Part Three
Still in the attic, Phoebe stood before her former lover with her arms folding, shaking her head at his new revelations. Typical Cole not to tell her sooner, "Oh my god Cole! You can't keep doing this to me." She put her hands over her tired looking face, fighting demons without her sisters was a difficult and draining task.
"They'll be back." Cole simply said, looking at the spot the demons vanished from.
"Hey! Never mind them, unless you tell me what the hell you're talking about, you better start worrying about what I'll to you!" She warned him, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to face her.
Cole sat down and sighed, "Before I became the Source I'd never even heard of demons going against the underworld king, so this came as a surprise when I set them a task."
"Then why not. Blow them up or whatever? Or banish them, or something! Why let them come back to bite you on the ass?" She couldn't believe it was something he never mentioned sooner, but deep down she knew that asking him would get the obvious reply of 'I didn't want to worry you.'
Cole closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, "I tried incinerating them, faded off them within seconds. My powers wouldn't work on them so I had to conjurer up a prison for them, and considering there's no Source to set them free - it was their father - the real Source."
Phoebe couldn't help but be confused; she had vanquished the Source with her sisters. So who was this real Source? It was the obvious question and the answer lay.
200 Years Earlier
The place of coronation in the Underworld is illuminated with candles, and the hundreds of upper level demons present are in the form of their human halves.
By the Sources' throne are two demons in their true forms, wearing black robes. A female voice tells them how the procedure works; "You are the two selected to become the new Source, and as you both know the power cannot be shared; a battle will now decide your fates. The new Source will be the last demon standing and it will be he whom decides the others' fate."
The female steps out of the shadows to reveal the Seer, "Not even I can foresee the new Source, let the battle commence." The Seer couldn't hide her evil smile as she stepped backward back in to the shadows.
The demons attacked with athames' and immediately the demon with tribal markings on one side of his face was severely cut on the other side. As he rivalled in pain the other demon with 2 looped circles over the centre of his face and pure white skin took a candle and pushed it in the wounded side of his enemy.
Before he could stab the athame through his wounded counterpart, a magical prison appeared around him.
The watching demons protested as the Seer once again stepped out of the darkness. "THIS BATTLE ENDS NOW!" She shouted with her arms raised in the air, looking on towards the hundreds of upper level demons watching. "Tyne has cheated his way to power, he must be punished."
Tyne, the candidate for the new Source trapped inside the magical prison protested his innocence. "This demon is not worthy of becoming the new Source, he's ready to die!" He shouted from his cage.
"What's going on Seer??" A demon from the crowd demanded to know.
"I had a vision of Tyne's past; he has used power enhancers to help himself to the victory. I cannot allow him powers worthy of the Source, we have a winner." She told the demons, turning towards the other candidate and new Source.
The badly scared new Source staggered to his feet, he moved his head in all directions as if to look at the demon crowd for answers as to why he lived. Finally, he looked to the Seer for guidance.
The Seer pointed towards the throne, "Just take your rightful place on your throne and like magic, you'll feel your new powers. Congratulations my liege." She told him, kissing his hand and kneeling before him.
The new Source made his way to the throne, as all the other demons dropped to their knees in worship and respect. He held one hand over the burnt side of his face, and dropped backwards on to his throne. Suddenly, his eyes closed, he moved his hand away from the now burnt side of his face and he jolted back and forwards like he was sitting in the electric chair. Other than his groans and screams there was utter silence in the darkened cave like room events took place. They all knew they were witnessing a pivotal moment in their evil existence, witnessing the reincarnation of Satan's right hand man. The champion chosen as the new Source now began to flame, and all the groans were gone. The flames lasted no more than thirty seconds, and when they vanished the demons got a glimpse of their king.
"I don't understand, the ceremony seemed to fail - he went up in flames." One demon said to another.
"They were not them kind of flames." The Seer said, clearly speaking to the crowd yet smiling at the new Source she helped to create. "They were ceremonial flames; the throne recognises its new Source."
The Seer turned back her attentions to the caged demon -Tyne, "Do you have nothing to say to your king, cheat?" "You have made a grave mistake you shall live to regret Seer, I'm the true Source and if it takes me a million years I will reclaim the throne!" Tyne shouted from his magical prison.
"YOU SHALL RECLAIM NOTHING!" The Source shouted, awakening from his carination ceremony. "The penalty for treason is death!" Demonstrating his new powers, the Source generated a fire ball from the palm of his hand and launched it at his rival to the power. On impact, Tyne was up in flames, but a few seconds later and the familiar shock, sigh of the crowd could be heard: Tyne was still there, and he didn't look hurt.
"You truly know nothing so-called Source, if you don't kill your rival to the power before claiming the power - you CANNOT kill your rival, it is impossible." He chuckled at the Source's lack of knowledge, even though he was in a magical prison that only the most powerful from the outside of it could open.
The Seer whispered in to the Source's ear, and when she finished the Source nodded and looked on at his prisoner. "The name Tyne shall never be spoke of again, anyone that does speak of it or bestows it on their kin will join this snake in the prison dimension known as The Walls." With a wave of a hand, the magical prison was gone and so was Tyne.
Present Day
"Tyne became so powerful in that dimension his body couldn't cope and he became an essence, a Source without the body. I presume with Lana absorbing all sorts of energy there, he allowed himself to be absorbed and hitched a ride back here in Lana's body. You couldn't vanquish me, so you can't vanquish him - and neither can I." Cole continued to explain, looking out of the window from the study.
Phoebe still sat on her sofa, she had been resting her chin on her hand, and was completely grabbed by Cole's story, "So here's the question - How do we finish this without harming Lana?"
TO BE CONTINUED
Still in the attic, Phoebe stood before her former lover with her arms folding, shaking her head at his new revelations. Typical Cole not to tell her sooner, "Oh my god Cole! You can't keep doing this to me." She put her hands over her tired looking face, fighting demons without her sisters was a difficult and draining task.
"They'll be back." Cole simply said, looking at the spot the demons vanished from.
"Hey! Never mind them, unless you tell me what the hell you're talking about, you better start worrying about what I'll to you!" She warned him, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to face her.
Cole sat down and sighed, "Before I became the Source I'd never even heard of demons going against the underworld king, so this came as a surprise when I set them a task."
"Then why not. Blow them up or whatever? Or banish them, or something! Why let them come back to bite you on the ass?" She couldn't believe it was something he never mentioned sooner, but deep down she knew that asking him would get the obvious reply of 'I didn't want to worry you.'
Cole closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, "I tried incinerating them, faded off them within seconds. My powers wouldn't work on them so I had to conjurer up a prison for them, and considering there's no Source to set them free - it was their father - the real Source."
Phoebe couldn't help but be confused; she had vanquished the Source with her sisters. So who was this real Source? It was the obvious question and the answer lay.
200 Years Earlier
The place of coronation in the Underworld is illuminated with candles, and the hundreds of upper level demons present are in the form of their human halves.
By the Sources' throne are two demons in their true forms, wearing black robes. A female voice tells them how the procedure works; "You are the two selected to become the new Source, and as you both know the power cannot be shared; a battle will now decide your fates. The new Source will be the last demon standing and it will be he whom decides the others' fate."
The female steps out of the shadows to reveal the Seer, "Not even I can foresee the new Source, let the battle commence." The Seer couldn't hide her evil smile as she stepped backward back in to the shadows.
The demons attacked with athames' and immediately the demon with tribal markings on one side of his face was severely cut on the other side. As he rivalled in pain the other demon with 2 looped circles over the centre of his face and pure white skin took a candle and pushed it in the wounded side of his enemy.
Before he could stab the athame through his wounded counterpart, a magical prison appeared around him.
The watching demons protested as the Seer once again stepped out of the darkness. "THIS BATTLE ENDS NOW!" She shouted with her arms raised in the air, looking on towards the hundreds of upper level demons watching. "Tyne has cheated his way to power, he must be punished."
Tyne, the candidate for the new Source trapped inside the magical prison protested his innocence. "This demon is not worthy of becoming the new Source, he's ready to die!" He shouted from his cage.
"What's going on Seer??" A demon from the crowd demanded to know.
"I had a vision of Tyne's past; he has used power enhancers to help himself to the victory. I cannot allow him powers worthy of the Source, we have a winner." She told the demons, turning towards the other candidate and new Source.
The badly scared new Source staggered to his feet, he moved his head in all directions as if to look at the demon crowd for answers as to why he lived. Finally, he looked to the Seer for guidance.
The Seer pointed towards the throne, "Just take your rightful place on your throne and like magic, you'll feel your new powers. Congratulations my liege." She told him, kissing his hand and kneeling before him.
The new Source made his way to the throne, as all the other demons dropped to their knees in worship and respect. He held one hand over the burnt side of his face, and dropped backwards on to his throne. Suddenly, his eyes closed, he moved his hand away from the now burnt side of his face and he jolted back and forwards like he was sitting in the electric chair. Other than his groans and screams there was utter silence in the darkened cave like room events took place. They all knew they were witnessing a pivotal moment in their evil existence, witnessing the reincarnation of Satan's right hand man. The champion chosen as the new Source now began to flame, and all the groans were gone. The flames lasted no more than thirty seconds, and when they vanished the demons got a glimpse of their king.
"I don't understand, the ceremony seemed to fail - he went up in flames." One demon said to another.
"They were not them kind of flames." The Seer said, clearly speaking to the crowd yet smiling at the new Source she helped to create. "They were ceremonial flames; the throne recognises its new Source."
The Seer turned back her attentions to the caged demon -Tyne, "Do you have nothing to say to your king, cheat?" "You have made a grave mistake you shall live to regret Seer, I'm the true Source and if it takes me a million years I will reclaim the throne!" Tyne shouted from his magical prison.
"YOU SHALL RECLAIM NOTHING!" The Source shouted, awakening from his carination ceremony. "The penalty for treason is death!" Demonstrating his new powers, the Source generated a fire ball from the palm of his hand and launched it at his rival to the power. On impact, Tyne was up in flames, but a few seconds later and the familiar shock, sigh of the crowd could be heard: Tyne was still there, and he didn't look hurt.
"You truly know nothing so-called Source, if you don't kill your rival to the power before claiming the power - you CANNOT kill your rival, it is impossible." He chuckled at the Source's lack of knowledge, even though he was in a magical prison that only the most powerful from the outside of it could open.
The Seer whispered in to the Source's ear, and when she finished the Source nodded and looked on at his prisoner. "The name Tyne shall never be spoke of again, anyone that does speak of it or bestows it on their kin will join this snake in the prison dimension known as The Walls." With a wave of a hand, the magical prison was gone and so was Tyne.
Present Day
"Tyne became so powerful in that dimension his body couldn't cope and he became an essence, a Source without the body. I presume with Lana absorbing all sorts of energy there, he allowed himself to be absorbed and hitched a ride back here in Lana's body. You couldn't vanquish me, so you can't vanquish him - and neither can I." Cole continued to explain, looking out of the window from the study.
Phoebe still sat on her sofa, she had been resting her chin on her hand, and was completely grabbed by Cole's story, "So here's the question - How do we finish this without harming Lana?"
TO BE CONTINUED
