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Chapter 6 – Living in the nightmare

A/N: I looooooove the statistics feature has now. (Did it have it before? I just realized it was there. It made me realize I have far more readers than I know, because there are quite some people who put one of my stories on their story alert or myself on their author alert.

I'm really flattered by that, and I want to thank everyone who did that, and considers me worthy of being watched. I hope I don't disappoint you.

But it would really mean a lot to me, if those of you who have this story in their favorites or their story alert left a review on this chapter, because it is most likely going to be the last one of this fic and I'd like to hear your thoughts on this.

Yeah, that's true, I know now what the end of this fic will be like, I'm just not certain if I should finish it with this chapter, or split the last part in two. Although I think I'm gonna keep it together. I actually already know the last sentence, just need to fill the gap in between.

There might be a sequel. If this is really the end, please tell me if you think it's a good idea to do a sequel or not and give a reason. It would really help me to figure that out. (It's most likely I'm going to do it anyway, but you would really help me if you told me what you think about it)

Disclaimer: And still in the last chapter Charmed does not belong to me. I think we should all open a bottle of champagne to celebrate this fic's last disclaimer. I own nothing and that doesn't make me happy, but I'm telling you anyway, cause I am such an honorable person.

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While he was staring at the clipboard that was just telling him yet another member of his family had to die seconds seemed to stretch into hours.

Suddenly he felt very cold. This couldn't all be true. It was just so unfair. After everything the Charmed Ones had done two of them were going to die on the same day? Despite all their efforts evil would still prevail? This was just so wrong.

"What's that?", Paige asked as she saw him staring at the clipboard. She was worried because her nephew seemed to be really shocked at first and when he thought about it downright desperate.

Chris couldn't get himself to say it out loud. So instead he just swallowed and showed her the clipboard.

For a few seconds Paige didn't really understand what it meant. But then it made sense. It was where the Angels of Death got their information on the people who were to die. And when she saw the name her world, too, stopped spinning very suddenly.

"But… does that mean…?", she stuttered, unable to say out loud what this all meant.

He just nodded. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he was determined not to give in. It was his own fault he could do nothing to help any of them, so he needed to deal with it. But it was simply not fair that they were paying the price for his actions. And as childish as it sounded, and as illogical as it seemed, since she had never really cared for him and was one of the reasons he was in this situation now, he simply didn't want his mommy to die.

"But… what can we do?", Paige asked hesitantly. She absolutely didn't want her sister to die. There had to be a way out, there simply had to be one.

Chris looked at her. There was fear in her eyes, fear of his answer, one that he didn't dare to speak out loud himself, although it was inevitable.

He took a deep breath and said silently, "nothing"

She just started to answer something, but then she suddenly stopped moving.

Chris looked at her surprised. She was not moving at all, as if she had been frozen. But good witches don't freeze, he reminded himself. So this made absolutely no sense.

He waved with his hand in front of her face, his other problems forgotten for a moment. She was not reacting. He slowly turned his head and looked at his surroundings. Absolutely nothing was moving. The soft breeze that had made the grass on the floor dance around smoothly was gone, a green leave that was just falling off a tree had stopped its movement suddenly and was hovering in mid-air.

Everything except for him had completely abandoned its motion. And then he heard it. A jingle that was nothing like the one whitelighters heard when they were called up there. This one was rather sounding as if a short melody was played on a wooden flute. He had heard it once before.

It was how Angels of Death were called to their home realm. The Angel that had guided him when he first arrived there had shown it to him so he knew what it meant, but she had also mentioned the fact that this was very rarely ever used and if it was used it meant something big.

He didn't like it to leave Paige here to go to some meeting that would probably tell him some even worse news, but since she didn't seem to be noticing anything anyway he decided to go and see what was up. He had to anyway whether he wanted or not.

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So he transported himself to wherever it really was and was startled by the many Angels of Death who were walking in the corridors, all in the same direction.

He now realized how many they were. He hadn't really cared up till now, for he had had his own problems to care about. But now that he saw so many on one spot he was impressed by the many various types he saw there.

There was a tall pale woman with black hair, black lipstick, black eyes and a long black dress who looked as if she had just come from a gothic convention, there was a guy who had a stunning resemblance to the Egyptian god of death whose name Chris didn't remember at the moment, there were some very average looking adults, but also an old man who looked like a perfect grandpa with his white beard and smile wrinkles around his eyes and many other characters who seemed to have something special about them.

He also realized that he was fitting quite well in this society. He was wearing light blue jeans and a green sweatshirt with big red and blue balloons on it. That was not something random, but his appearance was supposed to be non-threatening to help him gain the trust of his children charges. He hadn't even really thought about how he was wearing quite child-like fashion up till now, mostly because he hadn't cared.

Of course the many different types of angels had a reason for being this way. Every ethnicity, every person all peoples had different views of what death was like, what it had to be like, so there were Angels of Death matching all of these views. It was their job to ease the transition, so they appeared in some form that made the charges trust them and seemed familiar to them.

But suddenly he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. She was wearing some similar childish attire like his, she was now wearing a pink tank-top with two huge teddy bears on the front and a white chiffon skirt that made he look a little like a cream-cake.

When she saw him she waved to him and he walked to match her position in the crowd.

"Hey Chris", she greeted him.

"Hey Angelina", he answered. She had been the Angel of Death responsible for his transition to being on e himself, and he had come to like her, because she had been really understanding and caring when he had needed her.

"Any idea what this is about?", he asked her and looked at her curiously. She had a lot better connections than he did, basically because she was doing this job 8 years longer than he did.

"Well, there are just rumors, no one knows for sure, but fact is, they called everyone. And by everyone, I really mean everyone, you know, every Angel of Death there is and that is a lot", she reported.

"How many are they?", he asked her. Suddenly he was interested in knowing that, just out of curiosity.

"Oh, I don't know, but definitely over a million, probably a lot over that", she said, "I mean, this is just one corridor of a really huge complex and look how many people are here.".

She was absolutely right. The neat and tidy white corridor was packed with people, and both of them knew there were countless of these things.

"Anyway, I heard the last time every Angel of Death has been called was before the nuclear attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. They had to warn everyone, because many people were going to die in a very short time so most of the available people had to hang around there just before the attack. And they were really there when it happened, they saw everything. It couldn't harm them, but I hear they were pretty shaken up afterwards. There was a conference like this before World War II started. They wanted everyone to be prepared, because in these years so many people were going to die and everyone had to work a lot harder than ever before"

"That doesn't sound too good", he said worriedly. He was really hoping that there was not a third world war coming. He had enough problems on his own without having to deal with something like that. But deep inside he knew exactly what was coming.

"No it doesn't", Angelina agreed. Then she changed the topic. "Where were you when they stopped time?", she asked Chris.

"Spirit realm", he just answered. "but how did they do this?"

"That's what I'd like to know, I mean, time has really completely stopped, just not for us, and I have no idea how that works. But apparently they did it, to have time when they summon everyone."

"But they can't possibly have summoned everyone, now could they?", Chris asked in disbelief. "I mean there are people dying every second all over the world, someone needs to take care of that."

"That's what the stopped time is about. So everyone is free", Angelina explained.

That made sense to Chris. Of course, that was the perfect way to gather everyone. On second thought he felt a little stupid about questioning it. But that was the least problem right now.

The corridor ended at the huge door to a large circular room with some kind of round stage in the middle. The stage wasn't very big it had space for about 5 people standing there comfortably without having space issues. The entire décor of the room was in a dark shade of violet that strangely enough didn't look gay at all. There were thousands of chairs aligned in concentric circles around the podium.

Chris and Angelina took seats in the third row from the stage. They didn't know however, that everyone, no matter where they sat had the exact same good view of the stage as they did. It did have advantages to use magic.

Soon the room was full of people. It was even bigger than it appeared, but the illusion of the room being smaller was created to make people feel comfortable there. If they had shown the rooms real size it would have been very intimidating for everyone.

When everyone was seated, an old woman dressed in a simple long white dress went on stage. "Attention please", she said and everyone went silent. They were all anxious to find out the reason why this gathering had been called together.

"Some of you have already been to the last meeting of Angels of Death of this size. But many of you haven't yet. Unfortunately, the reason we have come together here is not a happy one", she stated, getting right to the point. Her voice was strong and clear despite her fragile appearance.

Chris didn't like the sound of it. Somewhere deep inside his mind he prayed to whatever force there was out there that it had nothing to do with his family. Or more particular that it was not his brother's fault.

"Magic is about to be revealed", the woman declared and many of the Angels present gasped.

"Its revelation will be accompanied by the rising of an evil dominion of fear, where everyone who does not share the views of those who lead it will be killed. There are many people about to die and in the course of the next 6 months good magic will be wiped out almost completely and most good beings will let their lives. Millions of innocents will be slaughtered for no good reason, and only for the sake of killing" She made a pause to let her words take effect.

"There will be more dead people than there have been even in the entire World War II, and there is no end in sight for us yet. We can see the future of death up till twenty years in advance and in this time there will be no end to the doings of evil", she said and her voice got a little more quiet. She sighed sadly.

"You need to be prepared. All of you. We trust your professionalism and your skills to deal with this particular situation. It's not going to be easy for any of us but we need to do our best, we need to fulfill our destiny in the best way possible, it is our job to help all the souls cross over and that is what we're going to do. There will be more work coming to you than ever before, so you need to find ways how to really help the souls in a short time." She paused again and looked up.

"Good luck", she said. It was her way of saying the gathering was over.

Chris just stared up on the stage in shock and he felt Angelina trembling beside him.

"this is… oh no", she whispered silently while a tear streamed down her cheek. "I need to go", she said to Chris, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and transported herself back to where she had been before time had been stopped.

Chris meanwhile kept on staring up, his eyes fixed on the woman who was now coming down the short staircase that led from the stage to the ordinary floor.

All the voices in his head were screaming No! He couldn't believe they would just accept it, they would just let it happen. They knew of the bad fate of the world and did nothing to prevent it. He got up from his chair trembling and immediately ran towards the woman.

"We need to do something", he said when he saw her. She just looked at him with sad eyes.

"There's nothing we can do, dear", she said quietly.

"But there's gotta be something! We can't just let that happen, we know what happens, it's not to late to stop it", he almost screamed at her. He just couldn't believe how this people could simply accept the world being destroyed. Well, not exactly destroyed, but screwed nonetheless.

"I know it is hard to accept, but this is our fate, we can't interfere with the affairs of the living. I would prefer to do something as well, but sadly there is nothing", she said again and tried to calm him down.

"This sucks! I mean…", he struggled for words. He didn't know how to express these feelings of frustration, desperation and fear, but then there was something else he needed to know. "Is it Wyatt?", he asked and looked her in the eye.

"Yes. It is you brother, but there is nothing to do to stop him", she said yet again. "I know how hard this is for you, but you have to do the thing you can do, help the dying souls."

"Well I don't know how you can just accept this, but I don't care. I'm going to do something, I'm going to stop him, no matter what it takes", he shouted angrily, and his words were totally meant this way. He was going to stop his brother, he had to. He couldn't just let all this happen.

"Then I truly hope you will succeed", she said with a sad smile. He just looked at her grimly and transported out.

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He reappeared next to Paige who was still frozen. Now He realized that he didn't really know how to implement the plan he had just formed in a rush. He wanted to stop Wyatt, but how?

Suddenly Paige started moving again and picked up right where she left off. "We can't just do nothing!", she screamed.

"Yeah I know", he answered and startled she looked around finding him sitting two feet away from his former position.

"How'd do that?", she asked amazed.

"The Angels of Death stopped time to tell all of us of some future events we need to be prepared for", he snorted and thought with despise of his older brother who was going to be cause for so much pain and death. Well, not if I can help it, he said to himself and became even more determined not to let these things happen.

"What kind of events?", Paige asked and looked a little scared.

"Wyatt will expose magic and form an evil dominion of fear and slaughter everyone who isn't on his side", Chris said grimly and looked at his aunt.

Her eyes grew wide and she stared at him in disbelief. "no, he can't" she whispered and felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"Not if I can stop it", Chris said grimly and looked at the grass.

"But… how?", Paige asked.

And that was the one question he didn't have an answer to.

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With a smirk Wyatt drew closer on his mother who was sitting on the floor sobbing.

But then something unexpected happened. Just as he wanted to conjure up his energy ball he heard a call. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. His grin grew wider as he extinguished the energy ball that hadn't even reached the size of a walnut yet. He looked at Piper's back and thought, Lucky you

He wouldn't kill her right away, he had more important things to do now. The call had been the one he had waited for all the time for the last 3 years, ever since he had gotten the idea to do what he was about to do now.

We're ready my master

With a last look at his mother and father who seemed to be not too happy about Paige's early demise, but he didn't care. With a look of triumph on his face he shimmered away.

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When he shimmered in the large cave that had become his headquarters over the last years all of the demons present immediately bowed down in reverence and he loved the feeling it gave him to see them all bending their backs and to be their leader. To have the ultimate power over them and soon over the entire world.

He stepped to the middle of the cave where there was a huge table with plans on it and all of them had a green mark on them. The mark that they were ready to be implemented.

With a small wave of his hand he told the demons to get up again. He would've enjoyed to see them all bent down forever, but they were more important things than his ego to focus on right now. His power.

He looked at the old demon who was clad all in black who had called him. He was the highest ranking member in his rule and knew quite a lot about the plans.

Wyatt just looked at him inquisitively and he nodded with a look of deep satisfaction on his face. Wyatt nodded back with a wide smile on his face.

He turned around and looked at all the other demons who had drawn closer now.

"Today is a remarkable day. One, that everyone on this planet and in any plane of existence will remember for centuries to come", he told them in a loud and confident voice. They cheered. He looked at his digital watch and looked at the date. "The 19th of June 2018 is the day the fate of the world will be decided. And I will be the one to decide it."

He paused and pointed to all the demons gathered. "And all of you will be a part of it. Today we will show the world who we are, and what we're capable of. And we will take this world over", he shouted.

They all cheered and were very happy to play a role in all this.

He looked at the older demon. "Now, Temetrius, it's up to you, to explain the plan for the day to those who don't know it yet."

Temetrius bowed in reverence and turned to the crowd. "No one will stop us from now on. Now, the first thing to do is to kill the tribunal. The reason for that is logical. If the tribunal is gone, no new cleaners can be created, and then we just need to hunt down the original cleaners and kill them. Then we are free to expose ourselves", he explained to everyone.

He pointed at a group of demons right in the first row of the crowd. They immediately rushed forward and got to their knees in front of Wyatt.

"These are the ones chosen for the assault on the tribunal, my lord. You will find that these are only the most powerful demons there are and that they have been trained to perfection to fit this assignment", Temetrius said and looked at them with pride. He had taken over their training themselves.

Wyatt looked at them and was pleased. He sensed their power and their mental discipline. He already knew they were absolutely perfect for this. They were kneeling in two rows, eyes straight forward. He walked through the gap between the rows and looked at every one of them closely.

He stopped in front of one of the female demons and looked her in the eyes. "Get up", he ordered and she immediately did so. "Are you dedicated with all your soul and heart to the task that is awaiting you he asked her and still kept her in his gaze, waiting if she would break.

"Yes, my lord", she said and made no comment about how she felt how he read her mind. He knew she felt it because that was intentional. She was perfect just like the others. He grinned and bent forward and whispered in her ear, "Then go get them!"

A small smile appeared on her lips and she nodded. She gave a sign to the other demons and they all shimmered out. Wyatt turned to Temetrius again. "Very well."

"Now, there are things that need to be done. As soon as you get the order from Temetrius you are going to search for the cleaners left and kill them all. Understood?", Wyatt asked the crowd and they all made signs of their comprehension and eagerness to execute these orders.

"and I for myself am going to kill the Charmed Ones now. We are all meeting back here in an hour", he said and with another triumphant grin he shimmered away.

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"Well, the first thing we need to do is stop him from killing Piper, than we'll see how to continue", Chris said, though he still didn't know how to do that.

"What's with the list?", Paige said suddenly as she noticed a change on the clipboard.

"Huh?", Chris said and looked at the clipboard. He hadn't even notice it change but now he was somehow glad it had. The name had grown grey and the time had vanished. He sighed.

"That means it's not certain when she's dieing, that means she is not killed the time that was originally intended", he said relieved. She still had time, that meant he had still time to save her.

"But she's still dieing", Paige said and didn't understand why he was so happy about the change.

"Everyone is dieing someday", he said patiently.

"Uh, well, yeah, but I mean she's still on the list", Paige said and looked at him.

"Everyone is on the list all the time, just the time is missing when they're not going to die soon", Chris explained.

"Oh", Paige said. "Well, than that's a good thing, right?", she asked hesitantly.

"Yes", Chris answered. Then he took a deep breath.

"Aunt Paige, I need to stop Wyatt from doing what he wants to", he said hesitantly and looked at her.

"Uh, yeah", Paige answered unsure where he was going.

"so that means, well, no offense, but you're dead, so you can't do anything to this anymore, so I need to take you to the afterlife", he explained warily. "Is that ok with you?", he asked.

"Well, uh, you're right", she just said. When they had seen the list she had totally forgotten that she was dead now and had no way to help them all anymore. "You sure I can't help?", she asked hopeful he would maybe not need to send her there.

He nodded sadly. "Don't worry Aunt Paige, you're going to a happy place. There's nothing to be afraid of", he told her and took her hand. She took a deep breath and nodded.

They stood up and he conjured up the portal used to get to the afterlife. Uncertainly, Paige looked at him.

"It's ok", he said with a small reassuring smile. She closed her eyes and stepped through the portal, Chris right beside her.

When she opened her eyes again she was stunned. "This is beautiful", she said and tried to take in the whole beauty of the place. He nodded.

"Yes it is. You can call for grandma and aunt Prue and great-grandma, they will come and help you", he said.

"Chris?", she asked with a sad look towards him.

"Yes?", he asked and looked at her awaiting.

"Be careful"

He swallowed. "I will"

"Good luck", she said as he turned to the portal again.

"You too", he said over his shoulder and with a step through the portal vanished from her sight. She looked after him worriedly. She only hoped he would succeed.

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Phoebe sat on the couch and tried to concentrate on the same magazine Paige had tried to read 2 hours ago. She couldn't help the feeling that something was wrong. When she had come home, she had found the manor abandoned and she didn't like it, when she was alone in the old building. This was a phobia she had kept from the time when she was young and grams would tell them about the woogyman in the basement. She had already seen and faced that woogyman several times and knew how to banish it, so it was no threat to her, but still these childhood experiences had left her with a great uneasiness to be alone in the manor.

She immediately looked up when she heard a movement next to her. She was relieved when she saw her nephew standing next to the couch, a genuine smile on his face.

"Wyatt, hey, do you know where Paige is? Or Piper?", she asked him immediately.

"Matter of fact I do", he said and his grin remained unchanged.

"Ok, and where are they?", Phoebe asked, a little annoyed with that habit of his never to answer a question straight.

"Well, Paige is probably in slutty hell, and mom's sitting in a cave crying for her dead sister", he said in a light mood.

Phoebe stared at him. "Don't make this kind of jokes", she said shivering at the way he had said that.

"Oh I assure you aunt Phoebe, I don't joke about this. But you'll be glad to hear you're soon to join your younger sister in the bowels of hell", he said and still smiled.

"What?", Phoebe asked shocked and couldn't believe the way he behaved and even less the things he was saying.

"I am going to kill you now", he explained in a friendly voice. He allowed her to take in a glimpse of his emotion and she realized he was dead serious.

She screamed when he conjured up an energy ball and moved towards her.

"Sadly, I won't be able to give you the same personal treatment I gave aunt Paige, but be certain I love you just as much and it's just that I don't have enough time for this." He stepped closer and she got up from the couch and moved a step backwards. Her nephew had definitely gone crazy. No one except from a total psycho would talk to anyone that way.

What she didn't know was that her other nephew was present as well, invisible to the eyes of the living.

He stared at the scene and asked himself how he never saw the true dimensions of Wyatt's madness when he was still alive. That guy was simply totally out of his mind. But in a very unsettling way aware of what he did and intelligent enough to lead an evil empire.

Then he noticed someone else enter the room. He looked up and saw Angelina who followed the scene between Phoebe and Wyatt with sad eyes. He knew immediately what she was here for. She was there to get Phoebe's soul.

He didn't blame her for what she had to do, because just as he had with aunt Paige she didn't have any choice.

"Whatever you want to do, to stop him, please to it quickly", Angelina said in a low voice when Wyatt took yet another step towards his aunt.

Chris just nodded and then conjured up a portal of a kind he had never used before. A portal to hell. That was just the easy part. He had to separate Wyatt's soul and body somehow so he could use that portal.

He concentrated very hard and looked at his bastard of an older brother determinedly.

He made a grabbing gesture with his hand and felt how he got a hold of the soul.

Wyatt noticed it, too. He had no idea what was happening there and who was behind it but he was very aware of his soul attempting to leave its rightful space.

He stopped dead in his tracks and concentrated. He had to shake this whatever it was off. He thought of everything he still had to do, he thought of all the power he hadn't yet received. These thoughts gave him strength and after a short struggle with the invisible force drawing his soul he shook it off.

Chris let out a frustrated groan. He tried again but he couldn't get a hold anymore. He knew this had been his only chance and he had blown it. Now Wyatt knew how to fight his attacks off, even though he didn't know they were his and so Chris had no way of killing him anymore.

He knew if he still had his wiccan powers he would've managed to blow something up with his TK now, because the way he was angry was a way he had never been angry before.

Phoebe however only noticed how Wyatt stopped and didn't move anymore. She didn't know why or how, but this was definitely her only chance. She called for Leo and tried to kick Wyatt in the face.

Wyatt only needed some seconds to regain his composure and he blocked her attack with his left arm. "He won't come, I turned you connection off", he explained with a smirk at her pathetic attempts to stay alive. He moved closer and grabbed her arm.

And immediately she was thrown into a premonition. One that was not pretty at all.

She saw everything Wyatt had done to Paige in very short time. She stared at him in shock and did the first thing that came to her mind. She slapped him hard in the face and yelled, "You bastard!"

He just smirked and asked, "Oh you saw what happened to dear auntie Paige, right? Well, do you want that too? Unfortunately I don't have time for that, so be content with this", he said and with a swift motion of his hand he threw the energy ball he was holding into her stomach.

She screamed out in agony and some seconds later her soul left her body, for Angelina to pick up.

Chris hid in a wall. He didn't want another tearful reunion right now so he had to make sure she didn't see him.

He had failed to save her. But before he could think straight again he saw someone standing in the doorway.

"Wyatt?", Piper asked and stared at her son. She stood next to Leo and the two of them had just witnessed their older child not only kill his aunt but also admitting to be the one who had done those horrible things to his other aunt.

Piper's world shattered for the third time now in two weeks. First her son had committed suicide than her sister had died and now she saw her other son murdering his other aunt and found out he was the one who had killed her youngest sister. Her little angel had turned into a monster.

And in this moment she only had the strong desire to blow that bastard up. She didn't care about him being her son anymore. He had always been evil she now realized and he had gotten all the attention that Chris had deserved. He had been the cause for many deaths up till now and he was smiling about it. No one harmed her sisters and smiled about it, she thought in fury and lifted her hands.

She saw Wyatt turn around, and she summoned all the wrath, every little bit of power in her body.

Then she made the familiar movement, a swift opening of her hands from a fist to their open state. She saw his eyes grew wide and then…

Nothing happened. She stared at him and he started laughing at her.

"Did you really think it was that easy, mom?", he asked her, still laughing.

"You're not my son anymore", she said between clenched teeth.

"Wrong. You're not my mother anymore, because you are about to die", he said with this cocky smile on his face.

Chris looked at his clipboard only to find her page vanished from his hands. He looked up and saw another Angel of Death hovering nearby. He knew they had taken the assignment from him. He didn't know why they had done that, but he was grateful for that. He needed to stop his brother now, he didn't have time to claim a soul.

Before Piper could even react to her son's threat, he had already lifted his fingers and with a last smirk at her, he used her power on herself. He thought that added a little ironic note to the event. He had used one of his demonic powers to absorb the energy of her attack and now he used the exact same power to vanquish her ass. That was really classy.

Chris hid in the wall again as he felt a desperate tear stream down his face. Now it was real. His mom was dead. The Charmed Ones were gone. And with them every hope the world had not to end in darkness.

Leo couldn't move. He couldn't think. His sisters in law were dead. His wife was dead. His son was dead. And the other One had just vanquished the love of his live.

He stared at Wyatt in disbelief. This was just too much for him to really understand it now. "Why?", he muttered. He had now idea how his little angel had turned out so wrong.

Wyatt just gave him a pitiful look. "It's all about power", he simply said.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a lot of time to make your death a more special event for you right now, but since you already did it once I don't think you mind too much, do you?", he asked.

Without waiting for an answer he used his moth deadly kind of fireball reducing his father to another pile of ashes next to those of his wife. He looked around the living room, now full of ashes and one corpse and said aloud, "Well, someone needs to clean this"

Then he started laughing in a way he had never done before. He had just killed his entire family, except for his brother who had been faster on this than him and he felt no regrets at all. In fact he felt absolutely great. Now he really saw that this was what he had always wanted. He felt great.

Chris however felt totally lost. Everything was lost now. The prophecy of the other angels was about to come true. Everything would come true.

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Wyatt shimmered back into the cave where once again all the demons bowed down when they saw him.

The mood seemed even better than it had before and Wyatt had the feeling this meant the mission had been successful.

"So?", he asked the female demon he had talked to before who now had a triumphant grin on her face.

"The tribunal has been vanquished. The cleaners are all dead and we're ready to power through", she stated with delight in her voice.

"That's great", he said. "Then guys, let's power through he said and smiled even wider than before. Cheering the demons shimmered away to do just that.

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Chris was still in the living-room when he heard people scream on the street. When he looked out of the window he saw some demons shooting fire at them and terrorizing all the innocents, even killing some.

He turned away. He had lost his fight. The world was lost and now everything happened he had been warned about. He sat down in resignation. He felt the tears running down his cheeks when he looked at the leftovers of his family. They maybe hadn't cared about him, but he had loved them anyway and had never wanted any of them to die. When he was about to entirely break down he heard the Jingle of Death again. He looked out of the window. Time was still flowing. That made no sense to him, but instead of wondering he just transported himself to the place where he jingle came from.

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When he rematerialized he immediately knew where he was even though he had never been there before. It was up there. He stood in the middle of a huge room all in white and on both sides there were tribunes where elders sat. In front of him stood the old Angel of Death he had talked to earlier when he had made his plan to stop Wyatt.

But behind her he saw the people who he had never expected to see again. There was his family, his mother, father and aunts, looking at him longingly. Paige gave him a small smile and waved.

He just stared at his family in confusion.

"What… how…", he stuttered, but the older Angel of Death cut him off.

"We're going to explain", she said gaining his attention.

"What's going on?", he asked her incredulously.

"Patience", she said. She pointed to a chair behind him. "Sit down"

Stunned he followed her command and she sat down on a chair in front of his. He looked at his family.

"You have been summoned here for a reason. You were so eager to stop your brother."

"but I obviously failed. He's probably on TV right now, declaring himself ruler of the world", Chris said bitterly.

The woman raised an eyebrow at his accurate guess. In fact that was just what his brother was doing right now. "But we think you can succeed"

"It's too late", Chris said in resignation.

"No it isn't. Not of you really want to", she said. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"you have a good heart. One of the purest ever created, but your parents didn't care enough for you fragile soul to survive", the angel of Death said. At this all his family looked very guiltily at him, but he was too fixed on the old woman to notice.

"So?", he asked and wanted nothing more than to know where this was going.

"So we think if anyone can do something about this situation then it's you"

"What do you mean by that?", he asked a little unsettled.

"We think you deserve a second chance", she said.

"Huh?", he said. He knew that was probably not the most intelligent answer to what she had just said but he simply couldn't think of anything else.

"We are going to resurrect you, so you can save all that is good", she said patiently.

Resurrect? He couldn't believe it.

"You mean, really make me alive again? Like, not being an Angel of Death anymore?", he asked and stared at her. She just nodded.

"But… but, why me?", was the only thing he managed to say.

"Because you are one of the most powerful good beings there is. And because we know you are the one who's capable of saving the world. That is of course, only when you're ready", she said.

He just looked over at his family. His mom had a tear stained face and his father, too. He was nodding towards him. Now they finally cared about him. Finally they loved him and wanted to spend time with him. Now he was supposed to give that up, only to return to a world where he had only found depression and loathing, a world that had led him to suicide.

"I…", he hesitated, "I don't want to leave them", he said and looked at his family sadly.

"But think about all the innocent lives that are about to be wasted. I know how hard it always was for you to take an innocent life, but that is going to happen so much more often in the next time. He is not going to stop from killing women and children, not if no one stops him", the woman told him.

With that she had hit a nerve. He always felt so sorry for those innocents. If he didn't take this opportunity he wouldn't only have to take their innocent souls further, but he would always think if he had agreed he could've spared them from death. And he knew, that he needed to do everything he could to stop Wyatt if he ever wanted to set his mind to peace. He took a deep breath and looked at the Angel of Death who was looking at him expectantly. He nodded reluctantly.

She gave him a small smile and stood up. So did he. She touched him by the shoulder and a silver glow emerged from the spot where she touched him soon to cover his entire body. He felt how everything that once been his about this body was recreated. When she was done she removed her hand and looked at him.

"How do you feel?"

"Different", he admitted and looked at his fingers that seemed somehow changed. Maybe because they weren't translucent anymore.

He looked again at his family who were now smiling sadly at him. "I know you can do this", Leo said.

"Thanks, Dad", Chris answered and gave him a small smile.

His mother was just going to say something when they all heard a loud crash and every head in the room turned towards the entrance where Temetrius now stood.

"My master granted me entrance to this realm so I could vanquish the Elders. Any Elders here?", he asked and smiled at all of them.

The Angel of Death looked at them in shock. But she regained her composure quickly and waved towards Chris' family, sending their spirits back to the afterlife. Then she said to Chris, "Go"

He knew this was serious and immediately tried to transport himself out, but then he realized he couldn't do that anymore. It took him a few seconds to remember how to orb since he stopped using that ability over a month ago.

The last thing he saw before he left the place was one of the Elder's robes flying through the air, covered in red.

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He rematerialized on a small town road in some small town not far from San Francisco. He looked around and saw two houses burning in the darkness. He heard children crying, women screaming and knew everything was in Chaos now.

And now he was part of this world again. He didn't even have a home to return to anymore, since Wyatt would obviously be using the manor for his own stuff now. He had no friends here, no one to care about or who cared about him. And yet he was supposed to save this world. A world he couldn't care less about because it didn't care about him.

But his family had finally started to care about him. The only catch was, that this didn't matter anymore. He was divided from them by a barrier he was not able to cross anymore.

They loved him now, but he was all alone.

Again.

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A/N: WOOHOO! Done! You can't imagine how happy I am about that, my first complete English fanfiction!

If you haven't reviewed yet but read the story anyway, please leave a short review to tell me what you think of the end, and whether you think I should do a sequel or not. So please, please, pleas review! I know there are many of you who get E-mails about a new chapter of this stories, so please, please please write a review. Not because I depend my ongoing with the story on it, because it's complete now, but because you are so nice people and because my fingers hurt from typing so much.

Teal-lover: All the answers have been given, I hope you're happy with them. And thanks for all your reviews for the story.

Liam's Stalker: Yeah, I did kill him off, but death is not permanent in the Charmed universe, so I hope you're not so angry about that anymore.

Phoebe x-15: Tja, ich hatte keine wirkliche Zeit für eine große Szene wo Chris und Piper wieder miteinander konfrontiert werden, aber je nachdem welcher meiner Idee ich für das Sequel nachgehen wird so eine Szene noch kommen. Vielen dank für alle deine lieben Reviews über die Story hinweg.

Lonnie: I have no idea in which order the last names have to be, I didn't spend a lot of thought on that, but I guess you're probably right.

Nikki14u: I hope you like the end as much as you did the rest of the story. It still means a lot to me that you of all people like it, so I hope I put it to an end you agree with.

Missing Whisper: no he doesn't die and suffer horribly, at least not in this part of the fic, I'm not so sure if he does in the sequel, there he might, but that's not certain yet. And that he doesn't die is just the catch, I tried to portray it all to be very unfair.

Melissa-p: If it makes you feel better, the story won't have any cliffhangers anymore. At least not until the sequel… muhahaha clears throat sorry.

Calen: I decided against him being able to appear at will, because I figured that would be too easy for Chris, though I thought of the possibility.

Thanks a lot to everyone who reviewed the story! You made my days!

Greetings, Septdeneuf