A new Purpose, a new Hero
Chapter 1: The Return
This story takes place after Cole is vanquished in the alternate universe, about three months.
The Demonic Wastelands.
A lone figure sat atop a cliff in the Wastelands, alone and depressed Cole Turner pondered his existence, was he merely a play toy for God? Was his purpose sole one of amusement for the greater powers? Will he ever find peace? Cole stood and began generating energy balls and throwing them into the sky in the distance, this was Cole's only pass time in this realm of nothingness. The loneliness had not taken its toll on Cole, in fact it had given him time to think, but unfortunately all his thinking yielded more questions than answers.
"Why can't I die", Cole thought "this is getting ridiculous, Phoebe doesn't want me, or need me any more, what's the point, I've lived a long enough life, 115 years will give me plenty to brag about in hell, why the hell is it that I always get stuck in this pitiful place?"
When Cole arrived in the Wastelands three months ago, he went through the same process he did last time. He had picked up dozens of new powers, making himself immortal, and invincible once again, though he really didn't see the point. Though he had decided to be good, and never again let his demonic powers corrupt him into evil, his original reason to be one of the good guys was gone, and not only that was gone, but his sole purpose for living was gone also.
"Living without Phoebe isn't really living", he thought, "she had brought me out of the dark shade of evil, and then lost faith in me when I was possessed. Possessed dammit! I didn't even do anything, I fought it every step of the way, just because I lost, doesn't give her the right to lose faith in me. Wait a minute, what does this mean.am I.could it be.am I over her?"
Just as Cole finished this thought he sensed something, it was faint, but incredibly powerful, it had the feel of a Warren witch, but it also was demonic, it was puzzling, he had no idea where such a power could be coming from. Maybe this was it, maybe this was his opportunity, his reason for returning to Earth. If he could find this power, and train its wielder to use his powers for good, he would surely be able to find redemption in the afterlife. He would no longer have to worry about being cast into hell, and being caught in the nest the Wasteland was, and be forced to live another life of burden. He would go to Heaven, and be with the angels, and hopefully, before he died, he would be able to find his father's soul, and send it to Heaven, releasing it from Earth. Then if he ever got to heaven, he could finally meet his father. This decided it, if he had a chance to lead a new life to good, save his soul, and meet his father, returning to Earth held more promise than he had thought. With this, Cole stepped back, took one last look at the Wasteland and blurred out, hoping for another chance at redemption.
Chapter 1: The Return
This story takes place after Cole is vanquished in the alternate universe, about three months.
The Demonic Wastelands.
A lone figure sat atop a cliff in the Wastelands, alone and depressed Cole Turner pondered his existence, was he merely a play toy for God? Was his purpose sole one of amusement for the greater powers? Will he ever find peace? Cole stood and began generating energy balls and throwing them into the sky in the distance, this was Cole's only pass time in this realm of nothingness. The loneliness had not taken its toll on Cole, in fact it had given him time to think, but unfortunately all his thinking yielded more questions than answers.
"Why can't I die", Cole thought "this is getting ridiculous, Phoebe doesn't want me, or need me any more, what's the point, I've lived a long enough life, 115 years will give me plenty to brag about in hell, why the hell is it that I always get stuck in this pitiful place?"
When Cole arrived in the Wastelands three months ago, he went through the same process he did last time. He had picked up dozens of new powers, making himself immortal, and invincible once again, though he really didn't see the point. Though he had decided to be good, and never again let his demonic powers corrupt him into evil, his original reason to be one of the good guys was gone, and not only that was gone, but his sole purpose for living was gone also.
"Living without Phoebe isn't really living", he thought, "she had brought me out of the dark shade of evil, and then lost faith in me when I was possessed. Possessed dammit! I didn't even do anything, I fought it every step of the way, just because I lost, doesn't give her the right to lose faith in me. Wait a minute, what does this mean.am I.could it be.am I over her?"
Just as Cole finished this thought he sensed something, it was faint, but incredibly powerful, it had the feel of a Warren witch, but it also was demonic, it was puzzling, he had no idea where such a power could be coming from. Maybe this was it, maybe this was his opportunity, his reason for returning to Earth. If he could find this power, and train its wielder to use his powers for good, he would surely be able to find redemption in the afterlife. He would no longer have to worry about being cast into hell, and being caught in the nest the Wasteland was, and be forced to live another life of burden. He would go to Heaven, and be with the angels, and hopefully, before he died, he would be able to find his father's soul, and send it to Heaven, releasing it from Earth. Then if he ever got to heaven, he could finally meet his father. This decided it, if he had a chance to lead a new life to good, save his soul, and meet his father, returning to Earth held more promise than he had thought. With this, Cole stepped back, took one last look at the Wasteland and blurred out, hoping for another chance at redemption.