Chapter 10: Cole's New Life
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A/N: The review train is certainly slowing down folks, please keep it going. And thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story, I really don't mean to sound ungrateful.
The demon that appeared before the Source was a man that had so recently believed that he was nothing more than that: a man. But the Source knew better, he knew what Belthazor could become with the proper training. Though a potion would expedite matters.
"Where am I?" Questioned Cole.
"You are before the Source unworthy one, and you will refer to him as master!" Snapped a demonic guard in the corner.
"Did I tell you to speak?" Hissed the Source in a very agitated manner.
"No master, you did not. I apologize, it will never happen again," apologized the guard.
"I know it won't," said the Source simply. With that he hurled a fireball at the guard and watched him burn into ashes. Less than a five seconds later, a replacement guard appeared where the previous one had stood.
"You are my guest, Belthazor," continued the Source, "I am here to set you on your true path. You will join me or you will face my wrath. If you betray me, your only wish will be that you were dead. Fear me Belthazor, join me, and you will live in reverence of the entire Underworld."
Cole, afraid to speak, tried to shimmer out of the Underworld. He didn't know what to do but to try and escape. If that failed, the only option was to join the Source.
"You are not strong enough to use your powers at your mere will, fool. You have lived your life as a human, do you really expect to be able to shimmer out of the Underworld? I should kill you for your ignorance. Instead I will use you for my bidding. You will defeat The Charmed Ones for me. Get close to them; learn what they know about the evil magical world. They will trust you, and fall victim to their human emotions. Strike when they are vulnerable, and you can kill them, all four of them, for evil."
Cole thought about his options. Kill or be killed. He would never kill Phoebe or her sisters, but the Source didn't know that. He could make the Source believe that he was joining the ranks of evil. His plan would put his life on the line, but he would do anything for Phoebe. Anything.
"I know what you're thinking Belthazor. Luckily, I've planned for such an unfortunate occasion," cackled the Source.
With a nod of his head, two guards entered the chamber holding different vials. They both smashed them onto Cole's back. He screamed in pain for a second, but stopped as soon as the potion had sunken in. He pulled the broken glass from his back without as much as a flinch, and turned his attention to the Source.
"Now, how do you feel?" Questioned the Source.
"Strong," replied Cole, "I feel powerful."
"Who is your master?" the Source asked.
"The Source," answered Cole.
"Now go to the witches, and begin the procedure," the Source spat.
"Yes, master," replied Cole as he shimmered out of the Underworld.
The Source's bidding was going to plan, and all the pieces were set in play. Little did the Source know, all the while Cole was only partially affected by the potions. Cole still had his love for Phoebe, and with this, his heart could never filly succumb to evil.
Unfortunately, Cole didn't know this either, and would try his hardest to complete the Source's plan until he was so close he could taste The Charmed One's death. He would never kill them, though he might greatly injure them. That is until the Source figured him out.
The four sisters walked through the familiar house, awed at the similarity to the set they worked on everyday.
"It's like the same thing but there are ceilings instead of cameras and microphones!" commented Phoebe.
Just then a girl with tinted blonde raven black hair walked in from the conservatory talking on her cell phone.
"I know, I know. I'll be there as soon as I can it's just I have a family obligation. Yes I know I have a lot of those sir, but I'll be there when I can. Ok. Bye," the woman said.
She finished her conversation and looked up to the four women who stood before her.
"Finally Pam. My boss is going to kill me for being so late. Where've you been? Patty and I have been waiting forever," the woman finished.
"Sorry Jackie. Basically the Elder's greatest fear came true: Cole's a demon. But it's okay because he's in love with Phoebe. Then we got attacked by a different demon, and we came for the Book of Shadows."
"Cole attacked you guys Pam?" asked Patty, who just entered the room only hearing parts of the conversation.
"No Patty. Jackie will explain it to you later."
"So I gather you're out cousins," Prue spoke.
"And I gather you're Prue," Jackie said as she extended her hand.
Prue shook her hand and Jackie moved onto the other two sisters, guessing their identities correctly and shaking their hands.
Patty had left and retuned with the Book, and Pam advanced on it as to try and find the demon that had attacked them.
She flipped through the Book as Prue, Piper, and Phoebe looked over her shoulder. She flipped through the pages until she came to the one about Troxa.
"Wow Piper. You must've really put your energy into that blast. He's a hitman for the Source," said Phoebe.
"Nothing to it," Piper gleamed, "Just a little flick of the wrists," she said as she flicked her hand, blowing up a wooden chair that was close by.
"Crap," she said, "I am soooooo sorry. I'll pay for it, I promise..."
"It's okay," Jackie and Patty said, "this is your house. Well all four of you."
"Our house?" repeated Prue, "But we have our own houses. It's not like we could all move in here together," continued Prue with a laugh. But when Jackie, Patty, and Pam didn't laugh, she got worried.
"We aren't seriously moving in here together, are we?" asked Prue, "We can't do that. There's no way........could we? No, you guys live here." She said to Patty and Jackie.
"Well really, we were just living here to protect the Book of Shadows until you guys were ready. Patty's not magical, but your Aunt Piper loved to cook and taught Patty how to, so she was great with making vanquishing potions for the demons that attacked us. Now that you're here, we can move out, and you guys have to move in," Jackie said. "Wait what do you mean "have to," questioned Phoebe.
"The Power of Four, Phoebe. Just like The Power of Three, it's strongest together. We live in houses across town from each other. Alone, we're sitting ducks," said Prue with realization.
"But Piper vanquished Troxa alone," contradicted Phoebe.
"That's because she had The Power of Four in the room. The reconstituted Power of Four is strong enough so that even though we're not touching, the power is still with us," explained Pam.
"Oh, well, I knew that," said Phoebe vaguely.
"We need to stay closer now that we know the Source is sending hitmen after us," chimed in Piper, "but what about our Aunts Piper and Prue? I mean do they live here too?"
Piper looked around for an answer, but saw only solemn faces.
"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? I didn't mean.........."
"No, it's okay Piper. They were killed just recently by an accomplice of a demon named Shax They vanquished Shax, and he was one of the Source's top hitmen, so Shax's accomplice came soon after the vanquish to kill them. They were caught off guard, and he killed them. That's it was so important for Pam to come and get you today. If the forces of good were at a disadvantage for too long a time, the world's balance would be thrown off," explained Patty.
"So then our mother was killed too," said Phoebe with tears in her eyes.
"Her last words were 'take care of my girls.' If it helps, all she ever talked about was how much she loved you all and how sorry she was of the pain she had caused Pam," Jackie concluded.
"And your father, Jack, where is he?" asked Prue.
"He's living, but he moved away after I grew up. He said this house held one too many bad memories. I'll probably go live with him now though, and Patty will come with me," finished Jackie.
"You can stay here, we'll make arrangements, you're family," said a concerned Piper. She didn't want anything to hurt Patty or Jackie as long as they could do something to help.
"We'll be fine. My father was right. For us, this house holds a lot of bad memories. Even though it's home, I think it'd be best for us to leave," said Jackie as she looked around the house, "Besides, demons won't worry with us anymore because we don't have the Book of Shadows," Jackie concluded.
The girls said their goodbyes to Jackie and Patty as they orbed off back to the set, only to find Cole waiting for them.
"Hi," he said, "I was waiting for you guys to come back. We, still have a show to shoot."
"Do we Pam?" asked Prue, "I mean the show was just a place for us to learn about magic, so why do we still have to continue with the show?"
"Well you could to keep the others employed, but otherwise you could just leave and do whatever job you want to," answered Pam.
"Then it's settled," started Phoebe, "We'll stay."
"Thanks for consulting us Pheebs," joked Prue. She knew that Phoebe wanted Cole to have the best, and the best included employment.
"You guys were gone for a while, is everything alright?" asked Cole, eager to know what kind of demon the Source had sent after the girls.
"Oh, were fine. Just a demonic attack, ya know, normal stuff," answered Phoebe with a laugh.
"What kind of demon? Was it a hitman?" questioned Cole, but added quickly, "That is to say, it'd make sense for him to send a hitman, to uh, break up The Power of Four as soon as it was reconstituted," finished Cole uneasily.
Prue, Piper, and Pam looked incredulously at Cole, wondering how he knew that they had reconstituted The Power of Four. But they shrugged it off, thinking that Cole had put the pieces together himself. Phoebe, who found nothing wrong in Cole's manner, simply answered him.
"Yeah it was a hitman. His name is Troxa. Or rather was Troxa. Piper blew his demonic ass up," Phoebe commented cheerfully, "no offense," she added with a laugh.
Cole smiled at the way Phoebe joked about things. He smiled even more when he thought about how Phoebe loved him. Soon his thoughts were dampened at the Source's words. 'You can kill them, all four of them, for evil.' She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
A/N: Better or worse? Too long? Too droning? I'm getting worried that no one likes the story anymore cause I haven't gotten any reviews lately. I'm feeling very sad you guys. I need you to tell me what you think. PLEASE. Enjoy please and please I mean PLEASE review.
Disclaimer: I thought we already established this, kajaeebus.
A/N: The review train is certainly slowing down folks, please keep it going. And thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story, I really don't mean to sound ungrateful.
The demon that appeared before the Source was a man that had so recently believed that he was nothing more than that: a man. But the Source knew better, he knew what Belthazor could become with the proper training. Though a potion would expedite matters.
"Where am I?" Questioned Cole.
"You are before the Source unworthy one, and you will refer to him as master!" Snapped a demonic guard in the corner.
"Did I tell you to speak?" Hissed the Source in a very agitated manner.
"No master, you did not. I apologize, it will never happen again," apologized the guard.
"I know it won't," said the Source simply. With that he hurled a fireball at the guard and watched him burn into ashes. Less than a five seconds later, a replacement guard appeared where the previous one had stood.
"You are my guest, Belthazor," continued the Source, "I am here to set you on your true path. You will join me or you will face my wrath. If you betray me, your only wish will be that you were dead. Fear me Belthazor, join me, and you will live in reverence of the entire Underworld."
Cole, afraid to speak, tried to shimmer out of the Underworld. He didn't know what to do but to try and escape. If that failed, the only option was to join the Source.
"You are not strong enough to use your powers at your mere will, fool. You have lived your life as a human, do you really expect to be able to shimmer out of the Underworld? I should kill you for your ignorance. Instead I will use you for my bidding. You will defeat The Charmed Ones for me. Get close to them; learn what they know about the evil magical world. They will trust you, and fall victim to their human emotions. Strike when they are vulnerable, and you can kill them, all four of them, for evil."
Cole thought about his options. Kill or be killed. He would never kill Phoebe or her sisters, but the Source didn't know that. He could make the Source believe that he was joining the ranks of evil. His plan would put his life on the line, but he would do anything for Phoebe. Anything.
"I know what you're thinking Belthazor. Luckily, I've planned for such an unfortunate occasion," cackled the Source.
With a nod of his head, two guards entered the chamber holding different vials. They both smashed them onto Cole's back. He screamed in pain for a second, but stopped as soon as the potion had sunken in. He pulled the broken glass from his back without as much as a flinch, and turned his attention to the Source.
"Now, how do you feel?" Questioned the Source.
"Strong," replied Cole, "I feel powerful."
"Who is your master?" the Source asked.
"The Source," answered Cole.
"Now go to the witches, and begin the procedure," the Source spat.
"Yes, master," replied Cole as he shimmered out of the Underworld.
The Source's bidding was going to plan, and all the pieces were set in play. Little did the Source know, all the while Cole was only partially affected by the potions. Cole still had his love for Phoebe, and with this, his heart could never filly succumb to evil.
Unfortunately, Cole didn't know this either, and would try his hardest to complete the Source's plan until he was so close he could taste The Charmed One's death. He would never kill them, though he might greatly injure them. That is until the Source figured him out.
The four sisters walked through the familiar house, awed at the similarity to the set they worked on everyday.
"It's like the same thing but there are ceilings instead of cameras and microphones!" commented Phoebe.
Just then a girl with tinted blonde raven black hair walked in from the conservatory talking on her cell phone.
"I know, I know. I'll be there as soon as I can it's just I have a family obligation. Yes I know I have a lot of those sir, but I'll be there when I can. Ok. Bye," the woman said.
She finished her conversation and looked up to the four women who stood before her.
"Finally Pam. My boss is going to kill me for being so late. Where've you been? Patty and I have been waiting forever," the woman finished.
"Sorry Jackie. Basically the Elder's greatest fear came true: Cole's a demon. But it's okay because he's in love with Phoebe. Then we got attacked by a different demon, and we came for the Book of Shadows."
"Cole attacked you guys Pam?" asked Patty, who just entered the room only hearing parts of the conversation.
"No Patty. Jackie will explain it to you later."
"So I gather you're out cousins," Prue spoke.
"And I gather you're Prue," Jackie said as she extended her hand.
Prue shook her hand and Jackie moved onto the other two sisters, guessing their identities correctly and shaking their hands.
Patty had left and retuned with the Book, and Pam advanced on it as to try and find the demon that had attacked them.
She flipped through the Book as Prue, Piper, and Phoebe looked over her shoulder. She flipped through the pages until she came to the one about Troxa.
"Wow Piper. You must've really put your energy into that blast. He's a hitman for the Source," said Phoebe.
"Nothing to it," Piper gleamed, "Just a little flick of the wrists," she said as she flicked her hand, blowing up a wooden chair that was close by.
"Crap," she said, "I am soooooo sorry. I'll pay for it, I promise..."
"It's okay," Jackie and Patty said, "this is your house. Well all four of you."
"Our house?" repeated Prue, "But we have our own houses. It's not like we could all move in here together," continued Prue with a laugh. But when Jackie, Patty, and Pam didn't laugh, she got worried.
"We aren't seriously moving in here together, are we?" asked Prue, "We can't do that. There's no way........could we? No, you guys live here." She said to Patty and Jackie.
"Well really, we were just living here to protect the Book of Shadows until you guys were ready. Patty's not magical, but your Aunt Piper loved to cook and taught Patty how to, so she was great with making vanquishing potions for the demons that attacked us. Now that you're here, we can move out, and you guys have to move in," Jackie said. "Wait what do you mean "have to," questioned Phoebe.
"The Power of Four, Phoebe. Just like The Power of Three, it's strongest together. We live in houses across town from each other. Alone, we're sitting ducks," said Prue with realization.
"But Piper vanquished Troxa alone," contradicted Phoebe.
"That's because she had The Power of Four in the room. The reconstituted Power of Four is strong enough so that even though we're not touching, the power is still with us," explained Pam.
"Oh, well, I knew that," said Phoebe vaguely.
"We need to stay closer now that we know the Source is sending hitmen after us," chimed in Piper, "but what about our Aunts Piper and Prue? I mean do they live here too?"
Piper looked around for an answer, but saw only solemn faces.
"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? I didn't mean.........."
"No, it's okay Piper. They were killed just recently by an accomplice of a demon named Shax They vanquished Shax, and he was one of the Source's top hitmen, so Shax's accomplice came soon after the vanquish to kill them. They were caught off guard, and he killed them. That's it was so important for Pam to come and get you today. If the forces of good were at a disadvantage for too long a time, the world's balance would be thrown off," explained Patty.
"So then our mother was killed too," said Phoebe with tears in her eyes.
"Her last words were 'take care of my girls.' If it helps, all she ever talked about was how much she loved you all and how sorry she was of the pain she had caused Pam," Jackie concluded.
"And your father, Jack, where is he?" asked Prue.
"He's living, but he moved away after I grew up. He said this house held one too many bad memories. I'll probably go live with him now though, and Patty will come with me," finished Jackie.
"You can stay here, we'll make arrangements, you're family," said a concerned Piper. She didn't want anything to hurt Patty or Jackie as long as they could do something to help.
"We'll be fine. My father was right. For us, this house holds a lot of bad memories. Even though it's home, I think it'd be best for us to leave," said Jackie as she looked around the house, "Besides, demons won't worry with us anymore because we don't have the Book of Shadows," Jackie concluded.
The girls said their goodbyes to Jackie and Patty as they orbed off back to the set, only to find Cole waiting for them.
"Hi," he said, "I was waiting for you guys to come back. We, still have a show to shoot."
"Do we Pam?" asked Prue, "I mean the show was just a place for us to learn about magic, so why do we still have to continue with the show?"
"Well you could to keep the others employed, but otherwise you could just leave and do whatever job you want to," answered Pam.
"Then it's settled," started Phoebe, "We'll stay."
"Thanks for consulting us Pheebs," joked Prue. She knew that Phoebe wanted Cole to have the best, and the best included employment.
"You guys were gone for a while, is everything alright?" asked Cole, eager to know what kind of demon the Source had sent after the girls.
"Oh, were fine. Just a demonic attack, ya know, normal stuff," answered Phoebe with a laugh.
"What kind of demon? Was it a hitman?" questioned Cole, but added quickly, "That is to say, it'd make sense for him to send a hitman, to uh, break up The Power of Four as soon as it was reconstituted," finished Cole uneasily.
Prue, Piper, and Pam looked incredulously at Cole, wondering how he knew that they had reconstituted The Power of Four. But they shrugged it off, thinking that Cole had put the pieces together himself. Phoebe, who found nothing wrong in Cole's manner, simply answered him.
"Yeah it was a hitman. His name is Troxa. Or rather was Troxa. Piper blew his demonic ass up," Phoebe commented cheerfully, "no offense," she added with a laugh.
Cole smiled at the way Phoebe joked about things. He smiled even more when he thought about how Phoebe loved him. Soon his thoughts were dampened at the Source's words. 'You can kill them, all four of them, for evil.' She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
A/N: Better or worse? Too long? Too droning? I'm getting worried that no one likes the story anymore cause I haven't gotten any reviews lately. I'm feeling very sad you guys. I need you to tell me what you think. PLEASE. Enjoy please and please I mean PLEASE review.