Preparation for Doomsday- Chapter 5

Disclaimer- See previous chapters (Demons and story line made by me)

Phoebe's Vision Takes place in Los Angeles
Basement of Wolfram and Hart-Late Afternoon, Early Evening(Taken place before and during the incident in Angel's office-The Storm)

"What the he-" Phoebe literally felt like she was having an out of body experience. This was definitely more than a vision. She had no idea of where she was, but as far as she was concerned it was a dangerous place to be. She could smell blood and could hear screaming. Phoebe stood still and silent while listening to the noise engulf the empty hallway as her vision became clearer.

Scraping, peeling, and screaming. Scraping, peeling, and screaming. Scraping, peeling, and screaming. The sounds became a crescendo that started to meddle together like it was making a song. It was a song that could crush souls and turn hearts into stone just by its dark seductive magnitude. It chilled Phoebe to the bone as she helplessly watched the demons start carving their sacrifice for a ritual.

Under the Wolfram and Hart basement ten figures dressed in red and black robes sat in a circle opposite each other like chess pieces at battle. Inside the circle a red and black checkered candle in the middle of a red drawn triangle was lit giving off the odor of burnt flesh and hair. The air was filled with mists, taking the shape of a grinning demon's face, tracing its way throughout the dusty, abandoned dark hallway. The leader was dressed in a red and black checkered robe and positioned himself above the flame while the figure to his left handed him black hair, newly cut human flesh, a gallon of blood from the currently silent carcassas as well as a handful of silver dust that represented the power of strength (body/mind), gray dust which represented the power of time (eternity/fate) and gold dust the power to manipulate and rule anything to its will.

"Dust become flesh and blood! Bring him back from the mud!"

Each figure chanted in time with the shriek of each wail that tore itself painfully from the bottom of hell by the spirit of Darryl Morris, the one that had his body ripped apart.

"Oh God, no. This can't be happening. Not Darryl!" Phoebe gasped quietly as she caught sight of the limp figure. She placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from being discovered by the demons. A tear fell down her face.

Darryl Morris was once a cop from San Francisco who was close to the Halliwell sisters- Piper, Phoebe, and Paige a.k.a. the Charmed Ones – the strongest witches in San Francisco. After many odd supernatural experiences with the Charmed Ones, Darryl tried to ease out of the chaotic circle. He was always in danger when he stood around them, no matter what. Unfortunately, Darryl broke apart from the Charmed ones and ended up hearing something he shouldn't have heard. Living separate from the Charmed ones didn't mean he was safe after all. He eavesdropped while patrolling in an alley in downtown San Francisco. He heard a few men that looked like they were in their 20's talk about bringing back Cole Turner as the Source, but with more power than anyone could ever imagine. Thinking they were pure human he tried to arrest them for selling drugs-dust so that he could also prevent the junky punks from actually bringing back the one demon who could possibly destroy the Charmed ones and the world. Darryl's plan was vanquished when one of the guys jerked him with a high bolted, electric weapon that shot through his system gaining him unconsciousness and imprisonment for life.

So these were the demons that barged into our home uninvited. What can they possibly want? They killed Darryl. Poor Darryl! He didn't deserve this fate and it's all because of our connection to him, Phoebe thought sadly. He was our protector and our link to the mortal world. If only we knew about this sooner. We could have saved him. I feel like my premonition powers are deteriorating. This is my entire fault! Phoebe sighed, putting her head into her hands and jerked suddenly to another alarming noise.

The flame started bursting into life like a firecracker that sounded like a bomb. All the figures jumped up startled as their dark, glowing green eyed leader calmed them down.

"Sit down you idiots, it's all right! Wolfram and Hart has soundproof walls and ceiling. That noise means the spell is starting to finally work and soon our master will show himself again," he said sternly. "Take it from me, Hoygles. Today you will witness history as it was meant to be, when our leader rises again into power. WE MAY HAVE LOST THE BATTLE, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE READY TO SURRENDER! WE WILL HAVE OUR WAR!"

The room now contained a red mist that answered the call to the cry of war. A gust of wind spread in the room starting to rage like a tornado. The Hoygles' green glowing eyes brightened with joy.

"It's coming? Can't you feel it?" the leader said with a laugh as the ground began to shake and the tornado wind started to shriek and become louder.

Fear tore through Phoebe as she prepared to witness the coming of the next master of evil, but everything went black. Something heavy had a steel grip on her. She screamed.