A/N: Ah, school... I hate it so. ;)

Mediatorsk: Yeah, as I was writing, I realized that I was making the Charmed Ones seem awfully lazy. That's why I put in the part about Phoebe scrying for Wyatt, so it appears that they would stand up to Wyatt if they knew where he was.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The pastfew weeks had been hell. Paige, Phoebe, Pam, Chris, and Leo had tried time and time again to overthrow Wyatt, but it proved far too difficult for just three witches to go up against hundreds of demons. Yes, hundreds. After those in the Underworld had seen Wyatt's immense power and how easily the city of San Francisco had bent to his will, they wanted in on the power. In just two weeks, every mortal with a TV had learned of the existence of magic. Of course, Wyatt hadn't spoken of demons, only witches and how evil they were. Knowing the world's history with witches, everyone instantly believed. Some even thought of Wyatt as a messenger of God, here to drive away Satan's servants and instill a holy rule once again.

Even worse, the Halliwells seemed to be fighting alone. They'd tried to gather a Wiccan army to go against Wyatt's forces, but no one would agree. Every witch they knew felt betrayed, like the Halliwells could have done something to prevent Wyatt's switch. Some even believed they aided it. Perhaps if they weren't so laden with grief, they could've realized sooner what was going on. No one in the family would ever forgive themselves for what the world was slowly becoming. And no matter how hard they tried, there was nothing they could do to stop it. Even with powers, they were powerless.

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"The mortals' President has just about run out of tanks to send over here. He should stop trying to resist us soon… then we'll make him bow down," the male Girene said greedily.

"We?" Wyatt asked. "I've been doing everything for you! If you're going to just keep sitting back and taking credit for my magic…" he formed an energy ball when he talked.

"Easy, easy," the female Girene said. "You are getting credit. Haven't you heard what the mortals are saying about you?"

"Yes, but most demons still bow to you. The glory is rightfully mine," Wyatt reminded. He was as power-hungry as them by now, laughing at how the mortals shook with fear in his presence. "We had a deal, you know."

"What do you mean?" the female Girene asked.

"You said if I joined you, you'd resurrect my mother. I'm waiting," Wyatt said impatiently.

"Is that really important? Do you even miss her anymore?" the male Girene asked.

"We had a deal!" Wyatt shouted.

"Well in that case, the deal's off," the female Girene said.

"What?" Wyatt asked furiously.

"We lied. We can't resurrect the dead. Not since 1523."

"The Book was right," Wyatt realized. "You lied to me!"

"Well yes, but look what we've given you! You have powers now that you would never have had if you stayed good. You can do whatever you want without personal gain. You don't have morality weighing you down. And best of all…" the female Girene said, stepping closer to Wyatt and smirking, "you will rule with us forever."

Wyatt looked at her angrily, an evil glare in his eyes. "No," he said. "I won't rule with you."

"Well, you'd be foolish to turn back to good now," the male Girene said. "Do you really think everyone on that side will accept you?"

"No," Wyatt said. "But demons and mortals will. They already have." He formed two energy balls in his hands.

"What are you doing?" the female Girene asked apprehensively.

"Something I should've done a long time ago. And I would've, if I'd realized how powerless you really are. What are you, the only two left of your species?"

"Uh…" the male Girene started, backing away from Wyatt cautiously.

"I knew it. You're both frauds! And I won't share my power with two lower-level demons who don't deserve it." Before anyone could react, Wyatt tossed the energy balls and forever disintegrated the two Girenes.

Now he had absolute power. And he liked it.