"Tonight is the night that each of us have been waiting for!"

His goblet hit the large wooden table, and splashed what looked like red wine, but smelled more rotten all over the wood. It was blood. It was the blood of demons, many demons, demons that had been murdered, vanquished, whatever you wanted to call it, all for his cause. A cause which these people did even know. Yet they followed him, because he promised them things like immortality, and power. These were the things that would benefit him, but never them.

"Tonight, you all will set out into this world, as an army!"

The echoes of his voice reached the very back of the large gym-like room. It housed his many followers, hundreds of drones by which he was about to complete his final task, before setting foot on the Earth as a new man, or rather demon. He was about to break every rule the universe had set out for him, and he couldn't have been happier for it.

"March to Prescott street – and kill the three women there – they are the only things set before you – the only ones that could destroy our Idol's power!"

With that said, and a final chug of their matching mugs, of what could only be described as a vile mixture of demonic blood and drugs that increase hyperactivity as well as rage. The now enraged and charged-up followers swarmed the double doors, heading out into the night, as they went to complete the task set before them.

To himself, Daniel smiled and said. "It's almost done."

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With no one left in the house but Cole, Phoebe thought it'd be safe enough to use her powers a little bit more – freely again. She tip toed into her bedroom, and closed the door just a little. She broke open a bag of letters she'd saved from her column and began to try and feel what the writer's truly wanted to hear from her.

Unbeknownst to her Cole was on his way into her room. He entered when her back was turned, so he watched for a moment, quickly realizing what she was doing.

"Given that power of yours, wouldn't you call that self-gain?"

Phoebe turned, completely flabbergasted that she'd been caught. She quickly tucked the letters under her bed, and straightened herself out. This was not her Cole... but it was still Cole. Even though she'd like to say he had no effect on her, even after everything that she'd been put through, he still had that... that something. He'd always been able to capture her with his eyes, effortlessly. There was diffidently – something.

Phoebe clambered to explain. "I wasn't – that is..."

"You know... My Phoebe wouldn't have thought about doing something like that." He began.

She frowned. "I'm not yours."

"No, you're not."

He walked away from her. However, Phoebe couldn't tell if it was just Cole, being Cole. Or if he was truly that upset with what she'd done. Undaunted by his words, though, she moved onto the next letter, making notes as she went.

It was about an hour later when there was crash downstairs. Phoebe vaulted herself from her bed, and ran down the stairs to find Cole lying on the floor. She checked him, but he was fine and dusted himself off.

"What the hell happened?" She asked.

He bent down and picked up a shoe. "I tripped." He said casually.

Phoebe squinted at him. "You did what?" Laughing she continued. "A demon that tripped on his own shoe..."

Cole frowned this time, shaking his head. "This is not mine."

Phoebe snatched the men's sized shoe from his grasp and stared at it. It didn't belong to Leo that was for sure. Elder's didn't wear business shoes like this. But if it wasn't Leo's and it wasn't Cole's, then whose shoe was it?

"Hey, give me my shoe!" Someone yelled from behind.

Both Cole and Phoebe turned, and were stunned by the masses of people standing in front of them. It was hundreds of people, all wearing the same robe. What the hell? Phoebe's mind was racing. Had the demonic underworld finally had enough of them? Was this some kind of secret demon army? What they heck was going on?

"Those are not demons." Cole ventured to say.

Phoebe blinked, and tried not to act annoyed by his keen sense. "What do mean no demons? You mean they're human!?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

Cole grabbed the witch's arm and began to run with her toward the attic. He knew going up was always a bad idea, but if worse came to worse he could always shimmer them out. As they ran up the stairs, a million problems crept up and hit him in the head. They were human, and he couldn't very well go back to killing innocents after years of saving them. Could he?

"What should we do?" Phoebe panicked. "The book can't help us. Those are humans... I can't attack humans with magic... I'm pretty sure that's a bigger no-no than using my powers for my own gain!" She was pacing, as the door to the attic was being slammed against again and again.

"I could shimmer us out..." He suggested.

Phoebe disagreed. "And leave the others to come home from Grocery shopping to find this?"

He suggested again. "I could shimmer us to wherever they are..."

"And risk magic exposure..." Phoebe's pacing led her to the window, which she started to open.

Cole shrugged it off. "One little exposure isn't going to hurt you."

"We've had a little bit more of a problem with that than you guys...I really can't risk anymore exposure, lord knows I don't want to be erased."

Confused by that, he said. "Erased, what on Earth did you girls do?"

"Long story."

The window opened finally, so the witch grabbed the half demon and began to pull him out the window, beginning their escape. Cole wasn't even completely out of the window when Phoebe saw him slunk over, falling back inside the attic room. Unable to see what was happening from the view she had clinging to the wall and drain. Phoebe reluctantly climbed back to help him.

Never in her life had she seen anything like this. Humans of all races, genders, and ages climbed and pawed all over Cole. He could barely move now, he was pinned to the floor, beneath a flood of crazy cult worshipers. In a panic, Phoebe tried to cast a spell, but nothing happened. She tried to levitate over the crowd, but again, nothing happened. What a time for her powers to jam up!

Then, in a flash of light, she was before Elders and demons alike – just as she had been while being tried for her misuse of magic.

"Phoebe Halliwell. You have once again chosen to use your gifts for the betterment of your own wants – rather than to use them only to help innocents, therefore it is the decision of this council to discontinue your parole, until you can prove you are capable of having your gifts."

Phoebe was stunned. "Parole? Wait – you don't understand, I was-"

The man who had done all the speaking slammed a hammer on his table. Before the echoes could even stop ringing, Phoebe found herself right where she had been, surrounded by masses of insane people, who were now attacking her. She did the best she could, fighting them off like anything else. However, numbers were against her, even with Cole, who was now completely submerged inside a sea of humans.