Phoebe whipped through the pages of the Book of Shadows. " Phoebe,
slow down," Piper said gently, putting her hands on her sister's shoulders.
" Paige won't come home any faster if we rip the pages from the book."
" How did you do it, Piper?"
" Do what, sweetie?"
She sighed. " You know, worry. When I was little, you and Prue must've always been worried about me. I never cared. I'm sorry, Piper."
Piper pulled her sister into a big hug. " It's all right." She let go and read aloud from the book. " So… Xalox. A memory demon. He feeds off of witch and warlock memories and delivers them to the Source for…infesting?"
" OK, officially freaked out," Phoebe moaned.
" Hey, hey, hey, don't worry," Piper assured her. " You write a spell to find a lost witch, and I'll…hey." The pages of the book began to flip themselves. Piper smiled. "Thank you, Grams."
She looked down at the page and frowned. " It's a list of the Source's Minions."
" Excuse me?" Phoebe asked.
" Apparently they steal powers to deliver to the Source so he becomes more powerful. Holy… Come look, Phoebe."
Mournfully, Phoebe peered into the Book of Shadows, staring at the drawings of the Minions. " What… Oh, no. Oh very bad."
Both women's eyes rested upon the picture of the Minion Valencia. She had black hair and all-black eyes. Besides that, she looked just like Paige.
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Valencia smiled. A whole coven of witches, although only six, stood around a cauldron, adding ingredients and saying spell words. Alaric, another Minion, frowned.
" Can we get it over already?" he snapped. Valencia glared at him.
" Do you want to tell the Source that you screwed up the mission?" she asked lowly and dangerously. Alaric was quiet.
" Good, then." Valencia grabbed the crystal that hung from her neck. "Let's go."
The two stepped out from behind the wall. " Hello ladies," she grinned.
One witch picked up an amulet and whispered a spell. The ten women were covered with a bright white light. Valencia snorted and waved her hand. The shield disappeared.
" Stupid, stupid," Alaric sneered. A ball of ruby fire gathered in his hand. He hurled it at the amulet witch, who fell down. Pale white mist lifted from her body into Valencia's crystal.
Valencia grabbed one witch by the neck. A black athame appeared in her hand. " I don't care if you kill me," she declared. " Good always wins."
The Minion sighed. " Can't you witches die without heroism?" She struck the woman through, the pale mist of her magic collecting in the crystal. Dropping her body, she screamed. Something sharp and pointy was stuck in her back. Turning around, she found a witch holding a sword.
" You'll pay." Fire erupted from Valencia, wrapping around the woman. She roared with pain until her body exploded. Bits of blood covered the demon-woman. Quickly she did the same to three others.
" Done?" Valencia inquired to Alaric. He nodded. She orbed back to the Source. Valencia bowed. " My Lord," she whispered. The Source turned to her and took her crystal.
" Very good for a first go," he nodded. " Next time you can go on your own."
" I await the moment." Someone- the Seer- hmphed. Valencia turned to her. " I am a faithful servant of His Wickedness. You are not?"
She caught a flash of a smile underneath his dark robes. " You are good, my servant. Do as well next time, and you shall receive a prize."
Valencia looked up, black eyes dancing.
" How did you do it, Piper?"
" Do what, sweetie?"
She sighed. " You know, worry. When I was little, you and Prue must've always been worried about me. I never cared. I'm sorry, Piper."
Piper pulled her sister into a big hug. " It's all right." She let go and read aloud from the book. " So… Xalox. A memory demon. He feeds off of witch and warlock memories and delivers them to the Source for…infesting?"
" OK, officially freaked out," Phoebe moaned.
" Hey, hey, hey, don't worry," Piper assured her. " You write a spell to find a lost witch, and I'll…hey." The pages of the book began to flip themselves. Piper smiled. "Thank you, Grams."
She looked down at the page and frowned. " It's a list of the Source's Minions."
" Excuse me?" Phoebe asked.
" Apparently they steal powers to deliver to the Source so he becomes more powerful. Holy… Come look, Phoebe."
Mournfully, Phoebe peered into the Book of Shadows, staring at the drawings of the Minions. " What… Oh, no. Oh very bad."
Both women's eyes rested upon the picture of the Minion Valencia. She had black hair and all-black eyes. Besides that, she looked just like Paige.
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Valencia smiled. A whole coven of witches, although only six, stood around a cauldron, adding ingredients and saying spell words. Alaric, another Minion, frowned.
" Can we get it over already?" he snapped. Valencia glared at him.
" Do you want to tell the Source that you screwed up the mission?" she asked lowly and dangerously. Alaric was quiet.
" Good, then." Valencia grabbed the crystal that hung from her neck. "Let's go."
The two stepped out from behind the wall. " Hello ladies," she grinned.
One witch picked up an amulet and whispered a spell. The ten women were covered with a bright white light. Valencia snorted and waved her hand. The shield disappeared.
" Stupid, stupid," Alaric sneered. A ball of ruby fire gathered in his hand. He hurled it at the amulet witch, who fell down. Pale white mist lifted from her body into Valencia's crystal.
Valencia grabbed one witch by the neck. A black athame appeared in her hand. " I don't care if you kill me," she declared. " Good always wins."
The Minion sighed. " Can't you witches die without heroism?" She struck the woman through, the pale mist of her magic collecting in the crystal. Dropping her body, she screamed. Something sharp and pointy was stuck in her back. Turning around, she found a witch holding a sword.
" You'll pay." Fire erupted from Valencia, wrapping around the woman. She roared with pain until her body exploded. Bits of blood covered the demon-woman. Quickly she did the same to three others.
" Done?" Valencia inquired to Alaric. He nodded. She orbed back to the Source. Valencia bowed. " My Lord," she whispered. The Source turned to her and took her crystal.
" Very good for a first go," he nodded. " Next time you can go on your own."
" I await the moment." Someone- the Seer- hmphed. Valencia turned to her. " I am a faithful servant of His Wickedness. You are not?"
She caught a flash of a smile underneath his dark robes. " You are good, my servant. Do as well next time, and you shall receive a prize."
Valencia looked up, black eyes dancing.