The guard walked through The Square and looked at the sleeping demons and warlocks with disgust. He reached the Seer then took out his key. He undid the locks on her feet, then when he went to unlock her wrists, she woke up.
"What -"
"Shhhhh." The guard whispered and unlocked her. "You don't want to wake them up from their ugly sleep."
The Seer rubbed her wrists and ankles, then stood up. She walked to the center of The Square and took a deep breath.
"It's good to be free."
"The Source wants to see you." The guard told her.
The Seer looked worried for a moment, but covered it up and shimmered out.
* * The Source's chamber * *
The Seer shimmered in front of The Source and stood quietly.
"I apologize for waking you during sleep." The Source said. "Though, knowing where you were sleeping, I doubt you mind."
"Quite true."
"It is midnight, meaning that your four days of punishment have passed." The Source said. "I have woken you now instead of waiting because there is something you must see."
The Oracle's crystal ball floated from The Source's side and hovered in front of the Seer. She took it and held it in her hands, looking down at it.
"What do you see?" The Source asked.
"I see her." The Seer said. "She's sleeping."
"Yes, but what is unusual about her?"
"She's...smiling." The Seer said.
"She has been doing a lot of that lately." The Source said. "I'm beginning to think that the spell was foolish."
"I can assure you that it was not." The Seer said. The crystal ball floated from her hands and back to The Source's side. "Once they begin to really fuel each other's emotions, they will become exceptionally powerful."
"In how many months will they be ready to fight the Corvo Faction?"
The Seer thought this over. There were only eleven in the Corvo Faction, but they were very powerful. Of course, so were Lierre and Prue.
"Four months." The Seer said. "They need time to prepare, to learn and grow as two, but fight as one."
"Begin training for them then." The Source said. "I don't care who you enlist but make sure in four months they are ready to win."
The Seer nodded then shimmered out.
* * The Seer's chamber * *
After serious thought, the Seer summoned one demon and one warlock. They both had reputations as killers and general evildoers. Both also had an impressive record for killing witches, warlocks, and demons.
Sytal was the demon. A record 1,000 kills in just one year. The Seer liked that fact. He was the size of Belthazor, but he was green. He also never wore a shirt, which confused almost everyone in the Underworld.
Rhome was the warlock. He hadn't killed as many as Sytal, but he was an expert at surprise attacks and the spells of good witches. He was average height with black hair and brown eyes.
The Seer surveyed the two in front of her and grinned. They were the right choice.
* *
A few hours later, Prue and Lierre walked into the chamber, looked at Sytal and Rhome, and then they laughed.
"You didn't say they would laugh." Sytal said in a deep voice.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure I'm taking the job anymore." Rhome said.
Prue walked over to him and the Seer smirked.
"Do you need some convincing that we're serious?" Prue said quietly.
"Yeah, it'd be nice." Rhome said, almost daring her to do something.
"Now, Prue, play nice." Lierre said with a smirk.
"Don't I always?" Prue said, then kneed Rhome in the stomach. H doubled over and Prue walked next to Lierre.
"*She* needs training?" Rhome asked in disbelief.
"It may be hard to believe, but yes." The Seer told him. "She fights with instinct, they both do. They fight well separately, but they need to learn to fight as a team."
"I thought the motto of the Underworld was 'Survival of the fittest. Everyone for themselves.'" Sytal said.
"We are the fittest." Prue said.
"And we are for ourselves." Lierre said.
"Just train them." The Seer said. "Teach them to fight together; they need to be prepared to destroy the Corvo Faction."
"They're a tough bunch." Rhome said.
"I've killed five previous members." Sytal said.
"Well, I for one am glad he doesn't brag." Lierre said, then he and Prue laughed.
The Seer smiled. They were already starting to fuel each other. Soon they would be ready for the future.
* * Two Months Into The Training... * *
Rhome went sailing into the wall. Again. Prue smiled then put her fists up and took a fighting position.
"Come on, get up." She said. "I'm ready to go."
"Let Sytal fight you now." Rhome said as he pulled himself up from the floor.
Prue looked at Lierre, who was across the room fighting with Sytal. She watched as Lierre pushed himself off the wall, then jumped behind Sytal and kicked him against the wall.
Rhome then grabbed her around the neck. Prue sighed then flipped him onto the ground.
"Switch with me!" Prue called to Lierre.
Lierre nodded to Sytal then they switched.
"I'm not as weak as that warlock." Sytal said as he and Prue circled around each other.
"Please, check all egos at the door." Prue said, then she punched him in the face.
Sytal growled then grabbed Prue around the middle and slammed her to the ground. He would have slammed his foot down on her stomach, but she shimmered just before he did.
She shimmered behind him then jumped on his back and began to punch his head. Sytal practically roared then grabbed her by the legs and swung her around, he let go and she smashed into the wall.
There was the sickening sound of bones cracking, then she slid down the wall, unconscious. Her nose was bleeding and a steady stream of blood began to pour from the back of her head.
Lierre looked over, and at that moment, Rhome planted a kick right on the back of his head. Lierre fell, then scrambled to his feet and ran over to Prue.
He pushed Sytal out of the way, then pulled Prue into his arms.
"She's going to die." He said calmly, but both Rhome and Sytal picked up on the concealed rage.
"What do we do?" Rhome asked. "There must be something."
Rage overcame Lierre. His eyes turned completely black then he stood up. A dagger formed in his hand, then he jumped at Sytal.
Rhome moved out of the way and kneeled next to Prue. Even though he wasn't supposed to, he had become attached and was trying to think of something to keep her from dying, but he couldn't think of anything and her pulse was getting weaker and weaker and...
An idea hit him. The Seer had told him everything about Prue and Lierre being truly linked by the spell.
"Lierre, get over here!" He said quickly.
Lierre looked over, then his eyes became normal. He then quickly went over to where Rhome and Prue were. Rhome grabbed the dagger from Lierre, then cut his hand.
"Damn it!" Lierre exclaimed. "What the hell was -"
"Just shut up." Rhome said and placed Lierre's bleeding hand on the back of Prue's head.
After a few minutes, Lierre's hand began to glow, like whitelighter healing magic. After a few minutes, Prue's wounds disappeared, and so did Lierre's.
"Holy crap." Rhome said quietly as he let go of Lierre's hand. "It worked."
Prue opened her eyes slowly then sat up. She put her hand on the back of her head and closed her eyes. Lierre grabbed Rhome and practically hugged the life out of him.
Sytal, disgusted, turned away from them.
"I've got the worst headache in the history of the world." Prue mumbled.
Lierre released Rhome from the hug, then he helped Prue to her feet and led her out of the chamber.
Rhome let out a small sigh then got to his feet. Sytal turned to him.
"Why do you indulge them in their human emotions?"
"Didn't you just see that?" Rhome said. "It makes them stronger."
"What -"
"Shhhhh." The guard whispered and unlocked her. "You don't want to wake them up from their ugly sleep."
The Seer rubbed her wrists and ankles, then stood up. She walked to the center of The Square and took a deep breath.
"It's good to be free."
"The Source wants to see you." The guard told her.
The Seer looked worried for a moment, but covered it up and shimmered out.
* * The Source's chamber * *
The Seer shimmered in front of The Source and stood quietly.
"I apologize for waking you during sleep." The Source said. "Though, knowing where you were sleeping, I doubt you mind."
"Quite true."
"It is midnight, meaning that your four days of punishment have passed." The Source said. "I have woken you now instead of waiting because there is something you must see."
The Oracle's crystal ball floated from The Source's side and hovered in front of the Seer. She took it and held it in her hands, looking down at it.
"What do you see?" The Source asked.
"I see her." The Seer said. "She's sleeping."
"Yes, but what is unusual about her?"
"She's...smiling." The Seer said.
"She has been doing a lot of that lately." The Source said. "I'm beginning to think that the spell was foolish."
"I can assure you that it was not." The Seer said. The crystal ball floated from her hands and back to The Source's side. "Once they begin to really fuel each other's emotions, they will become exceptionally powerful."
"In how many months will they be ready to fight the Corvo Faction?"
The Seer thought this over. There were only eleven in the Corvo Faction, but they were very powerful. Of course, so were Lierre and Prue.
"Four months." The Seer said. "They need time to prepare, to learn and grow as two, but fight as one."
"Begin training for them then." The Source said. "I don't care who you enlist but make sure in four months they are ready to win."
The Seer nodded then shimmered out.
* * The Seer's chamber * *
After serious thought, the Seer summoned one demon and one warlock. They both had reputations as killers and general evildoers. Both also had an impressive record for killing witches, warlocks, and demons.
Sytal was the demon. A record 1,000 kills in just one year. The Seer liked that fact. He was the size of Belthazor, but he was green. He also never wore a shirt, which confused almost everyone in the Underworld.
Rhome was the warlock. He hadn't killed as many as Sytal, but he was an expert at surprise attacks and the spells of good witches. He was average height with black hair and brown eyes.
The Seer surveyed the two in front of her and grinned. They were the right choice.
* *
A few hours later, Prue and Lierre walked into the chamber, looked at Sytal and Rhome, and then they laughed.
"You didn't say they would laugh." Sytal said in a deep voice.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure I'm taking the job anymore." Rhome said.
Prue walked over to him and the Seer smirked.
"Do you need some convincing that we're serious?" Prue said quietly.
"Yeah, it'd be nice." Rhome said, almost daring her to do something.
"Now, Prue, play nice." Lierre said with a smirk.
"Don't I always?" Prue said, then kneed Rhome in the stomach. H doubled over and Prue walked next to Lierre.
"*She* needs training?" Rhome asked in disbelief.
"It may be hard to believe, but yes." The Seer told him. "She fights with instinct, they both do. They fight well separately, but they need to learn to fight as a team."
"I thought the motto of the Underworld was 'Survival of the fittest. Everyone for themselves.'" Sytal said.
"We are the fittest." Prue said.
"And we are for ourselves." Lierre said.
"Just train them." The Seer said. "Teach them to fight together; they need to be prepared to destroy the Corvo Faction."
"They're a tough bunch." Rhome said.
"I've killed five previous members." Sytal said.
"Well, I for one am glad he doesn't brag." Lierre said, then he and Prue laughed.
The Seer smiled. They were already starting to fuel each other. Soon they would be ready for the future.
* * Two Months Into The Training... * *
Rhome went sailing into the wall. Again. Prue smiled then put her fists up and took a fighting position.
"Come on, get up." She said. "I'm ready to go."
"Let Sytal fight you now." Rhome said as he pulled himself up from the floor.
Prue looked at Lierre, who was across the room fighting with Sytal. She watched as Lierre pushed himself off the wall, then jumped behind Sytal and kicked him against the wall.
Rhome then grabbed her around the neck. Prue sighed then flipped him onto the ground.
"Switch with me!" Prue called to Lierre.
Lierre nodded to Sytal then they switched.
"I'm not as weak as that warlock." Sytal said as he and Prue circled around each other.
"Please, check all egos at the door." Prue said, then she punched him in the face.
Sytal growled then grabbed Prue around the middle and slammed her to the ground. He would have slammed his foot down on her stomach, but she shimmered just before he did.
She shimmered behind him then jumped on his back and began to punch his head. Sytal practically roared then grabbed her by the legs and swung her around, he let go and she smashed into the wall.
There was the sickening sound of bones cracking, then she slid down the wall, unconscious. Her nose was bleeding and a steady stream of blood began to pour from the back of her head.
Lierre looked over, and at that moment, Rhome planted a kick right on the back of his head. Lierre fell, then scrambled to his feet and ran over to Prue.
He pushed Sytal out of the way, then pulled Prue into his arms.
"She's going to die." He said calmly, but both Rhome and Sytal picked up on the concealed rage.
"What do we do?" Rhome asked. "There must be something."
Rage overcame Lierre. His eyes turned completely black then he stood up. A dagger formed in his hand, then he jumped at Sytal.
Rhome moved out of the way and kneeled next to Prue. Even though he wasn't supposed to, he had become attached and was trying to think of something to keep her from dying, but he couldn't think of anything and her pulse was getting weaker and weaker and...
An idea hit him. The Seer had told him everything about Prue and Lierre being truly linked by the spell.
"Lierre, get over here!" He said quickly.
Lierre looked over, then his eyes became normal. He then quickly went over to where Rhome and Prue were. Rhome grabbed the dagger from Lierre, then cut his hand.
"Damn it!" Lierre exclaimed. "What the hell was -"
"Just shut up." Rhome said and placed Lierre's bleeding hand on the back of Prue's head.
After a few minutes, Lierre's hand began to glow, like whitelighter healing magic. After a few minutes, Prue's wounds disappeared, and so did Lierre's.
"Holy crap." Rhome said quietly as he let go of Lierre's hand. "It worked."
Prue opened her eyes slowly then sat up. She put her hand on the back of her head and closed her eyes. Lierre grabbed Rhome and practically hugged the life out of him.
Sytal, disgusted, turned away from them.
"I've got the worst headache in the history of the world." Prue mumbled.
Lierre released Rhome from the hug, then he helped Prue to her feet and led her out of the chamber.
Rhome let out a small sigh then got to his feet. Sytal turned to him.
"Why do you indulge them in their human emotions?"
"Didn't you just see that?" Rhome said. "It makes them stronger."