A/N- Thanks to saver. I appreciate the review.
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"There's only 6 bottles of potion, so you have to make them all count, ok?" Phyra didn't want to show it, but she was worried about her favorite cousins. "Don't go just tossing the potion at every demon you see." Chris and Wyatt were headed to the Underworld. The family was always nervous when one of them went there, because it was the only place that the whitelighter senses failed.
"We'll be ok, Phy. We got this covered." Wyatt tousled her hair. "It's not like it's the first time we've orbed to a demon bar."
"Oh really, young man? I guess we'll be discussing that later then." Piper's voice was stern.
"Um, Mom. I'm 22 years old. I can go into a bar you know." It didn't matter how old, powerful or Twice Blessed Wyatt was, his mother's scoldings always made him feel like he was that two year old child that Gideon had tried to turn evil.
"We'll see about that, buddy." Piper hated the thought of letting her babies go to the Underworld. So many bad things had happened to her family there, it drove her nuts to think about all of the what-ifs.
"Mom, I promise. We'll be ok. But we have to go now." Chris hugged Piper and Phyra, grabbed a handful of potion bottles and orbed out.
"Be back soon. Later." Wyatt followed his brother in a wave of blue and silver orbs.
"Honey, they'll be ok. They're strong and powerful. They'll be ok." Leo put an arm around Piper, pulling her back into a quick hug.
"I hope so, Leo. I just have a bad feeling about this." Piper sighed, and relaxed into her favorite place- her husband arms.
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Chris orbed in behind the demon bar in a shower of black orbs. He and Wyatt had discovered a potion that changed their orb colors, so that they fit into the Underworld more discreetly.
Chris went in first as he always did. He swing open the swinging Saloon style doors, his green eyes taking quick note of the abnormal number of darklighters in the bar. He swallowed, his mouth going cottony as they raised the black crossbows at his entrance.
"Hello half-breed. We've been waiting for you." One hissed as he let an arrow loose.
Chris ducked, and the arrow missed him, landing harmlessly in the wall behind him. His own crossbow formed in his hand. "Who the hell are you calling half-breed?"
"What the? We were betrayed by one of our own! You're darklighters." The one that had shot at Chris gasped.
"You're damned right we are. You doubted us? Who wanted you to assassinate us. He'll be the one dead by nightfall." Wyatt growled, grabbing the nearest darklighter by the throat.
"Wait. How do we know for sure this isn't a trick. Maybe they stole darklighter powers." The darklighter that had shot a Chris obviously wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack.
Chris shot an arrow, sending the darklighter up in flames. "Anyone else want to doubt us?"
"It was the Sextet. They hired us. Said that two young male half-breed witch lighters would be coming here. We didn't know you were one of our own."
"Where can we find this Sextet? They screwed with the wrong demon!" Chris' face sneered, conjured an energy ball in his hand and hurled it at a section of the darklighters.
"They live above ground. In the mortal world. They can shape shift into a human form, and live amongst the mortals. They live near the Charmed Ones. They seem to think they'll be the ones to kill them all. Quite stupid really, they'll be committing suicide. Every demon wants to kill the Charmed Ones and their off spring. No one ever succeeds." A red faced demon answered from out of the shadows. "I fought them. I lost. They will all eventually lose." Boos and hisses of displeasure rang throughout the room. No demon liked to hear how many of their demon brothers and sisters the Charmed Ones had killed in their lifetimes.
Wyatt and Chris stared at the demon, then at each other. "Balthazor?"
Chris recovered quicker. "Congratulations on living old friend. A demon that has taken on the Charmed Ones and lived to tell the tale. We thought they had vanquished you. Several times, in fact."
"You can never kill what you most love." Cole cryptic answer sent shivers down Wyatt's spine.
"Ah, but apparently, they can try. Thanks for the information, friend." Wyatt sneered the word friend.
"And by the way just as a notice. The Charmed Ones are ours. We'll get rid of them ourselves." Chris shimmered out with the proclamation, while Wyatt black orbed home.
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Piper saw a shimmer entering the living room. "Oh for the Love of God. Not again!" She rose her hands to freeze the demon entering when she heard the sound of black orbs behind her. "Ahh.. " she screamed and blew up the darklighter.
"Mom! You just blew up Wyatt!" Chris screamed. Blue and silver orbs reformed and Wyatt stood in front of his mother, completely pissed off.
"Ma. You have got to relax. We warned you we'd probably be black orbing in. So WHY DID YOU BLOW ME UP?" His voice kept raising until he was yelling.
"Because after 25 years of demon hunting, I shoot first and ask questions later. And don't ever yell at me again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, WYATT?" Piper screamed back at her oldest son.
"Whoa, whoa. What's going on here? Piper, quit yelling at your sons. Wyatt, don't yell at your mother. And Chris, what the hell are you doing with a darklighter crossbow?" Phoebe ran down the stairs at hearing all the yelling.
"Aunt Phoebe, no offense, but we have much bigger problems than my crossbow." Chris said, orbing it away to the attic.
"Like what? You guys weren't able to vanquish them?" Piper gasped.
"We were sent into an ambush, mom. It's ok. We're fine. Chris' new power saved us. That's how he got the cross bow, he reflected the darklighters' powers."
"But what we found out is that the Sextet lives here. Above ground. And it's somewhere close, because they want to destroy the Power of Three."
"But how do you know you can trust what they told you." Phoebe asked.
"Well, we wouldn't have. Except that an old friend of yours told us about it. Balthazor is back."
Phobe promptly fainted into Chris' waiting arms.
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A/N – Sorry, I know it's clichéd to bring Cole back, but I just couldn't resist!