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Chap 52

Past

2001

Hitting a hard concrete surface, Kat landed in a large wrestling rink. The ground beneath her quickly began to peel away to show the fiery depths of Hell. As she rolled over Kat wondered when she was this time. The floor resealed itself as she stood. When a man with several chevrons entered, Kat immediately recognized him from a premonition of the past that she had seen in her other life. "Kellman!" She greeted. "Let me guess it's 2001. Yeah, don't answer. I know it is. This is lovely."

Kellman stared at the teenager. "What do you want?" He asked.

"To be completely honest I'm not too sure." She surveyed the rink.

"Okay, how about an easier question? Who are you?"

She knew that she needed at least one of her infamous last names for the weight they held. The only problem was that her mother was a Charmed One, and her father betrayed the Underworld. Neither was perfect in this time. Which one should she choose? On a whim she answered, "Kat Turner the daughter of the Balthazar, filthy trader," she literally spat. Acting was her best shot for survival so she might as well when an award while she was at it. An award…that gave her an idea.

"I didn't know Balthazar had a daughter," Kellman interrupted he thoughts.

"The demon has been alive for over a hundred years can you imagine how many women that bastard has slept with? I want to win the honor I deserve. In fact I want the original Schremo da Luce. You keep it here at the academy for safe keeping, right?"

"I have no idea what you talking about," he lied.

"Liar!" She choked him while magically lifting him several feet into the air. "I want it now." She was Katherine Halliwell-Turner. No one said no to her.

"You'll… die before… you win… it," he said boldly challenging her with struggled gasps for air in-between.

"Prove it."

After a few more seconds, he nodded meekly. "It's suicide."

"It's all relative. Besides, what's it to you?"

"Nothing, I guess… I'll get my finest men."

She shrugged. She didn't care if she faced the Source himself. She could take on anyone. She was a Halliwell and a Turner. Her only question was why did she want it? Sure, the rewards were a very cool incentive, but she wasn't like most demons. She ruled the world at age 15, and she was already invincible. What was the point? Something in the back of her mind told her that her life hung on the balance of winning it and giving it to Leo. That was even more bizarre. After this, I'm gonna need some serious amounts of therapy, she thought sarcastically. Then she mentally added that she had better get her amulet too.

Chap 53

Present

2004

"Well, that was interesting," Cole understated.

"You're daughter tried to threaten us. We no longer feel that we should honor her plea," A demonic head said.

"That's crazy! If you don't she'll stay that way!" Cole argued.

"Maybe we should give them a trial by ordeal?" The second Elder head suggested.

The first demonic head considered it. "No, let's give them a quest. You must find the Scermo da Luce."

"With all due respect your honors it's believed to be somewhere in the Underworld burnt to a crisp," Leo said.

"You must get us the Schermo da Luce! The original one!" The second demon barked.

Before either of the guys could open their mouths to argue, the first Elder reassured, "Don't worry. Time is on your side."

"Don't be biased!" A demonic head scolded.

To prove their unprejudice, the second Elder said, "You have thirty minutes time. If you don't complete your task by then, then your daughter shall cease to exist."

"What! You can't do that!" Cole protested, but the floating heads disappeared. "Leo, you were an Elder once, can't you do something?"

Annoyed Leo responded, "You were the Source once, can't you do something?"

"That was below the belt…So what do we do now?"