Author's Note: I am alive and back and have a brand new chapter for you all. I am so sorry that I haven't had the chance to update this for you all, but I only finished the chapter a day or so ago and have just gotten the time to post it. Work gives me no time for anything, but finals are almost over and once I have my break from school I can focus on the fic a bit more. Forgive me if there are any mistakes, but I didn't really have the time to double check. I also want to say thank you to all of my readers who have waited for this update patiently.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Revelations
Wyatt stood in his spot, pacing. His mind was filled with unanswered questions that he wasn't sure Barbas would have an answer for or would be willing to give an answer. He had been so close to getting rid of Chris, he could taste his victory, but it was all ruined thanks to that man who called out his name.
"How did he know me?" Wyatt wondered.
Placing his hands behind his back, he walked back and forth. Wyatt knew that throughout the Underworld every demon and being of an evil nature knew his name well because they feared it. And, with Wyatt's time being preoccupied with Chris, there was no reason for any of the good community to know who he was. Yet there was that man who had called out his name.
Wyatt began to question who the man was. Once he had arrived at the house where he had sensed Chris, Wyatt had felt a surge of power unlike any he had felt before. But the power wasn't the only thing he felt. For some strange reason, Wyatt felt as if he knew the house and as if he were supposed to be there. He did not know what this meant, but once Chris was taken care of Wyatt knew that the man from the house was next and that he wouldn't rest until he knew who the man was.
It was as if on cue that the Seer shimmered into the lair. Giving a slight curtsey, she walked toward Wyatt and stood before him. "My lord."
"What are you doing here?" Wyatt asked. "I didn't summon you."
"I could sense that there was something bothering you and came to see if my services would be of any need," the Seer answered. Turning, she began to walk away as she spoke. "If my help is not wanted, then I shall gladly leave."
"Wait," he called, his hand outstretched as if to reach her and keep her from leaving. "I suppose I could use your help. I need to know who a man is."
"A man from the Manor at which the death of the Great Good was prevented," she said. "I know what you seek to know and I shall help you."
Her back to Wyatt, the Seer waved her arm and a full-length mirror appeared before the two. Moving toward it, the Seer ran a finger down the cool glass and whispered a few words as she stepped away. Looking back at Wyatt she motioned him forward. Hesitant, Wyatt straightened himself out and stood in front of the mirror seeing nothing but his own reflection. With an exasperating sigh, he faced the Seer.
"I only see myself."
"Take another look and see what you find." Her voice echoed and with it her body shimmered away leaving Wyatt and the mirror alone.
Wyatt took a step closer to the mirror and was stunned to see another's reflection staring back at him. The other had blond hair, much like his own, but his eyes were a shade of green and his expressions were kind and gentle. His close were not black and he was not quite as tall. With a long stare, Wyatt realized who the other was and stepped back in horror.
It was the man from the Manor.
"Why would I see him in my own reflection?" Wyatt asked himself, the image rippling away.
As if waiting for an answer, he was interrupted by the familiar sound of flames and noticed that Barbas had appeared in the lair. Walking toward the demon, neither felt the presence of the other who lurked in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to destroy the relationship between a mentor and student. Neither Wyatt nor Barbas felt the stares upon their backs as they stood before the other.
"I need the truth Barbas, because I believe you know it," Wyatt said.
"The truth about what?" the demon asked, his voice shaky.
"All my life I have wanting nothing but the Charmed Ones dead and I was ready and willing to do so, but you interrupted those plans by sending me off to kill the would-be Great Good. And when I have Chris in my grasp, I am confronted by a man who knows who I am, a man who was with a Charmed One," Wyatt explained. "You are a demon who feeds on witches and I know you know the Charmed Ones. Who was the man I saw and how is it that he knows me? The Seer came and claims that she told me what I wished to know, but all I received was a mirror with the man's reflection instead of my own."
Barbas' eyes grew wide with fear. The Darklighter had been right, Wyatt had followed Chris to the Charmed Ones' home and had been sighted by Leo, their Whitelighter. How was he supposed to lie about who the man was? It was in this moment in which Barbas knew that he was trapped and that everything he had worked so hard for was collapsing. If he let anything slip in his lie of an explanation, it was all over and he would have to suffer the wrath of one of the most powerful beings he had ever known. But, it was safe to say that Barbas knew Wyatt, having raised him all of his life. Therefore Barbas was not as afraid as he should have been, but he was indeed afraid.
"Well?" Wyatt asked. "I fear there is something you are not telling me. What is it?"
"Yes, Barbas, what is it?" a voice called out from the shadows. It was a voice Barbas knew all too well. It was the Darklighter.
"You!" the demon shouted as the voice's figure slithered out of the shadows and made his presence known. "I should have known that you would come."
"I told you that I would come," the Darklighter said. "I would never have wanted to miss this. So, are you going to answer the boy?"
"I am not a boy," Wyatt snapped at the Darklighter. Quickly he turned back to Barbas. "I don't understand, how do you know each other and why he is so interested in what the answer to my question will be?"
The Darklighter laughed. "I am interested because I know that he cannot answer you. But I can, if you want."
Barbas stood, scowling. "You take your black orbs and disturb someone else, you have no business here."
"Tempter, temper, Barbas," the Darklighter said. "I will not leave and it not up to you or I if I do. I have asked my own question and I am waiting for the answer."
Wyatt felt the eyes of the Darklighter upon him. Turning to Barbas, he asked his question with his eyes and waited for the demon to answer, but there was none and Wyatt's patience was wearing thin and he wanted to know and it no longer matter where the answer came from so long as he got one.
It wasn't as if Barbas didn't want to intervene. He was dreading the multiple possibilities of what could and would happen once Wyatt knew the truth about himself, his parents and of Barbas and his plans. But it was as if it had gotten to the point where there was nothing that could stop the inevitable. So he simply stood there, and waited for his greatest fear to occur, something he wasn't comfortable with, but dealt with anyway.
"It looks as if Barbas has no objections," Wyatt said, his attention returning to the Darklighter.
"It's because he knows he's lost," the Darklighter answered. "So, what is it that you want to know? Who that man is?"
Wyatt frowned. How was it that everyone knew who the man was except himself. "If you would be so kind."
"The man is a Whitelighter, Leo Wyatt. He's been the Charmed Ones Whitelighter for years now, even married the eldest sister, or, at least she is the eldest now that of her sisters is dead," came the answer.
Wyatt stood as if waiting for more. "That's it? He is just their Whitelighter?"
"No. He's your father."
Aghast, Wyatt took a step back. "What? That's impossible."
"Is it?" the Darklighter asked. "Think about it and I think you will see the truth for yourself. You have the powers of a Whitelighter, do you not, and those of a witch. Where do you think those came from?"
"He is lying," Wyatt shouted, turning back to Barbas. "My parents were demons and you took me and raised me to defeat the ones who killed them, the Charmed Ones."
"If you're parents were demons then you would be a demon," the Darklighter said. "There are no demons in your family, although I do believe that your aunt married one of the Source's years ago."
Scowling, Wyatt stormed to Barbas' side. "I'll ask you one more time, is he lying!"
Barbas' head rolled to the side and he sighed. "Do you really think I would lie to you about something like that? I have never strayed from telling you the truth. I cannot believe that you would listen to a darklighter over the demon who raised you."
The Darklighter moved to Wyatt's side. "And you think a powerful demon such as Barbas wouldn't kidnap you for his own use? If you are the son of that Whitelighter, then you have a powerful mother and therefore you would be powerful. Don't you think that has something to do with it? The son of a well-known and revered witch is taken to the Underworld and raised to be evil instead of good and to think that his family is his mortal enemy."
Confusion covered Wyatt's face as he tried to make sense of what the Darklighter was saying. To think that his family is his mortal enemy…if there was anyone Wyatt had grown up hating and vowing to kill, it was the Charmed Ones. Could it be that the house Chris had gone to for help was the Halliwell Manor? Was the witch he saw really a Charmed One?
Wyatt walked toward the Darklighter and spoke through his teeth. "If what you say is true, then I am no demon."
"Correct."
"I am a witch. Part witch, and part whitelighter."
"Yes."
"I cannot be the son of a Charmed One!" Wyatt shouted, throwing an energy ball in Barbas' direction. "So help you if he is telling the truth, Barbas."
The demon sauntered over to the young man. "What are you planning to do, go and have a talk with your parents?"
Wyatt glared at Barbas. "I'm not sure what I am going to do, but so help you, you are safe until I know the real truth. Innocent until proven guilty, but I will kill you."
As Barbas and Wyatt argued, they paid less and less attention to the Darklighter. He was standing behind the two, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Just as he had predicted, the young man had turned on the demon over the years and now that the truth was out and at least somewhat believed, the Darklighter knew that he must act quickly and get the boy to kill the demon so that he himself could kill the boy. But the Darklighter soon realized that maybe Wyatt didn't have to kill Barbas if the Charmed Ones now knew the truth also. If the Whitelighter knew who Wyatt was by sight, he could have easily figured everything out.
With a smirk, a crossbow black orbed into the Darklighter's hand and he raised and aimed it at Wyatt's back. He knew that even if he killed the young man, he could blame the death on Barbas and the Charmed Ones would kill the demon and the Darklighter would then have their chance to rise up and take control of the Underworld.
"It looks to me that you will not get your chance to kill the demon or learn the truth," the Darklighter whispered.
Barbas, who was facing the Darklighter, caught sight of the crossbow and just at it fired, pushed Wyatt to the floor, the arrow flying off and landing out of sight. Pushing himself off the ground, Wyatt looked in turn at the Darklighter and at Barbas. Had the arrow so much as touched Wyatt he would have died and Barbas knew that and by pushing Wyatt out of the way, he revealed that the young man was in fact a Whitelighter, the poison on the arrow being fatal.
Creating an energy ball in his hand, Wyatt stood and threw it at the Darklighter, the latter flying back and landing in limp on the floor. Making his way over to the Darklighter, Wyatt kicked him once with his foot and found him still. Turning to Barbas, he saw the demon take the crossbow and look it over. Scowling, Wyatt went to Barbas and took hold of his clothing at the neck and pulled the demon close.
"I just saved your life," Barbas said. "Are you not going to repay me for it?"
"By saving me you let me know half of who I am," Wyatt answered. "Half whitelighter. He was right, wasn't he? I am their son and you took me."
"Wyatt…"
"There is nothing you can say that will save you know. I will give you some time to think about what you have done and do not even think about escaping. I know you well enough and you know very well that you cannot hide from me. I will find the Charmed Ones and that whitelighter and deal with them and I will deal with Chris as well. You, I will repay you all right, for saving my life."
Releasing his hold, Wyatt took a few steps back and spoke before orbing away.
"Your death shall be painless instead of agonizing."
