Disclaimer: The characters of Discord and Demos are from HTLJ. These characters were portrayed by Megan Desmond and Joel Toebeck and are the property of USA Studios and Renaissance pictures. This story is for entertainment purposes only.

From All Sides
Double, Double, Toil and Trouble
Chapter II

Discord and Demos floated near the kitchen ceiling. They were using their powers to shield themselves from their distant cousin's view. "What are we doing here?" Demos whined. I thought we were on a mission to discover how we can go back to wreaking havoc on the universe just like the good old days. What are we going to learn in Pied Piper's kitchen?"

"Plenty you moron! It is such a pity poor old Strife bit the dust by Callisto's hand. Oh it's true Strife was Tweedle Dee but your Tweedle Dumber." She smacked Demos hard in the stomach and it was all he could do to keep from falling to the floor. I can't believe I've had to sink to working with the likes of you.

"I'm all you've got kissing cousin so you'd better be nice to me," Demos said making a sickening motion and sound with his tongue. "Hopefully that situation will be rectified soon," Discord snarled.

"You will seek me out even when you don't technically have to," he said smugly. "I'm unforgettable." "You're a pile of dung," Discord sneered. "And if you do that thing with your tongue one more time I will cut it off."

"Alright then mistress of mean by all means let us get back to the subject. How are we going to stir up some of our kind of action around here without getting caught red handed by the protectors and the Light? I mean even Ares is somewhat subdued by the fear of loosing his powers."

"Do I have to do all the thinking around here?" Discord asked. Never mind we both know the answer to that. My plan is gloriously simple. We need to increase the number of scapegoats or allies whichever you prefer to call them by identifying groups and or individuals who would benefit if the malevolent gods and goddesses were to regain our power."

"Ooh -Ooh, I know one already, this Source our cousins keep talking about, Demos volunteered. "Actually for a dimwit that is not a bad guess, but it is still wrong. Their Source fancies himself the ultimate evil sort of like Dahok, and you remember what he had in mind. He wanted all the power for himself and for us to take a back seat to him. Well I don't know about you but I'm not about to take a back seat to anyone. We Olympians are meant to rule and rule we will."

"So who do you have in mind to sucker in first?" Demos asked. "Oh I thought of a number of possibilities. There are a number of candidates who would jump at the chance to rain on our new protectors' parades even goody two shoes have mortal enemies." "I can't wait to get started on the recruitment process. I haven't been this excited in centuries."

" May I ask two more questions?" Discord shot Demos a thoroughly irritated look. "What are they?" she snarled. "Go ahead. Just remember if one of them is how you ended up in the Olympian family tree, I don't know. Demeter always had a soft spot for stray creatures perhaps she found you under a rock, took pity on you, and brought you home." "Very amusing," Demos said starting but then quickly checking the motion of his tongue. "What I actually wanted to know is why are we wasting our mischievous talents on such low ranking members of our clan? Why not start with one of our old favorites, Uncle Hercules?"

Discord sighed in frustration. "It is so basic that even someone like you should understand. Fledglings are always the most vulnerable prey. We can pick them off easily and then move onto the rest of the line. Our evil muscles are a little weak right now and we need to stretch them before we can flex them. Besides as much as I hate to admit it, even in our strongest days, Hercules always managed to kick our teeth in. It is going to be awhile before we are ready to challenge him again but don't worry that day will come soon enough. Now what was your second question?"

"Are we going to notify Ares of our plan? It might cheer him up a bit. He's been morose even for him." "No. Ares would get more depressed than he already is," Discord sighed impatiently. "I also don't think either one of us need any more failed missions added to our list. Once our victory is in hand then we will tell our mentor and win back his favor. "Now let's go get started down our wicked path, shall we?" Discord slapped Demos in the head and then they disappeared.