TWO
"Demon," cried Phoebe, jumping to her feet.
Everyone jumped up, ready for battle. The demon stood about
four feet tall and was a light green. Its yellow eyes resembled cats'
eyes. Two small horns protruded from its forehead.
"Excuse me," said the demon, holding up only a single finger, "I
was wondering if you could help me. I seem to have gotten turned
around somewhat."
The demons' politeness took everyone by surprise. The creature
actually appeared to be a bit timid. It stood looking at the four
with the most pathetic smile on its' face.
"What?" asked Prue.
"I could use some directions," said the demon. "I'm looking for
the Halliwell manor."
"This is the Halliwell manor," said Piper.
"So you three would be the Charmed Ones?" questioned the demon.
"I'm sorry if I don't recognize you on sight. I haven't been out of
the underworld in four or five decades. And then I went to France.
Not a very friendly people, the French. Did you know that?"
"Who are you?" asked Phoebe.
"I'm afraid I don't have a name," said the demon. "At least,
not one you could pronounce. So, are you the Charmed Ones or not?"
"Yes, we're the Charmed Ones," said Prue.
Everyone was looking at each other in total confusion.
"Oh, thank goodness," sighed the demon. "You have no idea the
trouble I had getting here. First, I turned left instead of right at
the River Styx. That was a mistake, let me tell you. I doubled back
but I wasn't sure if I had gone far enough.
"Then I had to make my way through the upper levels of the
underworld. Do you have any idea how difficult that is? All the
passages look alike, especially if you haven't been in them for a
while.
"Then I had to enter the mortal plane, which isn't as easy as it
sounds. The astral plane boarders it on the right side and it's easy
to overshoot your mark. Oh, moving around between the areas of the
underworld is easy enough, but when it comes to entering the moral
realm, it's another story altogether.
"After that I had to make sure I was in San Francisco, because
that's where you guys live. And it wouldn't do for me to pop up
somewhere else. I'm not really familiar with the west coast of the
United States. Like I said, I haven't been up here in a while, and
then I was in France. I wasn't really crazy about being in France,
though. Did I mention the French aren't very friendly?"
"Neither are we," snapped Prue. "Now, what do you want?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry," said the demon.
He held his arms out at his side, lifted his head, and closed
his eyes. His face was all scrunched up as if he was expecting
someone to hit him.
"I'm ready to be vanquished," he said.
"Demon," cried Phoebe, jumping to her feet.
Everyone jumped up, ready for battle. The demon stood about
four feet tall and was a light green. Its yellow eyes resembled cats'
eyes. Two small horns protruded from its forehead.
"Excuse me," said the demon, holding up only a single finger, "I
was wondering if you could help me. I seem to have gotten turned
around somewhat."
The demons' politeness took everyone by surprise. The creature
actually appeared to be a bit timid. It stood looking at the four
with the most pathetic smile on its' face.
"What?" asked Prue.
"I could use some directions," said the demon. "I'm looking for
the Halliwell manor."
"This is the Halliwell manor," said Piper.
"So you three would be the Charmed Ones?" questioned the demon.
"I'm sorry if I don't recognize you on sight. I haven't been out of
the underworld in four or five decades. And then I went to France.
Not a very friendly people, the French. Did you know that?"
"Who are you?" asked Phoebe.
"I'm afraid I don't have a name," said the demon. "At least,
not one you could pronounce. So, are you the Charmed Ones or not?"
"Yes, we're the Charmed Ones," said Prue.
Everyone was looking at each other in total confusion.
"Oh, thank goodness," sighed the demon. "You have no idea the
trouble I had getting here. First, I turned left instead of right at
the River Styx. That was a mistake, let me tell you. I doubled back
but I wasn't sure if I had gone far enough.
"Then I had to make my way through the upper levels of the
underworld. Do you have any idea how difficult that is? All the
passages look alike, especially if you haven't been in them for a
while.
"Then I had to enter the mortal plane, which isn't as easy as it
sounds. The astral plane boarders it on the right side and it's easy
to overshoot your mark. Oh, moving around between the areas of the
underworld is easy enough, but when it comes to entering the moral
realm, it's another story altogether.
"After that I had to make sure I was in San Francisco, because
that's where you guys live. And it wouldn't do for me to pop up
somewhere else. I'm not really familiar with the west coast of the
United States. Like I said, I haven't been up here in a while, and
then I was in France. I wasn't really crazy about being in France,
though. Did I mention the French aren't very friendly?"
"Neither are we," snapped Prue. "Now, what do you want?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry," said the demon.
He held his arms out at his side, lifted his head, and closed
his eyes. His face was all scrunched up as if he was expecting
someone to hit him.
"I'm ready to be vanquished," he said.
