Chapter fourteen
Chris stood barefoot on the cold metal of the Golden Gate Bridge, the wind swept through his hair and ruffled his feathers, head raised to the sky he smiled at the smell of blood before he took a breath and calmed down.
A smile settled on the Angel's lips as he thought about his brothers, they were so alike in so many ways, all three of them needed each other, wanted each other. Chris and Wyatt had already claimed their relationship, as did Kit and Wyatt, so Chris assumed anyway. The Devil's Angel had often wondered what it would be like between he and his twin but had pushed that thought as far from his mind as possible. Kit was a no go area. Despite his protests Kit was the purest.
Even though both Kit and Wyatt claimed it was in fact Chris who would always be untainted just because of his 'air' of purity and his title, the Devil's Angel…
A hand on his shoulder startled him from his reverie turning he gasped in shock, "What?"
"Hey sweetie."
"Don't Sweetie me Phoebe."
"That's Aunt Phoebe to you mister." The Charmed one's eyes narrowed tapping her foot on the metal.
Black eyes studied the smaller woman and he realised it was the woman he'd grown up with not his charge.
"Aunt Phoebe?"
"The one and only," She laughed, "So…" she looked him up and down, "so Christopher what the hell is this get up about?"
"Why are you here?" he asked coldly.
"Why do you think wise guy? And don't take that tone with me."
"You're an illusion." Chris whispered, "I'm just imagining the fact that my DEAD aunt's ghost has traveled through time and is standing here telling me off."
"I'm not transcending time, space and dimensions for nothing young man!" she huffed, "You may not believe it but your mother, Aunt Paige and I have been watching you. And we're worried."
"Like I care."
"Of course you care Chris. This isn't you. You're good."
Chris rolled his eyes, "Good? Have you seen the things I've done?"
"It's not the point."
Chris turned away, "Of course it's the point Phoebe! It's never been about Good and Evil, it's all about power; Wyatt was right." Chris' shoulders sagged, "Wyatt was right."
Phoebe pulled Chris into a hug, which he returned for a moment before he sensed something strange, something evil. This wasn't his Aunt. He started to pull away, he went to raise his hand but suddenly both arms were wrenched behind him and his wrists bound by a conjured rope in tight, unforgiving knots.
Chris looked up at the woman, "What?"
'Phoebe' smirked, and began to change. Chris' eyes opened wide in shock as the true figure of 'Phoebe' was revealed.
"Hello child."
Chris staggered backwards, away from the robed figure of the Source, "Stay the hell away from me!" he tried to orb away but couldn't.
"Do you really think that you're going to escape from me? Did you think an Oracle of your power could go unnoticed?"
"I'm not an Oracle!" Chris protested, "I haven't had a vision in twelve years!"
"Ah, but that's not true, is it? I know the prophecies of the Devil's Angel and I know Mika's secrets-"
"So take him, not me!"
"I'm afraid I cant do that." The Source said wrapping a hand around Chris' arm, "You will be trained by my Seer until she outlives her usefulness."
"I won't do it!"
"You will." The Source said as he flamed them to the Underworld.
In the Underworld while Chris was on the bridge
A demon shimmer-orbed into the seer's lair, his long dark hair falling over his blood red and black skin and falling over his emerald green eyes. The black wings folded neatly behind his back, as he walked toward the Seer.
The Seer looked up from her pool, "Hello Mika."
The demon smiled, "You'd think I'd get better at sneaking up on you after three hundred years."
"Has it been that long?" the Seer smiled, "I suppose you want to see how Chris is doing?"
Mika nodded, "I'm worried, the influence of his brothers may have pushed him over the edge. He's not meant to be evil."
The Seer waved her hand and the two of them watched as Chris conjured demons in the manor and then disappeared.
"Mika, you have to help them."
Mika nodded, "I know. Try and keep an eye on the boy okay?"
She nodded as Mika disappeared in a swirl of blue and black orbs.
Halliwell Manor
The battle had been ticking over for at least fifteen minutes and little progress had been made on either side.
They saw a haze of blue and black orbs appear in amongst the fighting; a demon with black wings and blood red skin materialized, "Enough!" he shouted, he raised his hands and the demons disappeared in a red haze, "It's okay to come out now. I won't hurt you."
The Halliwell's came out and watched the demon closely, "Mika?" Wyatt asked, "Is that you?"
Mika nodded, "Yes Wyatt."
Wyatt raised a hand to throw him telekinetically but Mika countered, making Wyatt's hands go back to his sides, "Wyatt we need to help your brother."
"It's your fault Chris' changed." Kit snarled.
"Listen," Mika slipped into human form (slightly older looking Chris), "Chris isn't lost. We just need to find him."
"Why should we believe you?" Piper asked.
"Because you have to."
"We don't actually." Leo said.
"My heir was not meant to be evil." Mika said, "He's pure…I'm not the one who tainted him! Who spent years corrupting him!" Mika's angry green eyes were locked on Wyatt, "It was you Wyatt! You! But that's not important, Chris is in trouble. I've got the Seer lo-"
Mika trailed off as he was thrown into a vision.
Flames appeared in the Seer's lair revealing the Source and Chris in his Angel form. The room started to spin and then it wasn't there anymore.
"Oh no…"
"What is it?"
"The Source has got him. He took him to the Seer's lair…but he's moved the lair himself."
"So what do we do?"
Mika smirked at Leo, "We get to work."
"How?"
"There's a spell in the book, or at least there was in my time." Mika walked up the stairs to the attic followed by the sisters, Leo and Wyatt and Kit.
Mika stopped in the attic, looking around him, "It's just how I remember it…" Mika mused, "Peaceful, innocent." He walked over to the book and waved his hand and the book glowed green for a second then began leafing though it.
"Christopher!" Piper barked.
Mika's eyes flew up and he smiled at his mother, "Well…it's been a long time since I've been called that."
