Chapter Three | Answers

The morning brought calmer thoughts and renewed energy. They lay intertwined, not wanting to move and face the day. They knew that their peaceful minutes would eventually run out, but until that time, they were content just laying and acting as if the world they knew were imploding.

"They're going to vanquish me."

Wyatt sighed, "They're not going to vanquish you."

"Well, they're at least going to make sure I don't taint their precious blessed one," Chris snorted, "Because you weren't tainted before I got to you."

"Hey! I was a perfect angel!" Wyatt said, gently tugging at the mop of brown hair that was resting his chest before resuming his soothing petting.

"Perfect angel, those things you were whispering in my ear were far from angelic." Chris replied before twisting to glance upward at Wyatt, "So, Alexandra Di Rege, huh?"

Wyatt sighed, "Don't remind me."

"She's beautiful, you have to admit."

"She is. Graceful and nice too. Personality, looks, intelligence any man would love to have her."

"Hmm."

Wyatt looked down at Chris, "What?"

"Nothing. Can't help but wonder what was going through the Coven Leaders' minds."

"Probably future Halliwell and Di Rege children." Wyatt huffed, "It never would've happened."

"Never say never, Wy.' Chris sighed, "Arranged marriages aren't unheard of."

"If they forced me, I would walk away." Wyatt spat, "My family hasn't done an arranged marriage in centuries, if they force it upon me because of you…"

"Hush," Chris turned and lightly kissed the skin beneath him, "Don't anger your family more than they already are."

"So quick to calm me, are you sure you're a demon?" Wyatt sighed, "What are we going to do?"

"Take it one step at a time like we've always done." Chris frowned, "Hopefully, your parents won't vanquish me on sight, and if we're lucky, we'll live through this inevitable war."

"You never told me about your mother before."

"The past is the past."

"Babe, please."

Wyatt watched as Chris sat up, his hand pushing through his disheveled hair. Wyatt licked his lips before following suit, gently wrapping his arms around Chris's waist and resting his chin on his lover's shoulder. "She died so horribly," Chris whispered, "Tortured. Mutilated. That was the day that I understood how evil demons could be."

"What happened afterwards?"

"What I told your mother." Chris answered, "My father took me to the Underworld and proclaimed me Prince; but, he knew that just ripping me away from the mortal world would cause unneeded questions to arise, so, he transferred mortal custody to my Aunt."

"The woman with the red hair?"

Chris nodded, "A demon with powerful projection and glamoring. She could pass as a human when need be. Tough, abusive bitch that bowed to every whim that my father ordered. Starve Chris for three days? Sure. Beat him daily? Sure. Whatever he wanted, he got."

Wyatt tightened his hold, "I would say that I'm sorry you went through that; but, I don't want to get smack."

Wyatt felt Chris's laughter rather than hearing it, he quickly sobered, "My mother, she was a saint. She...was wonderful to me even though she didn't truly want me. Even though I was a child that was forced upon her, she loved me. Cared for me. She was perfect mother. But she was afraid, so afraid."

"Chris-"

"Not of me, no, never," Chris's head bowed, "For my future. She was always worried that the Wiccan world would find out about my demonic heritage. Lower demon and witch hybrids were few and far between; but they happened, and they were viewed with shadowed gazes, she could only imagine on how the Wiccan child that carried the Source's blood within him would be viewed."

"With the kindness he deserves." Wyatt stated, "You never done anything evil or anything that could be classified as bad."

"I ruled the Underworld for two months, Wy."

"Two months." Wyatt repeated, "Two measly little months, and did what? Hold the Underworld together so they wouldn't attack us?"

"The others won't view it like that."

"I know." Wyatt let out a sharp exhale, "God, I know. And I don't know how long its going to take, days, months, years, one day, you'll stand beside me and they won't see the demon. They're see the powerful witch who has had to make too many sacrifices for the Greater Good."

Wyatt forced a smile onto his face as Chris turned in his hold. "You say the sappiest things sometimes."

Wyatt chuckled, "Thanks, hun, I'm trying to be helpful and supportive and you just shoot me down."

The grin that blossomed on Chris's face was all the reward that Wyatt needed.

But the following words didn't hurt either.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

The room fell to a quick hush. Eyes turned toward them and it took every ounce of Wyatt's willpower not to glare or scrowl. He refused to give them the satisfaction. He merely settled his hand on the back of his lover's back and silently urged him to do the same. They slowly sat down, Wyatt's gaze shifting from each person as they did. More high-ranking Wiccans have joined them in Italy it seemed. A few others from Northern Europe - Great Britain, Germany, France - and a few from Asia. One even made the trip from Australia and another pair from South America.

Everyone came out to see the demonic boyfriend of the Twice-Blessed Witch. Wyatt couldn't help but frown at the thought.

He could see Chris fidget in his seat, the attention obviously getting to him.

"Morning." Wyatt said, calmly, "No breakfast before interrogation?"

His mother frowned, "We thought it would be best to...deal with this before anything else today."

"And what, pray tell, needs to be deal with?"

"You know what, Wyatt." Leo replied, "Why didn't you tell us about Chris?"

"I didn't think it was important."

"Didn't think it was important?!" Anton hissed, slamming his hand down onto the table with a sharp crack, "You have been intimate with a demon, and the Source of all Evil to boot!"

"Chris isn't evil!" Wyatt spat, "How many times do I have to say that?"

"He's a demon." Maria Di Rege whispered.

"I'm also a witch," Chris softly responded, "My mother was part of the O'Brien Coven in New York before she moved to San Francisco three months prior to...conceiving me. She hadn't had a chance to join a new coven before she found out she was pregnant with me."

"Why didn't she join one afterwards?" Phoebe asked.

"Her baby was the offspring of a demonic attack, while she didn't choose to conceive it, she wanted the child." Chris sighed, "She knew I wouldn't be accepted within the Wiccan circles so she simply chose to stay out of them."

"Nonetheless, the previous Source's blood runs through your veins," Anton stated, "And now you've taken his position."

"To save other witches." Chris growled, "Without a leader, demons go crazy and begin to attack topside. If i didn't take the stupid mantel, you all would be too busy dealing with demons rather than throwing these idiotic parties in an attempt to throw your children together."

"You will watch your mouth in this house, devil."

"And you will watch your own," Wyatt's eyes narrowed, "To not refer to him as a devil when he is the nothing like one. He had no choice on whom his father would be. He was born and I fail to see how we can punish him for being."

"Your father was the Source." Maria said softly, "That is the most potent and powerful of the demonic bloodlines. What was your mother's surname?"

"My own. Perry. My father obviously didn't have one, nor would I want to associate more with him than I'm already forced to do."

"And her first name?"

"Nicole. Nicole Perry. Second child, only daughter, to Edward and Michelle Perry."

'The Perry family," Leo started, "Powerful elemental focused witches who usually stayed in the Northeast portion of the United States."

Chris nodded, "My mother's power was hydrokinesis. Grandfather's was aerokinesis and Grandmother was terrakinesis."

"Marcus Perry, your mother's older brother, was a powerful Firestarter before he sadly met his demise."

Chris shrugged, "Never met any of my extended family. They were dead after my mother was murdered, that's all I know."

"What forced your hand?" Piper asked, "What made you run back to us when you were so keen to leave my son months ago?"

"I never wanted to leave your son, Mrs. Halliwell." Chris let out a long breath, "But, I also knew that if I didn't leave that I would be putting the whole Wiccan community as risk and, I couldn't do that, I couldn't be that selfish even though I know I was hurting Wyatt in the process, I couldn't risk a whole community for the sake of our love lives. The demons were never too happy with my father choosing me as their heir, even if I was his only choice. Their views on hybrids match yours. We're disgusting and shouldn't be born and we shouldn't be leading the whole Underworld. I held them back for three months. After that, they weaseled in an attempted to kill me via torture. Obviously, I got away. Wyatt was the only thing I could turn to. I had no one else."

"I understood his reasoning, Mom." Wyatt gently wove his fingers with Chris's, "It hurt; but, everything for the Greater Good, isn't that right?"

"There's nothing good about this union." Anton proclaimed.

"I see nothing bad about it," Wyatt rebutted.

"That's because you're affected by him!" Anton shouted, "He probably has you under a spell or potion!"

Wyatt gripped Chris's hand, feeling the tension quickly entering his boyfriend's body. "Trust me when I say that he doesn't have me under anything. I'm pretty sure if he wanted me dead he would've done it long ago. One doesn't stay in a relationship for three years to only have an evil agenda."

"He's right. Us demons have a horrible attentions span." Chris added.

"Although, that thing you do with your tongue…"

"What about that thing with your mouth?" Chris smirked.

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell! Curb your tongue!" Piper demanded.

Wyatt chuckled before standing, Chris doing the same. "Since obviously we're no longer wanted here, I'm going to go pack. Mom, let me know if Chris and I need to get a hotel room for a while later tonight."

Chris's brows furrowed as he followed Wyatt out of the large dining room. Once in the safety of the foyer, Chris reached out and grabbed Wyatt's hand. "Wy, what are you doing?"

"If they can't accept you, then they can't accept me."

"Wyatt, those are the fucking leaders of the Wiccan Community. You can turn your back on them!"

Wyatt turned, his face stoic as he gently cupped Chris's, "I can and I will if they continue to treat you like dirt. If they want me to be their so call messiah, then they need to learn that you are apart of that. If they can't accept that, then they don't get their fantasized Albion or whatever they want to call it these days."

"You can't throw your life away for me."

Wyatt chuckled, "Why not? You did it for me."

"Wy."

"Kit, you know how I feel. Hell, you can probably feel it; but, God…"

"Use big boy words now." Chris took a step forward, "I refuse to let you ruin your life for me, Wyatt. Your family is everything."

"And you're apart of that now." Wyatt whispered, "Remember that."

Leaning forward, Chris placed his forehead against Wyatt's chest. Faintly, he could hear the steady thump of his lover's heartbeat. "What do we do now?"

"Wait for the blowout." Wyatt exhaled slowly, "The demons will attack soon, all trying to prove they're the most powerful to take the helm. All we have to do is survive."

'You make it sound so easy."

"As long as you're with me, it will be."

"There you go again with that sappy stuff."

"What can I say? You make the romantic in me come out."

Chris leaned back, a smile on his face, "My life would've been so much easier if I never fallen for you."

"Do you regret it?"

The smile on Chris's face was soft and fond. "Don't ask questions that you already know the answer to."

And with a sealing of lips, the fight of their lives begun.