Someone asked how far along Bianca's pregnancy is in this story. I'd say she's about 2 months along (so Chris left for the past two months ago, by the future's time).

Sorry this is short. But I restarted it so many times, that I'm happy it's getting out at all. I'll try never to have you guys wait that long again.

In the future Underworld

"My liege, are you listening to us?"

Ahwthork looked at his master with a slight bit of impatience, but quickly hid it behind a mask of obedience. He had lived when previous Sources had reigned – and they would have vanquished them on the spot for such a display of insolence.

Melody's reign had begun a new era. Demons, who had been forced into service, were freed, yet most stayed to fight Wyatt. They had begun to enjoy serving this Source.

"My liege?" he prompted, bringing the scroll he had been reading down to his torso. Melody was not paying attention.

"Did you see the way they looked at me?" she asked softly. She was slumped in her throne, staring off into space. Her black cloak hung on a hook protruding our from the stone walls, and her tight long-sleeved shirt and loosely fitting black jeans wrinkled with her poor posture.

Ahwthork sighed. This is why young Sources are never a good idea.

"My liege, please try to focus. We can deal with your estranged relatives later."

"Yes, of course, sorry."

Ahwthork pulled his notes up to his nose, and continued to read, but then decided to skip the formality and cut to the chase.

"Wyatt came here, looking for a new lead to get the Source's power. But with your premonition being unbelievably accurate, we had already planned an ambush and caught him."

"What happened to the potions that I made?" Mel asked, her mind now completely focused. The demons needed her, and she would be there for them.

"They were not used. He weighed the risks and decided that he was better off coming quietly, it seemed." Ahwthork raised his thick, black eyebrows slightly.

Melody sat quietly, and thought. The demon watched her, and tried to stop a smile from spreading across his face, as he wondered what was running through her mind.

"He's afraid of me."

"What?" Ahwthork cried, startled. "Why do you think that!"

She grinned impishly, and left his question unanswered.

"This is perfect. I've got him right where I want him," Melody said, and rubbed her hands together, embracing the typical cliché. Her eyebrow knitted tightly, and Ahwthork desperately wished he could read those thoughts shooting through her mind. She was a brilliant strategist; he almost feared the plan formulating in her brain.

"He doesn't even know you're the Source!" Ahwthork argued, as she leapt up from her chair, grabbed her cloak, and started to the door.

She whirled around and flashed him a killer smile.

"Trust me—I know what I'm doing."

In the Underworld Prison

The stench of demons filled his nostrils and he coughed. He had been working with demons for almost five years, but they way they bathed only once a year couldn't seem to grow on him.

One with red eyes, whose name he couldn't remember, smirked at him.

"What I do to you?" he shot sullenly through the cage to the caged demon.

The demon offered a toothy grin. "You killed me, you idiot."

"Don't you dare speak to me with such insolence!" Fire boiled throughout him, and he powered up blue lightning he had become so famous for.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you."

Wyatt whirled around at the familiar voice. His brain wouldn't register who it was, but his instinct told him it was bad news- very bad news.

He turned to face a brunette, with a billowing cloak, and a black shirt and pants. He gasped, and dozens of prisoners smirked at his shock.

"Melody?" he spat, venom in his voice. He tried to sound foreboding, but her power was practically radiating of off her. When had she become so strong?

She smiled, and he couldn't help but shiver. Her smile was cold, and so uncharacteristic of her, his little half-demon cousin.

"Hello, Wyatt. Enjoying your stay in my underworld?"