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Chapter 15: The First Of Two Meetings

"What is he doing here?" snarled one of the demons, gesturing to Chris.

Chris stared insolently back as Wyatt turned his gaze on the demon and replied, "He's here because I want him to be here, Devlon. You have a problem with this?"

"Yes, sire." answered the demon angrily although slightly nervously as well, "He's a witch, a good witch. I don't trust him. How do we know that he won't report to the resistance groups?"

"He wont." stated Wyatt, with a sideways glance at Chris. Chris was smirking slightly at the exchange. He was enjoying sowing seeds of discord amongst Wyatt's followers.

"So…now, let us begin." repeated Wyatt pointedly.

Devlon nodded respectfully and sat down, although he still looked suspiciously at Chris. Chris gave him a sarcastic smile and slumped down in his chair to listen to the demons making their reports.

A demon near the end of the table stood up. "There has been a decrease in the number of incidents involving rebel fighters. We believe there are now only a few rebels left in San Francisco."

"A few is still too many." frowned Wyatt, "Eliminate them all and then I'll be happy."

"Sire." acknowledged the demon, sitting back down.

Wyatt raised his eyebrows waiting for the next report and inwardly praying that Chris would keep quiet and not voice any objections to eliminating rebel fighters.

Chris, however, contented himself with scowling darkly. Speaking up wouldn't stop the order and would only prevent Wyatt form unbinding his powers sooner.

Another demon stood up. "However," he began looking pointedly at the first demon to speak, "Reports say that the population of San Francisco are becoming less respectful towards you, Sire. The resistance fighters may be dying out but they've began to succeed in stirring up the local residents. I would like to request that we should be able to make examples of the most troublesome; adopt tougher measures to prevent problems?"

"Yes," Wyatt agreed, "Show them that any problems will not be tolerated. They must be taught to fear us. I will leave that in your hands, Marxall."

"Yes, Sire." nodded Marxall, also sitting back down.

The next demon stood up to make its report but Wyatt raised his hand, stopping the demon. Chris turned to look at Wyatt who was frowning slightly.

"Everyone dismiss." he commanded abruptly. "Now!" he demanded at the sound of the murmurs of surprise spreading through the demons gathered around the table.

As the demons all teleported themselves out, Wyatt slammed his fist on the table in front of Chris. Chris jumped and looked up at Wyatt's face. Wyatt was studying Chris, his face set in anger.

"What?" asked Chris slightly scared at Wyatt's expression.

"Have you contacted Darryl?" Wyatt demanded, and at Chris's slight hesitation, "Tell me now!"

Chris wondered briefly what to say. He hadn't contacted Darryl but why did Wyatt want to know? Might it be safer for Darryl if Chris said that he had contacted Darryl?

"Why? Why do you want to know?" he asked nervously.

Wyatt let out a sigh of frustration and reached forward, grabbing the front of Chris's shirt. "Tell me." he snarled.

Chris decided he was more worried about himself at the moment. "No." he replied honestly. "I said, no." he repeated at Wyatt's disbelieving stare. "Why?"

"I can't sense him." spat Wyatt.

"You can't sense him? Does that mean…is he ok?"

"I'm sure he's fine." retorted Wyatt, "I meant that something's blocking him from my sensing. Something magical."

"Well, it's nothing to do with me." Chris said hurriedly, although his mind flashed back to giving Darryl a potion to block himself from any kind of magical sensing. Chris guessed that Darryl must have taken it, but he didn't know why.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Right, so it's nothing to do with you. What did you give him? A potion?"

"No. I didn't give him anything." Chris emphasised, trying to convince Wyatt, but he knew that Wyatt could see through him. Chris had never been able to lie to Wyatt.

Wyatt stood up abruptly. He concentrated for a second and a demon shimmered in holding a young girl, whose eyes were wide open in terror.

"For every minute that you don't tell me, an innocent will be killed." Wyatt stated. "Starting with her. Are you going to tell me now?"

Chris hesitated, if he told Wyatt then Darryl might be killed, but if he didn't then many people would definitely be killed. He didn't have any option really.

"I'll tell you." he muttered angrily.

"What? Didn't quite hear that." smirked Wyatt.

"I'll tell you" shouted Chris, "Just let her go."

Wyatt nodded and gestured to the demon, who shimmered out taking the girl with him. "So, little brother. Tell me."