Pru sat in one of the parlor's armchairs, minding the time by her watch. She looked at her sister beside her, who lounged on the sofa while staring at the ceiling. Pru then glanced at the grandfather clock in the hall and she let out an anxious growl.

"What's taking them so long?" she grumbled loudly, looking to Julia for a response. She promptly replied with a clueless shrug, and went back to divining the source of the faded yet quite visible water patches on the ceiling.

"Guys!"

Pru jumped from her seat, scampering to the hall, where a sweaty, noticeably harried Drew stood on the landing. Julia had loped beside her, answering her brother's distress call.

"It's Xan. He's out cold," Drew uttered between deep breaths.

"What? What happened?" cried Julia.

Drew took his sisters' hands and began to take them upstairs, when the doorbell rang, giving way to the sound of the front door breaking off of its hinges and dropping to the floor in a cloud of dust and splinters.

"Hello. I've been looking all over for you," deadpanned the well-dressed demon at the manor entrance.

Instinctively Julia drew out her right hand, a bolt of lightning erupting from her palm. It struck the doorframe, missing the demon by inches, who was none too fazed by the attack.

"Impressive," he stated simply, as a sphere of light built between his eyes and burst in a flash in the hall, blinding its occupants. Immobilized by the attack, the three were thrown into the air, a tossed light ball exploding between them.

Julia flew onto the wall with a scream, narrowly missing the grandfather clock and fell slumped on the floor. Pru sailed through to the parlor, where a loveseat cushioned her descent. Drew followed suit in the dining room, as he smashed a chair and lost consciousness upon falling.

The demon stood silently for a moment, admiring his handiwork, before he strode to an unconscious Drew. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, the power broker began to shimmer. Pru watched in awe and horror as the demon, with his brother, faded away into nothingness. Soon there was no sign that an evil had broken into their home, save for the broken-down door and the two fallen witches. She lay at the floor rug, her breath being the only thing she heard, her tears riding down her cheeks.

A loud shuffling broke the silence, as Xan descended from the staircase. He held his head in pain, as he yelled out, "I don't know what the hell that demon did to Drew, but it sure gave him one helluva power..."

Xan landed on the stairs' footing, his last words trailing off into the manor. The disarrayed state of his surroundings settled in as he stared at Julia, unconscious beside the wall, and Pru, lying in the parlor with a sprained ankle.

"Pru?"

His sister looked at him, defeat in her eyes.