an end to
her."
"Excellent," said Malevant. "Once the two sisters and the White Lighters are dead, I will
finish the final sister. She will be an easy target once the others are finished."
"Then it will finally be finished," said LaTarrin. "It is perfect. Where do you plan to keep the
White Lighter and the sister captive? The witches cannot orb or shimmer. They cannot be
brought down here."
"Select a location of your choosing," said Malevant. "Let me know where it is and I will
select a location that is on the other side of the city from it. Then, we will both let the older
sister know we plan to kill our captives. At the same time. She will have to choose which to
save. I am confident she will choose her sister. Then, when she arrives to save her, the three of
you destroy her."
"This cannot fail," said Beelzbor. "Amazing we did not think of this before. It is so simple."
"Yes, it is," said Malevant. "Now, go make your preparations. The White Lighter and the
middle sister must be taken at the same time to avoid arising suspicion. Let me know when you
have chosen a spot. Then we can put my plan into action."
The three demons didn't say a word. They simply turned and walked back into the mists.
"Peltak," said Malevant handing the manacles to the lower demon, "tell the others I want to
speak with them. They are to capture the White Lighter, but he is not to be harmed. Not even a
hair out of place. If he is harmed, they will answer to me personally. I will give them further
instructions when they arrive."
"Yes, Master," said Peltak.
The demon faded back into the mists to gather the others. Malevant smiled to himself.
Everything was progressing perfectly. In a few hours, his greatest rivals would be gone forever.
The Source could not have chosen a better time to foolishly try to control the Hollow. He turned
and confidently walked into the swirling mists to instruct his minions in capturing the White
Lighter.
To be continued . . .
Be sure not to miss Part 6: Divide and Conquer. While Paige is still recovering from the
attack by the syphon demon, Malevant and the other high level demons kidnap Leo and Phoebe.
With Paige unable to help, and only enough time to get to one of them, Piper is left with a
terrible decision. Does she save her husband or her sister?
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