A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I was away from computer for the weekend.
Prue had been in the Underworld for a few weeks. Most of her time was spent honing her new powers and skills, but some of it was spent arguing with Lierre, which had become her new favorite sport.
She was wandering through the most centered part of the Underworld (known as The Square) and was looking at all the demon prisoners that were shackled by the wrists and ankles to the ground.
"You'll have to prove yourself against one of them."
Prue turned and saw Lierre smiling at her. She rolled her eyes and walked along to the next demon.
"Every one of The Source's...personal projects has to do it." Lierre said. "We tried procuring Belthazor for your battle, but he's unable to be found."
'Good for him.' Prue thought and walked along.
"Depends on the battle The Source wishes to see, really." Lierre said and glared at one of the demons who was growling at Prue.
"He already told me that I wouldn't be doing that." Prue said and backhanded the demon that was growling at her. "I'm too important to lose apparently."
Lierre just stared at her.
'Already slapping demons around?' He thought. 'I didn't think it was possible for the Underworld to corrupt witches powers so quickly.'
"It isn't." Prue said and turned to face him. "He just deserved it."
Lierre stared at her, dumbfounded. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but she just smiled and shimmered away. She didn't go far, however. She only went to The Source.
Once she shimmered in front of him, she bowed her head, but did not kneel like everybody else.
'Insolence.' The Source thought angrily. Then he felt an unknown force trying to force its way into her mind.
"Stay out of my thoughts!"
"As you wish." Was all Prue replied. The Source thought of killing her on the spot, but she was too important and he'd invested too much time into her.
"I have your first mission." The Source said. "It involves the death of a witch who has just recently gained the power of deflection. Lierre is to kill the witch and you are to take the amulet that hangs around her neck."
Prue nodded and shimmered out, then she went to find Lierre.
"Witch killing?" Lierre sighed when Prue had found and told him. "That's minor stuff. Go alone."
"I don't kill good." Prue said, then an athame appeared in her hand. "I kill evil, however."
Lierre just smiled when Prue put the athame to his throat. He chuckled, then she noticed what she had done. She immediately dropped the athame and took a step back.
"You'll get used to it." Lierre said with a smile. "Let's go."
They shimmered from the Underworld, Prue's first trip out, and appeared in an apartment. They looked around, but saw no witch. Then, they both got hit on the back with a small bottle. Prue turned and picked up the bottle from the floor.
"Vanquishing potion." She murmured then dropped it again.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." Lierre said. Prue put her mind to work. If the witch was aware they were coming and had nowhere to hide...
"She's invisible."
"Witches can do that?" Lierre asked.
"With the right spell." Prue said, then closed her eyes. The room seemed to spin as she did, then she knew exactly where the witch was. She formed a weak energyball, then turned quickly and threw it.
The energyball hit the witch, causing the spell to break. The witch fell over and Lierre went over to her, athame in hand. He picked her up off the ground and held the athame to her neck.
Prue then walked in front of the witch and held out her hand.
"The amulet."
"Never." The witch said with a steady voice. Prue grinned as she recognized the determination. It was too bad that her energies had moved to something new: evil.
Prue sighed.
"Well, your going to have to die then." Prue said, then tore the amulet from the witch's neck. "Since you didn't cooperate, I'm pretty sure he's going to make it slow and painful... but then again, I don't know him all that well."
Prue shrugged at the witch then shimmered out.
Lierre whispered into the witch's ear, "She does know me well."
* * In The Underworld * *
The Source stood, drumming his fingers on the knob on the hilt of his sword. He began to contemplate whether or not bringing Prue back was a mistake, but when Prue shimmered in, bowed her head, and held out the amulet, he decided that it wasn't such a bad idea.
"Give it to me." The Source commanded and held out his hand.
Prue looked up, then stared at the amulet. It went flying from her hand into The Source's waiting one. She smiled when she saw her original powers were still all they could be.
"You've done well." The Source said as he examined the amulet. "Where is Lierre?"
"Probably having too much fun." Prue said with a wicked smile.
Prue had been in the Underworld for a few weeks. Most of her time was spent honing her new powers and skills, but some of it was spent arguing with Lierre, which had become her new favorite sport.
She was wandering through the most centered part of the Underworld (known as The Square) and was looking at all the demon prisoners that were shackled by the wrists and ankles to the ground.
"You'll have to prove yourself against one of them."
Prue turned and saw Lierre smiling at her. She rolled her eyes and walked along to the next demon.
"Every one of The Source's...personal projects has to do it." Lierre said. "We tried procuring Belthazor for your battle, but he's unable to be found."
'Good for him.' Prue thought and walked along.
"Depends on the battle The Source wishes to see, really." Lierre said and glared at one of the demons who was growling at Prue.
"He already told me that I wouldn't be doing that." Prue said and backhanded the demon that was growling at her. "I'm too important to lose apparently."
Lierre just stared at her.
'Already slapping demons around?' He thought. 'I didn't think it was possible for the Underworld to corrupt witches powers so quickly.'
"It isn't." Prue said and turned to face him. "He just deserved it."
Lierre stared at her, dumbfounded. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but she just smiled and shimmered away. She didn't go far, however. She only went to The Source.
Once she shimmered in front of him, she bowed her head, but did not kneel like everybody else.
'Insolence.' The Source thought angrily. Then he felt an unknown force trying to force its way into her mind.
"Stay out of my thoughts!"
"As you wish." Was all Prue replied. The Source thought of killing her on the spot, but she was too important and he'd invested too much time into her.
"I have your first mission." The Source said. "It involves the death of a witch who has just recently gained the power of deflection. Lierre is to kill the witch and you are to take the amulet that hangs around her neck."
Prue nodded and shimmered out, then she went to find Lierre.
"Witch killing?" Lierre sighed when Prue had found and told him. "That's minor stuff. Go alone."
"I don't kill good." Prue said, then an athame appeared in her hand. "I kill evil, however."
Lierre just smiled when Prue put the athame to his throat. He chuckled, then she noticed what she had done. She immediately dropped the athame and took a step back.
"You'll get used to it." Lierre said with a smile. "Let's go."
They shimmered from the Underworld, Prue's first trip out, and appeared in an apartment. They looked around, but saw no witch. Then, they both got hit on the back with a small bottle. Prue turned and picked up the bottle from the floor.
"Vanquishing potion." She murmured then dropped it again.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." Lierre said. Prue put her mind to work. If the witch was aware they were coming and had nowhere to hide...
"She's invisible."
"Witches can do that?" Lierre asked.
"With the right spell." Prue said, then closed her eyes. The room seemed to spin as she did, then she knew exactly where the witch was. She formed a weak energyball, then turned quickly and threw it.
The energyball hit the witch, causing the spell to break. The witch fell over and Lierre went over to her, athame in hand. He picked her up off the ground and held the athame to her neck.
Prue then walked in front of the witch and held out her hand.
"The amulet."
"Never." The witch said with a steady voice. Prue grinned as she recognized the determination. It was too bad that her energies had moved to something new: evil.
Prue sighed.
"Well, your going to have to die then." Prue said, then tore the amulet from the witch's neck. "Since you didn't cooperate, I'm pretty sure he's going to make it slow and painful... but then again, I don't know him all that well."
Prue shrugged at the witch then shimmered out.
Lierre whispered into the witch's ear, "She does know me well."
* * In The Underworld * *
The Source stood, drumming his fingers on the knob on the hilt of his sword. He began to contemplate whether or not bringing Prue back was a mistake, but when Prue shimmered in, bowed her head, and held out the amulet, he decided that it wasn't such a bad idea.
"Give it to me." The Source commanded and held out his hand.
Prue looked up, then stared at the amulet. It went flying from her hand into The Source's waiting one. She smiled when she saw her original powers were still all they could be.
"You've done well." The Source said as he examined the amulet. "Where is Lierre?"
"Probably having too much fun." Prue said with a wicked smile.