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Chapter Ten: The Making of a Great EvilWyatt stood at the edge of a cliff looking down into the fiery pits of Hell and wondered what it must have been like for his father to survive when he had been vanquished there. Well, his foster father, he should say. His real parents were dead and there was nothing that he could do to bring them back except kill those who had ruined his life. But then again, his life had not been ruined.
Life with Barbas was interesting, to say the least, but it had taught him much and without the knowledge he had acquired, Wyatt wasn't sure that he would have lasted as long as he had in the Underworld. He knew every corner of the demonic lairs, he knew every creature and what they were capable of, he knew everything and he owed it all to Barbas. One could say that Wyatt even loved Barbas, a way of thanking him for doing all that he had to keep him from growing up good.
A demon shimmered in and bowed once it made Wyatt aware that it had come. "My lord, everything is in place."
"Good," Wyatt said, placing his hands behind his back and walking in front of the demon. "That witch shall fall into my trap too easily and then I will have her head."
"Beg your pardon, but shouldn't you inform Barbas of your plan?"
"You dare question me?" Wyatt's voice rose and the demon backed away. He may have been no older than fifteen, but Wyatt was feared by all that he came across. Demons everywhere knew the name and knew it meant great evil and their either followed him or got out of his way. There was no knowing to what Wyatt would do and none wanted to feel his wrath.
The demon bowed, seeking forgiveness. "Forgive me."
Wyatt let out a half smile and stifled a laugh. "Barbas has no need of knowing what my plans are. He still does not feel that I am quite ready, but if I never have the chance to prove myself he will never know that I truly am. I have been killing witches for a few years now, and this one...she is special. The leader of a coven and with her death, it will show that I am more than just a powerful would-be demon."
"There has not been a new Source in years, my lord. Do you wish to claim that right?" the demon asked.
"With the death of the Charmed Ones at my hand, it shall be mine," Wyatt answered. "With this death, witches near and far shall fear me. I have lurked in the shadows long enough and it is time that I came out."
"You have many followers and they are willing to fight for you," the demon said. "To serve you. We need a leader and they think, no, they know, you are the one to lead them."
There was silence for a time, and Wyatt soon sent the demon away so that he could think. He was not the least bit surprised that the Underworld would choose him to be its next Source. Over the years, Wyatt had gained a reputation has being cruel, heartless, menacing. Everything he did was never questioned, for he was too powerful to stop and if there was even the slightest misunderstanding or questioning of what was happening, the demon in question was vanquished on the spot.
Barbas was not a fan of Wyatt's methods, but there was nothing that he could do to stop the teenager. The words of the Darklighter echoed in his mind and he feared that in time, Wyatt would turn on everyone he had once trusted when younger. And, while Wyatt did trust Barbas, he was beginning to feel that the old demon was holding him back, telling him who to kill and what to do, as if using Wyatt to do all of his dirty work so that he could become the next ruler of the Underworld.
This was something that Wyatt did not like at all, and though he may have wanted to teach Barbas a lesson, or to threaten him as he did all the other demons, he couldn't. Wyatt might have been cold towards some, but Barbas was the one who had raised him and Wyatt did respect Barbas for being the one who had brought him to where he was. He owed Barbas that much and could never kill him, that is of course, unless he had good reason to. If Barbas got in the way of Wyatt's being crowned the next Source, Barbas would be killed, as simple as that.
Wyatt paced in front of the cliff, his place to come and think and not be disrupted, and if he ever needed a time to think, this was it. There might have been rumors that Wyatt was on his way of being a great evil, but there were other rumors as well. He had been to a number of dark Seers and they were all saying the same thing: a great good was coming. It disgusted him, the thought of a great good that would be there. Barbas had told Wyatt tales of the Source and the Charmed Ones, the on going battle between good and evil that resulted in the Source being defeated.
Oh, Wyatt was not afraid of the great good that was coming. He knew that there had never been a being like him before and therefore considered himself invincible.
"Nothing can defeat me," Wyatt told himself, an energy ball forming in his hand. "There has never been an evil like me and there never will be one again. I am the best there ever was and all good witches and beings will fear me."
There was a burst of flames, and Barbas appeared. With a quick flick of his wrist, Wyatt tossed the energy ball down into the pit of Hell and turned to his mentor. Placing his hands on his back, Wyatt took a few steps forward and nodded.
"Barbas."
"Wyatt, I am afraid that you disappoint me," Barbas said, turning his back to the boy. "You think I do not know you? You think I do not know what you are capable of when behind my back?"
"I don't understand, Barbas."
"I know, Wyatt, about the witch and how you plan to kill her tonight. I felt her fears and I know she is expecting you. Tonight is a very special day for her coven-"
"Do you also underestimate me?" Wyatt asked, his tone fierce. "I know what tonight is, and I know that they will try to protect themselves and that though she does not know who I myself am, that she is expecting a great evil to come and kill her. I am not stupid, Barbas."
"I never said you were. I am "
"What? That I can kill without you help? That I might be more powerful than you? You are not the only demon out there, Barbas, and you are certainly not the most powerful."
"Is that what it is to you? Power?" Barbas asked.
"What else is there? Power is everything and whoever has the most wins. It's as simple as that." Wyatt walked over to Barbas and placed his hand on the demon's shoulder. "You, I'm afraid, just don't have what it takes. I'm afraid you lose and I win."
Barbas watched Wyatt walk away. "You forget, I am the one that got you here! I may not be as powerful as you, but I know what you fear and I can destroy you."
Wyatt stopped and turned to Barbas. "I fear nothing." With that, he disappeared in a swirl of lights.
Barbas stared off into the empty space where Wyatt once stood. Wyatt was right, about power and that he had more than any demon in the Underworld. The rumors only confirmed what Barbas feared, and that was that Wyatt was next in line to become the next Source. And, though Barbas wanted to be that himself, he realized that it might just be better if Wyatt was that in stead, with Barbas at his side. He might not want to admit it, but Wyatt did care for Barbas and depended on his opinion and whatnot.
"He needs me, more than he thinks," Barbas said aloud. "I will let him go now, he is old enough, but I will be there when he needs me and he will see that he really is nothing without me. He is powerful and he is smart, but I have been around for centuries and he not even fifteen years. Typical teenager."
Barbas turned away from the cliff. "He is right, though. He fears nothing."
