CHAPTER 2:
Somewhere in the underworld, Tuesday
"Are you sure?", the source repeated for the fiftieth time.
And for the fiftieth time the seer answered "I always am".
The source moved one hand through his hair and sighed. "Very well", he finally said. "I know what is gonna happen; I'll be one step ahead of all of them. I think it's about time to call for them again." He paced up and down the room as he thought his plan through. "Yes, that's the only chance", he thought out load. Suddenly he stood still and looked up. He saw the seer hadn't moved. "What are you still doing here?", he snapped at her. "Leave!"
The seer saw the furious look on the source's face and knew not to argue with him at this point and this time. She softly but fast made her way out of the room and closed the door behind her. At the other end she let out a sigh of relief and an evil smile crossed her face. She smirked as she thought back at what just happened. "Gotcha", she whispered before transporting herself to her own place.
The source watched the seer leaving and closing the door. He abruptly looked away from that place and walked to an old wooden closet that stood against one of the walls of his lair. He opened the upper left door which opened with a crunching sound. He took an encarved iron box out of the closet and moved it gently to his work desk. He put it down very carefully, making sure it didn't move too much.
When it stood safe on the desk he walked to one of the drawers of the table and took a bundle of keys out of it. The source hold it in the light of the fire that was burning and searched for the right key. When he found it he walked to another drawer and opened it with the key. There lay a small iron key, which had the same carvings as the box he placed on his work desk just before. He sighed and mumbled "Here goes nothing", before moving towards the box. When he opened the box there was a black watch revealed.
It looked like any other normal watch but it wasn't. It was a high sophisticated communication device. It reached a group of demons that once were loyal to the most powerful sources of them all. But when he was killed – by none less than the Charmed ones – they became a threat to their own kind. It was like insanity had taken over control. They only killed other demons nowadays, instead of good guys, their enemies. They missed the guidance of a strong leader; on their own they only did stupid things. Since they were especially recruited by the previous source no-one dared to make a move towards them now. Afraid they would turn themselves against their new leader.
But now the source knew he had no other choice. He had to take the chance of calling for them. They were his last hope to prevent the doom he just was told was waiting for him. They were the last to attack the Halliwells with a slight success and they knew their weaknesses the best.
The source sighed one more time before taking the watch out of the box. With the first touch it turned on. A little menu was displayed on the screen. Three options to choose from but the source knew it was unnecessary. They would notice this so long inactivated and powerful watch being activated in no time.
He walked back to his desk and took place on his seat. Awaiting the arrival. The minute he sat down, the silence in the lair was disturbed by those of shimmers. The source closed his eyes until the sounds faded. When he opened them he saw five men standing in front of him. On first sight they looked like ordinary humans. Only a little heavier build and dressed like the Men in black from the movies. But the source knew this were no ordinary humans, on contrary.
He took a deep breath and stood up. Laying his hands on his desk he leant a little forward before turning his attention to the demons, better known as the higher men. He looked them deep in the eyes and made sure they knew he was in charge. Without saying a word, just by his look he could let them feel the power he possessed. But of course most of it was bluff. Even the source was nothing against the higher men. They were not necessarily more powerful, but they were with tens, maybe hundreds of men and together they could get rid of pretty much everything and everyone.
When the source knew they understood him he began to speak. "You know your task. It has not changed. Get rid of the Charmed ones and do it fast. If not, I'll send you to the elders havens for the most unpleasant death there is."
One of them men stepped forward and gave the source a stern look. "We do not belong to anyone anymore, no-one can order us to do something again. With the death of the one before you we were freed and what makes you think we would work for someone else ever again? Even though he threatens us. And even though he might call himself the next source."
"Simply", the reply was as the source walked to the men. "Without me you are nothing. You are like a boat without a captain. I know the troubles you are in. You can't get your men working together. But with me that will no longer a problem. I will be the leader they will listen to and I will make them listen to you too again. All of them. And on top of it all I can even reward you. I can give you anything you want. Because for what you want you need the right contacts. And that my friend, I have."
"What makes you think there is anything I want?", the man almost spit out. The look on his face as stern as before.
"I have seen your past and future, I know you have some unfinished business."
"You have no idea what you are talking about", the man repeated, but more careful now.
"You think so?", the source replied with a huge smile on his face. All he did was point upstairs and he nodded towards the man. "I do, o yes I do", he said. "And you know it. If you work for me you get rewarded, if you don't you get killed."
