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"Aaaagh!"
Drew's scream thundered through the dank cavern of the power brokers' lair. He struggled to pull the chains which bound him to the wall, as the power broker named Kii watched before him in amusement.
"Those bonds weren't made to be broken. Just admit to yourself that you're gone for, and I'll make sure you get a quick death."
"They're going to kick your-"
"Your little family doesn't scare me. I've faced worse from the likes of you."
Drew screamed a second time in frustration. Suddenly it occurred to him. Staring blankly on the marble floor, his eyes began to glow, a sign of his working telepathy.
"Hey,"yelled Kii, throwing a small rock at Drew's head, which snapped back up to face him. "Stop that. It won't work anyway, since it's already changing. Besides that, witches' powers are useless here."
The demon walked up to the Madison witch, waving a hand over him. Drew cried out in pain, as Kii's hand glowed a bright blue.
"Your newfound ability hasn't finished forming yet."
"What the hell are you doing to me?"
"Didn't you know? And I thought you witches, with your little books, knew everything. I'm altering your power. Giving it a little kick. And when it's over, I'll just extract it from you. Of course you're going to die from the procedure, but that's just the beauty of it all.
"You see, finding a witch with your capabilities is like finding a gold mine. Witches are getting stronger and demons are looking for better ways to knock them down. Which is why you are here. Powers just don't go 'poof' and appear.
"I'm looking at your face, and I'm thinking you don't have a freakin' clue what I'm talking about. You're a neophyte, aren't you?"
Glaring at the demon, Drew pressed his lips tight.
"Might as well have a little conversation before you go *kkk*," said Kii, sliding his finger across his neck. "I'm sure you are. And living in the Halliwell house, no less. Pretty sure you know who *they* are, don't you?"
Drew looked away, shutting Kii out.
"Ah, the Halliwell sisters. The *Charmed* Ones. Not so charmed now, eh? Dead as doorknobs. *Big* victory for demonkind-"
"You're wrong."
"What did you say?"
"One of them is alive."
"Now, now. Don't be a liar, witch," the demon reproached. "And even if there's a survivor, it won't make much of a difference without three of them. Nevertheless... One of the most powerful who ever lived, still alive. How do you know?"
Silence.
In anger Kii strode up to his captive, grabbing him by the neck. "We have ways of making people like you talk. I can prolong your agony as much as I want to. If you did your *homework*, you'd know that."
After Kii dropped Drew, he returned to the boulder which served as his chair. "I'm not surprised though. Even I was a witch once, twenty, thirty years ago." Kii looked to Drew for a reaction. "Hard to believe I was actually human. When my folks unbound my powers – What was I, thirteen? Can't even remember what my powers were. Anyway, I was so excited to use them they almost wanted to bind me again. You see – wait –"
The demon held up his palm to Drew. The young Madison gritted his teeth, stifling a howl of pain as Kii measured the augmented power's growth. Satisfied at seeing his palm glow bluish-white, he continued.
"You see, I knew what was the most important part of being a witch. Power. While my parents were busy trying to save the weak, I was cultivating my magic. It was pretty easy, really. That much I remember – my power could kill. And so I got my parents' magic, and then their friends' magic and I was pretty much unstoppable. Then some witches got the better of me and I went straight here.
"Not that bad really. Got one of the better jobs. I get the respect I deserve, from low and high level demons alike. And I still get to do the things I enjoyed when I was a human. I'm planning on growing out of that though..."
Kii broke out of his daze following his story and turned to his prisoner. "So after that long speech, what about you, huh? What's your story?"
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"Aaaagh!"
Drew's scream thundered through the dank cavern of the power brokers' lair. He struggled to pull the chains which bound him to the wall, as the power broker named Kii watched before him in amusement.
"Those bonds weren't made to be broken. Just admit to yourself that you're gone for, and I'll make sure you get a quick death."
"They're going to kick your-"
"Your little family doesn't scare me. I've faced worse from the likes of you."
Drew screamed a second time in frustration. Suddenly it occurred to him. Staring blankly on the marble floor, his eyes began to glow, a sign of his working telepathy.
"Hey,"yelled Kii, throwing a small rock at Drew's head, which snapped back up to face him. "Stop that. It won't work anyway, since it's already changing. Besides that, witches' powers are useless here."
The demon walked up to the Madison witch, waving a hand over him. Drew cried out in pain, as Kii's hand glowed a bright blue.
"Your newfound ability hasn't finished forming yet."
"What the hell are you doing to me?"
"Didn't you know? And I thought you witches, with your little books, knew everything. I'm altering your power. Giving it a little kick. And when it's over, I'll just extract it from you. Of course you're going to die from the procedure, but that's just the beauty of it all.
"You see, finding a witch with your capabilities is like finding a gold mine. Witches are getting stronger and demons are looking for better ways to knock them down. Which is why you are here. Powers just don't go 'poof' and appear.
"I'm looking at your face, and I'm thinking you don't have a freakin' clue what I'm talking about. You're a neophyte, aren't you?"
Glaring at the demon, Drew pressed his lips tight.
"Might as well have a little conversation before you go *kkk*," said Kii, sliding his finger across his neck. "I'm sure you are. And living in the Halliwell house, no less. Pretty sure you know who *they* are, don't you?"
Drew looked away, shutting Kii out.
"Ah, the Halliwell sisters. The *Charmed* Ones. Not so charmed now, eh? Dead as doorknobs. *Big* victory for demonkind-"
"You're wrong."
"What did you say?"
"One of them is alive."
"Now, now. Don't be a liar, witch," the demon reproached. "And even if there's a survivor, it won't make much of a difference without three of them. Nevertheless... One of the most powerful who ever lived, still alive. How do you know?"
Silence.
In anger Kii strode up to his captive, grabbing him by the neck. "We have ways of making people like you talk. I can prolong your agony as much as I want to. If you did your *homework*, you'd know that."
After Kii dropped Drew, he returned to the boulder which served as his chair. "I'm not surprised though. Even I was a witch once, twenty, thirty years ago." Kii looked to Drew for a reaction. "Hard to believe I was actually human. When my folks unbound my powers – What was I, thirteen? Can't even remember what my powers were. Anyway, I was so excited to use them they almost wanted to bind me again. You see – wait –"
The demon held up his palm to Drew. The young Madison gritted his teeth, stifling a howl of pain as Kii measured the augmented power's growth. Satisfied at seeing his palm glow bluish-white, he continued.
"You see, I knew what was the most important part of being a witch. Power. While my parents were busy trying to save the weak, I was cultivating my magic. It was pretty easy, really. That much I remember – my power could kill. And so I got my parents' magic, and then their friends' magic and I was pretty much unstoppable. Then some witches got the better of me and I went straight here.
"Not that bad really. Got one of the better jobs. I get the respect I deserve, from low and high level demons alike. And I still get to do the things I enjoyed when I was a human. I'm planning on growing out of that though..."
Kii broke out of his daze following his story and turned to his prisoner. "So after that long speech, what about you, huh? What's your story?"
