AN: This chapter is a little darker than the others and does not contain Paige. Paige's sub-plot will continue in the chapter following where she and Grams will be on their way to the prom.

Angelically Charmed: Sleeping with the Demons

Ayleia shifted her eyes looking back at her half-sister and cousin. Glenda was perched ready with a light ball in hand, as if she suspected something with the scenario was amiss.

"Ahem" The Source cleared his throat directing the oracle's attention to the youngest of the Angelic Ones.

"She's not the tracer's child. She doesn't sense him like Prue and the others" the oracle returned. "I think she may see you for who you truly are" The Oracle was right, unlike Aussie, Alyeia and Prue. Glenda saw the huge red winged demon in his purest form; pure evil.

"Her tiny light ball will do nothing to me" The Source snickered curling his fingers. A flame formed on the tip of his index finger as he flicked in Glenda's direction, instantly encircling she and Austin in a ring of fire.

"Not to worry no harm will come to them unless they try to move" he grinned looking down at an oblivious Prue.

"She sees nothing but what she wants to see," In one smooth move the Oracle then knelt down to Alyeia's eye level so that the child had no choice but to walk straight into her arms. "C'mon Alyeia. Don't you want a life with a Daddy you can have all to yourself?"

Ayleia shifted her eyes up towards Prue, glaring. "Not to worry" the Oracle whispered softly, "we can get rid of her if you like" With that Alyeia wrapped her tiny arms around the woman's neck.

The Oracle gave the Source a nod and then shimmered away.

Dipping a finger under chin, the Source lifted Prue's face smiling over the fact she was completely engulfed in his scheme. This was almost too easy he thought wondering exactly how much of the Tracer's essence he was giving off.

"There is one thing, we must do before we go" he told her softly allowing Prue to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"What's that?" she answered bright eyed watching him pull an athame from the pocket of his jacket.

"Kill Belthazor" he ordered opening his mouth and releasing a swarm of little black fly like objects. The objects entered, Prue's body via a large inhale of breath promptly causing her eyes to gloss over in classic demonic black.

"My pleasure" Prue grinned astral projecting out of his arms with the athame in hand.

Having returned to his normal mortal looking form, Cole stood in the bedroom talking to Prue's limp body which he still held in his arms.

"You despise me you know that? In fact I can't think of one good reason why I should even try to save you? It's your own blinded stupidity and belief in love that you into this situation" He paused for a moment and sighed, "but unfortunately for me, your still Phoebe's sister and I wouldn't do justice to her memory if I let you die"

"You're the only who is going to die!" In one quick movement, Prue's seemingly limp body flashed red and jerked upward plunging the athame deep into Cole's chest piercing his heart.

"Ironic way to go don't you think?" Prue smirked standing upright as Cole slid to the floor gripping his bloody chest. Without a second thought she dropped back to her knees and retrieved the Source's athame intent on returning bloodied with proof.

Sweating and bleeding, Cole reached for her blouse and yanked her close. "He will kill you from the inside out" he whispered before pushing her away.

"Hmm…I doubt that" Prue stood erect, dropping the athame to the floor as the Source appeared in the doorway. Once again she fell into his arms where he stood gloating, knowing that from Cole's point of view he saw the red cloaked demon and the destruction of the Angelical Afterlife as the Charmed Ones knew it.

Closing his eyes, Cole waited until they had shimmered away before attempting to call out for Leo.

When the whitelighter arrived he found Cole coughing and bleeding. "What happened?"

"The Source" Cole teeth chattered, "He tricked Prue into trying to kill me and then made off with her and Alyeia"

"You're kidding?" Leo's brow furrowed deeply as he attempted to heal the half-demon. "If Prue tried to willingly kill you, then she could loose her Angelic title as the high prietess"

"That's not all she's going to lose" Cole let out a series of hacking cough like sounds. "Prue Halliwell is a monumental trophy in the demonic world. The Source will take his time destroying her" The Source would not only take his time in killing the witch, he would utterly claim her mind. body and soul before broadcasting it to the entire Wiccan world.

"Then we've got to save her before that happens"

"We?" Cole's blue eyes widened as Leo pulled his hands away and stood erect. "As of now, I am officially out of the witch saving business"

"Think about your Son" Leo pleaded, "Think about Phoebe"

"Phoebe is all I ever think about" Cole braced himself against the wall pushing to his feet. "Sorry, Paige and Piper will just have to flip the bill. I've got a son to raise, demon free I might add"

"I couldn't find Piper and Paige. The Source must have anticipated their interference and took the liberty of distracting them"

"Or worse" Cole added raising his eyebrows, "But like I said that's no longer my problem"

"It's always going to be your problem" Leo retorted grabbing Cole's forearm, "Like it or not when you married Phoebe. It forever bound you to this family. "It's your destiny"

"As far as I'm concerned. Destiny is a four letter word"

"So is cowardice," Leo added matter-of-factly before cocking his head with a worried expression.

"What?"

"Something is wrong with Glenda and Aussie"

Cole bolted out the door making a beeline for the nursey as Leo disappeared into his white light of orbs.

"Oh God" The demon stood horrified at what he saw. Austin was standing outside the ring of fire, burned and bleeding beckoning for her little cousin to walk through the flames. An immortal being Austin had been able to move through the flames without the risk of death but didn't understand that her younger cousin was not so lucky.

"Stay there!" Cole ordered as Leo orbed inside the middle of the flaming ring, grabbing Glenda. Feeling helpless, Cole did what he could by grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around the burned angelic witch.

"Leo this looks bad" he muttered sickly picking up a second blanket and trying to extinguish what was left of the flames.

"She'll be okay. She's an immortal" At least partially. Leo set Glenda aside and immediately turned his healing power upon Austin. The tiny tot had massive burns over the majority of her little body.

"But that doesn't mean she's immune to pain does it?" The Charmed-demon looked almost heartbroken over the thought that Aussie had risked her own safety to save her baby cousin.

"No it doesn't" Leo frowned assuming that the damage to Austin's skin was akin to third degree burns, meaning that her nerves of feeling of had been severed.

Watching Leo return the angelic one to her normal state, Cole hung his head, pressing it to his chin. "Fine, I'll help you but just so that you know I'm doing this for Phoebe and the kind of person she would want me to be, not for Prue"

"Fair enough"

Tomb of the Egyptians

"Isis" Jeric took Piper's face into his hands and kissed her softly. Reacting naturally Piper latched onto his wrist, begging for the kiss to deepen.

"I've missed this" she whispered into his lips.

Tenderly, Jeric kissed her forehead, "as have I"

"Then what took you so long?" Sliding off of the slab, Piper wrapped her long legs around his waist. Cupping the back of her thighs, Jeric carried her to his bed chamber and laid her delicately on a set of white satin sheets before standing erect and gazing down at his prize.

Slipping off his shirt, Jeric slid across Piper, pinning her with his long torso. He'd much rather be readying himself to make love to his Goddess but a Charmed Witch would do.

Across the tomb angelic lights appeared taking the shape of a large woman. Next to her lay a sarcophagus resting against the wall. "Prue has just given way for you to be freed". The angel nodded and slowly the golden tomb opened revealing the mummy inside.

The angel held out her hand beckoning the mummy into a white glowing ball. "You greatest battle is yet to come," she said before disappearing in a set of Angelic lights leaving the tomb empty.

Underworld

The Oracle stood with her arms crossed across her chest, taking in the sight of the Underworld's new décor. The Source had masterfully masked his private acreage to resemble that of Prue's afterlife. For years, he'd sent spies into the Afterlife to collect information and details for such an occasion. Everything looked perfect. There were demons disguised as whitelighters dressed in hooded robes. Sorcerers posing as Elders, demonic dragonflies fluttering about as fairies everything were ideal, right down to Prue's swing.

"My Leige" the Oracle begged "this cannot be!"

"This is merely a charade" the Source returned flaring his wings before transforming his appearance to match that of Prue's angelic love.

"Where is the witch?"

"Indisposed in my bed chamber" The Source grinned watching his trusted servant pale.

"Fear not my Geisha" The Source stretched out his hand causing a talon to rise of out his mortal looking fingers, "The witch will suffer much more if she believes she has betrayed her true love allegiance"

The Oracle closed her eyes, sensing a flash of the future. A pregnant Prue Halliwell was laying on the ground in room lit by torches. Her arms shackled to the dirt by large chains. Members of the Brotherhood of the Thorn stood nearby chanting eargerly awaiting the arrival of a new heir".

"You hope to impregnate the witch"

"I hope to finally destroy the Charmed Ones and their Angelic Afterlife once and for all" With that the Source walked off into a white light paving the way to his private chamber.

"Do you remember how the first See'r failed miserably when she tricked Belthazor into planting your seed into the all seeing witch!" The Oracle shouted reliving the vision of a pregnant Phoebe Turner. "The Charmed Ones will never let the child live!"

"They won't have too" the Source laughed mockingly as the Oracle once again closed her lids. Through closed eyes she saw the Source and Prue Halliwell rolling around in red satin sheets.

"Andy" Prue moaned accepting the Source's hot and heated kisses as their bodies pressed together. For all practical purposes she seemed to be in heaven as her back arched, nails digging into the flesh of his winged back. She was like Eve taking pleasure with her poisoned apple He was David conquering his Goliath; A match truly made in hell.

"I finally have you, my witch," The Source growled with pleasure, not taking notice of the invisible orbs forming around him. An Angel of Destiny appeared. In her hands she held a large white glowing ball. Inside a captive waited with a trigger finger itching to be free..

"Now" The angel called allowing the captive to be freed as the ball took form of a human shape.

The Angelic Tracer appeared with crossbow readied.

"You" the Source breathed showing his true form as Andy fired a flaming arrow into the demons chest, vanquishing him to hell.

Awakening with a start, the Oracle let out a yelp, her heart pounding in her chest. The vision seemed so real, yet so unbelievable. The Source was to be vanquished by the Angelic Tracer? "That cannot be" she dared to whispered before casually looking over her shoulder. Behind her Alyeia was standing in a large bird-cage, gripping the bars with her tiny hands.

"I will not allow that to happen!" the Oracle promised darkly intent on blocking the Angels arrival.

"You cannot stop it" Ayleia told her telepathically.