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AN: A review would be nice! I know the writing's choppy, but it gets better. I wrote the beginning chapters a few months ago, but the new chapters will be better.

Chapter 6: Confessions

Cole and Phoebe looked at each other in shock. "Did…did he just say we're his parents?" Phoebe got out, raising an eyebrow.

"That's not possible. He's either lying, or confused." Cole said trying to get a grip on what just happened. Even though he didn't think it was true, for some reason he had a nagging feeling in his gut. It was as if his soul knew the truth, but not his mind.

"No, he isn't." A male voice from the side stated, as Wyatt made his presence known. He had taken a back row seat for a bit to let them get over their initial shock, but he had to tell them the truth.

Looking up, Cole met the serious eyes of Wyatt. "What do you mean?" He asked, hoping he misheard the man.

"He truly is your son, that's what I mean. Just think about it. Put all the pieces together." Wyatt told them, hoping to guide them to the proper conclusion.

"The flame throwing, and that blue beam thing, are the powers the Source's child had. But he can't be him." Phoebe pondered out loud.

"And why can't he be?" Wyatt rebuked, cocking an eyebrow as he stared his aunt down.

Phoebe's demeanor turned aggressive. "I think I would know if I gave birth, Wyatt." She spat, feeling the pain of losing her baby rise up within herself. She still grieved for the lose of that child, the pain of not knowing him or her, and not seeing what they would become. This talk, this absurdity, was making her remember that turmoil and then some.

"Unless some magical being decided to take him out of your womb, steal his power, then lock him inside a caged tomb." Wyatt stated knowingly.

Phoebe's head jolted to where Wyatt was standing. His eyes had truth in them, but yet she still didn't believe him; she couldn't believe him. What he was saying was absolutely preposterous. But why would her nephew lie to her about something as serious as this? "Wyatt…what you're saying, it's just not possible." Phoebe whispered.

Wyatt shook his head, frowning at his aunt. "Aunt Phoebe, I'm telling you; it's not only possible, but it's the truth."

Cole finally spoke up, after taking a few minutes to wrap his mind around the situation. "Wyatt, that demon, the Source, is my son? The son Phoebe and I never had?"

Wyatt smiled grimly. "Yes, he is."

Cole got up from the couch and began to pace. When he finally came to grips, he asked the one question that was on his mind. "How?" After all, last he had heard that baby died when the Seer stole him from Phoebe.

"Well, I don't know all there is, but when the Seer stole him from you, Phoebe, he was ready to be born. She hadn't expected that. She had planned on solidifying her spot as the Source while he was in her womb, then she'd pretend to give birth and kill him. She acted fast, stole his powers, and placed him in a tomb to await his death. Of course, his power was too much for her body to take, and it destroyed her, as well as the Council. The powers, looking for a place to go, sought him out. His powers are what kept him alive all this time."

Phoebe was still skeptical, but a glimmer of hope rose up in her belly. "Are you sure, Wyatt?"

"Yes, I am. He is my best friend after all." Seeing Phoebe's face Wyatt decided to try and ease her pain. "Aunt Phoebe, the Seer lied to you. She told you that he was, in fact, not your son. It is not your fault. You didn't know of his existence."

This seemed to make it worse as Phoebe broke out in tears. Hearing her sister cry, Piper rushed into the room ready to console her for whatever it should be. Sitting down next to her, she began to rub the witches back, waiting for whatever information Phoebe could give. Noticing the look on Cole's face, she realized that something dramatic must have gone down. "What is it, sweetie?" Piper consoled.

Wiping the tears out of her eyes, a red-eyed Phoebe stared her sister straight in the eyes. "He's my son, Piper."

Confusion met Phoebe's statement. "Who is?"

"The Source!" Phoebe yelled, releasing another set of tears.

"The Source is your son?" She questioned, to which Phoebe only nodded in response. "Impossible Phoebe, don't be ridiculous." Piper said, trying to laugh it off.

Wyatt stepped in at this point, knowing his mother's constant denial would only make Phoebe angry and sad. "No, mom. It's not ridiculous, nor impossible."

Piper looked at her son in pure confusion. "What are you talking about?" She had no idea what they were on about.

"The Source," Cole began still staring at the floor. "Is mine and Phoebe's son. The son we were supposed to have all the while ago."

By this time, both Paige and Leo had entered the room, each listening intensely with both ears to the on-going conversation. Upon Cole making this proclamation, both released a gasp of shock. Their minds tried to comprehend what Cole was saying, but all they could come up with is that it was one big joke. "But that's not possible. Your son was never born." Paige condescended.

"Well apparently he was, Paige." Phoebe hissed. Just as Wyatt predicated, Phoebe started to become angry at their constant denial.

"I know this is all hard to take in, but it's the truth. Forces were at work that prevented you from knowing him…prevented you from letting you give birth to him. But that doesn't mean all is lost." Wyatt stated, hoping to end the questioning circle that was forming.

Xaphan waited impatiently as Vassago collected Melchom. His whole plan was turned upside down when the Source confronted him about his ancestry. If he knew he was attacking his parents, his soul wouldn't let him do what he was destined to. His disgusting human soul wouldn't allow him to defeat good, and rule the world. Two shimmers of demons threw the wise demon from his thoughts. "What took you so long, Vassago?" Xaphan scolded.

Vassago snarled at the other demon, not allowing an equal talk down to him. "Don't worry about me, Xaphan, perhaps we could discuss our problem?"

Xaphan scowled at Vassago but chose to move on. "Yes, our problem."

"What is the big deal? The Source is evil through and through. He hasn't shown any caring for others. Why would he start now?" Melchom asked the other two, not seeing the big deal. In his opinion, which was rarely ever taken account of, they were way too worried about a little problem such as this. Drama queens, he thought with a smirk.

"Oh, but he has my friend. He has been spending quite some time with Selia, the Oracle. I feel great feelings coming from him when he's with her." Xaphan told.

"Maybe it would be wise for us to wait and watch what transpires. If we should act now, and he finds out about it, he'll likely vanquish us. But if we wait till he makes his move then we ourselves will make our move." Vassago said wisely.

Melchom concurred, knowing that this would all blow over. "That would be the smartest plan."

"Yes, I agree as well. We should get back before we are caught." Xaphan muttered before shimmering out. With a nod to each other, the other two demons shimmered out, as well.

Cole followed Leo into the kitchen without the Elder noticing. Just as Leo was about to open up the refrigerator, the ex-demon grabbed his shoulder. The elder turned around with a start, ready to attack any demon that was a threat. "Cole, wow, don't scare me like that." Leo said while putting his hand over his heart. Even if he was dead and couldn't actually die of a heart attack, he still felt the pain of it.

"Sorry Leo, but I need a favor." Cole murmured almost inaudible. Curious Leo asked about it. "I need you to orb me down to the Underworld. I want to see my son."

Leo looked at Cole with a sense of indecision. "I don't know, Cole. I mean he is the Source of All Evil. I know he's your son, but he might kill us on the spot."

Cole shook his head. "I know that Leo, but it's the chance I'm willing to take. I came to you as a father. I think you understand. You, yourself, would ask the same thing if you were in my position, would you not?"

Leo, in truth, completely understood. If Wyatt were ever in the position Cole's son was in, he would do anything to save him. "Any sign of danger we orb back up, ok?"

Cole smiled, grabbed onto Leo's arm, and with a swirl of blue lights they went down to the home of the demons. They arrived in an alcove that was lit with torches. The light from the flames danced around, creating shadows on the wall. "I brought us to where the last Source was holding Piper. Do you think we're close?" Leo asked the ex-leader of the demons.

Looking around, Cole nodded. "I would assume so. This is the Source's lair. Any, and all Sources resided around this area. The land is forbidden to any who aren't invited, I never used it though."

Walking with their backs against the wall, Cole peaked out into the hallway into another room. With a nod to Leo, the ex-demon scurried into the throne room. Seeing a shadow of a form sitting on the throne, they expected to see the Source. Instead they found a very beautiful woman, whom was scantly dressed in gold silk. "Well, hello there gentlemen." The woman said with a warm smile.

"Who are you?" Cole asked, knowing she was an Oracle.

"I am Selia, your son's Oracle. As well as his friend." She added the last part with a slight frown.

Cole brushed her answer off, not really caring about what she had to say. "Where is he?" He questioned, desperately.

Selia conjured her crystal ball. It's gray smoke swirled until it turned into a red color. A few moments passed before the smoke turned back to gray. "Give him space, Cole. He'll come to you. I have seen it. But for where he is, he is in a time loop. Watching as time replays over and over."

"Time Loops?" Leo asked from the side, wondering what time loops had to do with anything.

The Oracle nodded. "Yes, oh wise one. The Source loves time loops. He goes into them, and tries to end it. I would say, other than the master of time, Tempus, he knows more about Time Loops than any other. He's researched hundreds of them. In fact, just the other day he took me to a Time Loop where the moon was at it's biggest in the sky. It was quite the romantic trip. " She finished with a blush.

"When will he come to me?" Cole asked, his tone getting more desperate with every breath.

Selia gave him a small smile. "Soon, do not worry. I have seen it myself, but you must leave now. The Triad is on their way here. The Elder won't be able to protect us both."

"Thank you." Cole said to the Oracle. Selia simply smiled in response, and watched as Leo orbed them both back up to Earth.

Xaphan paced threateningly around the throne in which Selia sat in. The Oracle could almost feel his anger as it poured out from the demon in waves. As she stared into the glass sphere, her crystal ball swirled with a royal blue smoke. "Tell me Oracle. What do you see in the future?" Xaphan snarled.

"I see." Selia began, hoping to buy sometime. "I see evils domination over good. I see good's defeat at our hands."

Vassago conjured a fireball in his hand; a scare tactic the Source had been nice enough to teach him. "The smoke is blue Oracle." He scoffed, moving his arm back, as if he were about to throw the ball. "Only red smoke shows the future, blue smoke shows the past, gray smoke shows the present. You lie, Oracle."

Selia, although nervous on the inside, didn't let it show. In truth, she never had a vision about what was happening right now. For the first time in her life, she felt like her name implied: blind. "I swear, my lord, I am different." She begged. "Why do you think my visions are more precise, and powerful than any other?"

"What is going on here?" The Source yelled in an angry tone, making Vassago nervously drop the fireball that was in his hand.

Xaphan swung around, eyes wide with fear. "My lord, we were just discussing the loyalty this Oracle has to the Underworld."

The Source walked around the Triad, taking a spot in front of Selia. "Selia's loyalty should go unquestioned. Was she not the one who found the book for us? Did she not locate the greatest power evil has ever known?"

Melchom bowed, hoping for forgiveness. He knew this was going over board, but would the other two listen to him? Definitely not! "Of course it was, my lord. Our mistake."

The Source looked down in disgust. "Leave us." The Triad, in response, bowed and shimmered out. Taking down his hood to show his blue features, the Source smiled at Selia. "What was that really about?"

The Oracle got up from his throne and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "They plan on turning against you. They must have sensed a…change in you." She replied happily.

"A change?" The Source said, cocking an eyebrow in slight confusion.

"Yes, your soul has re awakened." Selia smirked. "You wish to go to your parents."

Gulping, the Source responded. "I know." He sighed, sadness lacing his features. "I wish to see what my childhood would have been like."

"Then why don't you?" Selia said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. To an outsider, the Source of All Evil showing his soft side might be strange, but Selia knew the true man underneath the hood. She knew him better than anyone else in this world.

"I am the Source of All Evil, I doubt they would want to see me." The Source shook his head, as he paced around the throne room. "It's too late for my human side to know the joys of life."

Selia's heart broke at the tone of his voice. "You know, my lord, your adulthood that you have now is the cause of a spell. Your infancy could be restored back with a spell."

"What do you mean?" The Source replied, turning his attention to the beautiful woman.

"I mean go to them. Have them create a spell to bring you back to the age you right fully are. Have your parents raise you. Be happy, and live." Selia whispered, looking down at the cold floor.

Shock laced the Source's face, as he responded to what she said. "But…but what about you?"

"I know this is a cliché but, as long as you're happy, I'm happy." She replied with tearful eyes. She had seen this in her vision, but she never imagined what she had to do would be this hard.

"I don't know, Selia." The Source muttered, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

Selia reached out and ran her hand down his face. Lifting up his chin she looked him directly in the eyes. "Go to them." She ordered. The Oracle gave a small smile when the demon teleported out of the throne room in a flash of flames.

"Tell me Seer, where is it?" Melchom barked, looking over the shoulder of the brown haired demon. Immediately after being told to leave by the Source, the three had shimmered out to the new Seer's lair. His disrespect would cost the Source his own life, and the life of Selia, as well. The only problem was they lacked the power to vanquish him, that's why they needed the Seer to show them how they could.

The woman stood above a pool of silvery liquid, her hand swished above it, as she spoke in a hushed voice. "The Valley of Gehenna. But there is another whom you would be interested in. With out him, you all shall fail." The Seer said in a monotonous voice. She didn't really care about what they wanted, she just wanted to get paid and get them out of there.

Xaphan approached the fortuneteller. "Who is it you speak of?" He asked, running a hand over his chin.

The Seer looked up at the demon, hoping to answer his question. "His name is Bacarra, he is the most powerful warlock in existence. His power equals all of your's combined."

Vassago snarled in disbelief. "No warlock is that powerful." He said, showing his belief of demons being racially better than warlocks.

Smirking, the Seer replied. "Maybe not before, but you will need Bacarra's power."

Xaphan sighed, not liking the idea of having to form a partnership with another warlock. One, in his opinion, was good enough. "Where can we find him?"

Looking down in the pool, the Seer needed only one word to answer. "Sheol."

Phoebe watched as her lover paced nervously around the living room. He had been like this for days now, ever since Leo had taken him down into the Underworld to find their child. Oh how she cried herself to sleep at night when the thought of her son popped into her mind. The thought of her son—their son—prancing around the Underworld as the Source of All Evil revolted her to no end; the only thing that kept her alive from the heartbreak was the hope of him converting back to good, like Wyatt had told her he could. "Cole, she said he would come." Phoebe whispered, trying to calm the man down.

Cole looked down at the witch, sighing. "Yes, but that was three days ago. Perhaps something happened to him?"

Phoebe smiled at the man. The care he showed for his son without even meeting him was really touching. "Cole, you saw how powerful he was. It took Wyatt, and Leo just to fend him off. Albeit, Wyatt wasn't trying to vanquish him."

"I know he can take care of himself, but still." Cole shrugged, dropping down into his seat.

"But what?" The witch questioned.

Cole turned his head, looking at Phoebe. "I should have been there for him." He scowled, berating himself for leaving his son. "He shouldn't be the Source. I should have fought for him, like my father fought for me. He should be good. Good like you; good like my father."

Phoebe reached over and patted his knee, hoping to comfort him. "Cole, you saw his face when we found out we were his parents. If he wanted to, he could have killed us. But he didn't; that in and of itself obviously means there's good in him. We'll fight for his humanity to come out. We'll fight to have him to live a good life. I'll fight just like I should have fought for you."

Cole shook his head as he thought about the worst. "But what happens if there is no good in him? If being the Source has…corrupted him?"

Phoebe bit her lip, her stomach churning at the thought. "There is, Cole. You were a demon for a hundred years before you met me. Was there not good in you? Even when you were possessed by the Source, you — he — never once hurt me. No matter what, that goodness always stayed with you. Our mutual goodness is somewhere within his heart."

The conversation was interrupted as the doorbell gave a ring, which was followed by Wyatt calling out that he would get it. Cole and Phoebe heard a few muffled voices, and then footsteps. A few seconds later Wyatt emerged from around the corner followed by a man no one had ever seen before. The face on the other hand was unmistakable; tall, elegant features, with dark hair, and crystalline blue eyes were how people would describe him. He wore a nice pair of black slacks with a red dress shirt. His clothes, his looks, as well as his mannerisms, screamed out his father. There was no mistaken it; this was the son of Cole and Phoebe. The Source gave a shy wave. "Hello."