One more chapter for the masses! And the crowd goes wild!

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Xernevod, the head demon, crossed his arms as a demon, the same one who visited him thrice before, materialized into his presence. With a snap of his fingers, all other guard demons in the area vanished in green ripples.

"I hope you have something useful to say," Xernevod uttered.

"I've brought you the powers that we've collected," the demon said.

He brought his hands together and a medium-sized globe of multicolored light appeared, hovering slightly above his hands. He held it out for his master, who seized it in one hand and let loose a smirk. He examined it closely, as if he could single out each power that the light contained. He intermittently gave small nods of approval, prompting his servant to smile. Finally he held it out and spoke to the one who presented him with the gift.

"My servants," he bellowed. As he spoke, all the other demons who had been there before once again materialized in his presence. "This is a marvelous occasion. With these powers, I can claim the Gem of Legend and use its powers to bring my brother back to life! Witness as I infuse myself with the powers of hundreds of pathetic witches whose only purpose in life was to hand their powers over to me."

He held out the glowing orb one last time for everyone to see. By this time, all the other demons had gathered in a small group, including the one who had given it to him. Before he could plunge it into his chest, a strange force swept his feet from under him and he crashed to the ground. The collection of powers flew through the air and landed in Matthew's hands.

"Right on time," James commented. "Nice catch, Matt."

"Have a nice trip?" Wesley asked.

"YOU!" Xernevod shouted, enraged. "How did you get here?"

"That's not important," James said. "The only thing that matters is that we're here to put an end to your plan."

"If you think you can stop me," Xernevod said, "give it your best try."

He stood to his full height, around seven feet, and a green aura engulfed his body. The three brothers and the three Millers saw him transform into a completely different creature. As the light faded, grayish wings sprouted from his back, and his skin, previously pale green, assumed a grayish hue. Only the paleness of his eyes remained the same. He spread his wings to their full wingspan, sending shivers down the spines of his inferiors.

"That's where we know him from!" Wesley exclaimed. "He's one of those dark angel things!"

"I think it's Fallen Angel," Matthew corrected.

"You cannot stop me from resurrecting my brother!" Xernevod shouted as his wings began to flap fiercely.

The force of the winds blew all six witches to the ground. George hid behind his mother, who excessively checked him for any injuries. Derrick and James stood up and, as if on cue, waved their hands simultaneously. With a flash of light, the two powers reflected and James and Derrick found themselves soaring through the air, landing on top of Wesley, who clearly had not prepared for such an event.

"Get off me!" he shouted.

"Brother?" Matthew asked, going through his mind. "Invision?"

"No," James said unbelievingly, brushing himself off. "Yes?"

"You three killed my brother," Xernevod said, "and now I get the pleasure of killing you, and your little friends, too."

"In your dreams," Matthew said, "you wicked witch wannabe."

"Get them!" Xernevod shouted to his minions, who up to this point had only been watching everything tentatively in a corner.

The group of ten or so minor demons stormed the six witches. James and Derrick took defensive stances and telekinetically threw the first few into the remaining ranks. Matthew, still with the ball of collective powers, had no idea what to do with it, so he stood in the back, guarding it.

"Get 'em, lil' man," Derrick said to his son.

The eleven year old George walked in front of his father and flashed his hands at a demon with a fireball in his grasp. A sudden wave of discomfort overwhelmed the demon as his expression changed briefly from one of anger to one of pain. Ice crystals formed at his feet and quickly worked their way up to his head, extinguishing his fireball along the way. With a flick of Derrick's finger, the ice statue rose into the air and shot into another demon like an arrow, shattering into small shards on impact.

"Now that's a freezing power with kick!" Wesley exclaimed. "I could get used to that!"

"Watch your back!" Matthew shouted to Wesley.

Wesley quickly spun around, temporarily losing his balance, but not falling. A demon barreled toward him with a fire in his eyes. With no time to react, Wesley sunk to the ground and stuck out a leg, effectively tripping the demon. He clumsily flew through the air, on a collision course with a stone wall. Moments before the collision, though, he froze in place.

Wesley re-gathered himself and was brushing his hands. Derrick deflected a fireball with his power and it found a new target: the frozen demon. It struck the helpless victim with an unbiased roar of flame and vanished in a blaze along with its target.

"Nice," Wesley said to Derrick.

"I know," Derrick replied with a sly grin, "but we're only halfway done."

George flicked his hands at another demon, but missed and the attack flew past the demon's ear, freezing a section of stone. The demon laughed evilly and quickly shot a fireball at the child. Charity, off fighting hand to hand with another demon, caught the sight from the corner of her eye and delivered a punch to her demon's stomach that caused him to collapse to the ground. With a loud "NOOOO!" she raced to the scene. Derrick heard his wife's strained voice and immediately turned to the source. His face dropped as he saw the ball of intense heat shoot toward his son. With his back turned, the demon he had previously been fighting took advantage and threw a ball of electricity into his back. He shook uncontrollably before dropping to the ground, barely breathing.

Matthew instinctively dropped the ball of collective powers and flung out a hand toward George, extending his powers. Instantly, George felt a strange sensation as his body became transparent. However, the fireball was too fast and before Matthew could phase George to safety, the fireball had already grazed his chest partly, creating a very noticeable burn mark. Together, Charity and Matthew ran to help him.

"I'm so sorry I didn't make it in time," Matthew said, hanging his head.