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A/N: Unfortunately this story is just about over. I really did have a lot of fun writing it and I hope you all had fun reading it. This chapter has a HORRIBLE cliffhanger ending, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be evil but it was just too tempting! I promise I will post Chapter Eleven very soon; I don't want to keep you in suspense too long. Oh and one more thing, thank you to all of you who have reviewed. For those who have not, it just takes a second and it means a LOT to me. I accept anonymous reviews, so please, REVIEW! I really want to know what everybody thinks, especially after this chapter. I'll let you read now, enjoy!

Parker was drug into the underworld and pushed roughly into a stone jail cell. He sat himself down in a corner and pulled his arms around his legs. He wanted his mom, his aunts, his uncle, anybody familiar. After some time of sulking on the cold, rocky floor, Parker rose and examined his surrounding. He tried numerous times to escape using his powers, but after many failed attempts, came to the conclusion that escape would be impossible. Every power he tried, failed miserably. Eventually Cole returned to the underworld. Parker watched him talk to various demons and assemble an assortment of important looking objects, though Parker for the life of him could not tell what they were for. So he sat, for a while longer, in his miserable little cell waiting for something, anything, to happen. Parker must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes again he was no longer in the dingy little room, but instead in a large, open arena surrounded by odd and ordinary looking demons. He was on a raised platform, from what he could tell, and in yet another metal cage. He stood up and walked around a bit trying to get his bearings. The more he moved, however, the more the demons around him rustled and spoke, which made Parker nervous so he eventually returned to the floor.

"Hello Parker, how are you feeling?" Asked Cole who had suddenly appeared next to Parker's cage.

"Why am I here?" Parker asked, rising shakily to his feet.

"It's complicated kiddo." Said Cole, resting one arm on the metal bars encasing Parker. "We're trying to achieve something and you pose a sort of threat." Cole spoke calmly as he moved his free hand around the room, gesturing to all the other demons that had gathered. "You're quite famous Parker, I'm sure your mom told you that. Unfortunately, down here, your famous in a more negative way than a positive one."

"Are you going to kill me?" Parker asked walking steadily over to Cole. The more Cole spoke to him, the more at ease he felt, though he didn't yet understand why.

"I'm not," Answered Cole, "he is." He added, pointing to the same large, nameless demon that had forced Parker into the underworld.

"My mom will be here." Parker said, gathering courage.

"I'm counting on it." Cole said cockily, winking cheerfully at Parker before heading over to another demon.

"She'll kill you!" Parker yelled, gripping the metal bars angrily. Cole turned around to face Parker once again. He traced his steps back over to the cage, until he was just inches from Parker's face.

"She'll try, but she'll fail." He said in a hushed whisper. "Now be a good boy and behave yourself, we'll start in just a bit." Cole reached his hand into the cage and tried to ruffle Parker's hair, but Parker backed away, his face twisted with disgust, and a little worry. Parker sat in his cell miserably until Cole ordered the demons to settle down. The demons immediately stopped moving, talking, and fighting, and stood intently waiting for something to happen. Rather than addressing the group himself, Cole had the demon who had brought Parker to the underworld speak to the ill-mannered crowd. He spoke of a new age for demons, one where they would be free to act in their natural state without fear of witches and the Elders. He spoke of the planned destruction of the mortal world and the coming deaths of the Charmed ones. When the demon began ranting about the Charmed ones the hoards of demons booed and shouted. Parker stood up defensively but soon sat back down; his courage was clearly weakened by the frightening mob. Eventually the tall demon stopped talking, the crowd grew increasingly rowdy and looked more and more excited as time wore on. The tall demon then resumed talking whilst pointing at Parker, who was huddled in a corner, trying to escape the gaze of the hundreds of gathered demons.

"We all know what is coming," He said as he walked closer to the cell, "and what could get in our way." He pointed directly to Parker now who had buried his head in his folded arms. "The time is now to perform our sacrificial ritual and ensure our success." With that all chaos broke loose in the underworld. Demons were shouting and tackling one another in excitement and anticipation. Parker never imagined that his death would thrill so many. The tall demon walked over to a large book and began reading in a language Parker did not recognize or understand. Suddenly, adjacent from Parker's cage, Leo, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige orbed in. Parker stood up and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Cole rose from his chair and winked at Parker, as if the two shared a secret joke. Parker knew what the wink for, Cole intended to kill his family, but Parker wasn't about to let that happen.

"Mom, he's going to kill you. You have to leave!" Parker shouted frantically whilst clamoring about in his cage.

"Don't worry baby, we're going to take care of this." Phoebe said while staring, unwaveringly at Cole.

"No mom you don't understand, he knew you were coming, he planned the whole thing." Parker pleaded. Without answering her son, Phoebe joined hands with her sisters and recited an incantation designed to protect the witches from any demonic powers. "Mom it won't work." He implored once again. Phoebe ignored her son's warnings and continued with the spell. Cole smirked cockily as the witches spoke and sauntered towards them casually. Meanwhile, Leo was anxiously trying to orb or break into the cage that surrounded Parker. "Uncle Leo, you've got to help them, he's going to kill them, he told me."

"They're powerful witches Parker and they've got powerful magic behind them, they'll be fine. Is there any way into this cage?" Leo said as he seized the metal bars and tried to pry them apart. He gave into physical strength only after his many attempts at orbing had failed. Unlike the last cage Cole had manufactured, this one was impenetrable. Parker watched helplessly as Cole fired another of his energy balls at the witches, who stood still, expecting their protection spell to work. The spell, however, failed as Parker had predicted. The witches were once again trapped in an invisible box. The tall demon that had previously been reading in the unknown language summoned a dark lighter from the crown and ordered him to dispose of Leo.

"Leo go to the elders, tell them what happened. We need help." Piper said rapidly. Leo orbed out quickly before the dark lighter could attack.

"Finish it." Cole said to the tall demon that, upon instruction, resumed reading the large book. Cole waltzed over to the invisible wall and stopped just in front of Phoebe. "I told you I would win. I warned you to stay away; you just had to get involved. I'm sorry, I really am." Cole looked at Phoebe for a second more, taking in all her features at once, before turning back to the group of impatient demons. Phoebe was shaking all over. She glanced over at her son, trapped in that horrible metal cage. Her stomach churned when she thought about what she knew she had to do.

"He's your son Cole." She whispered, her voice quavering. Cole turned to face her immediately. "You always wanted children, what are you going to do now that you have one?" Cole's face contorted with confusion.

"What are you doing Phoebe. I thought we agreed a long time ago not to tell him." Piper urged. Phoebe didn't reply. Telling Cole the truth was her last attempt and only chance to save her son. Cole stood eerily still and stared blankly at the crown of demons, all rooting for his child's death.

"Cole, think about what your doing." Phoebe begged. "What's more important?" Cole remained motionless. He remembered the brief period Phoebe and he were together. Once they were married they spoke of having children. The idea excited Cole, he had always wanted a big house, full of the noise of children, happily running around their spacious lot. Cole focused once more on the group of demons who were watching the ritual, eagerly and full of anticipation. He quickly discarded his human feelings. The life he once had was gone; he was a demon now and had a demon family (of sorts) to take care of. The demon that had been reading had stopped and was watching Cole for guidance. "Continue." Cole finally said, averting his eyes from Phoebe's heartbroken gaze.

"Cole, please!"