Once again she seeked his guidance and help. She knew that Avellino was near and that in turn meant so was he. But before she could face either one of them she needed her witch back. And for that, she needed Amesist's help.

She watched as he came from behind his black curtain. Was he hiding something or did she wake him?

"Amesist. I need you help. I must find the witch. It is the only way for me to defeat him."
"Maybe you are not meant to defeat him. He is the rightful heir."
"His father betrayed us all and his mother is a Charmed One. How is that meant to lead us?"
"His power is great. Not even the power of three will be able to stop him."

She listened, but wasn't sure to believe him or not. "The power of three will not stop him?"
"No. The demonic side in him is very strong. Stronger then even his father. I attribute that to the potion the Seer gave his mother during her pregnancy with him."

She had one Charmed One in her grasp and she had promised many a demon leader another. But that was the one that most of them wanted. The soul of the Sources queen. The one that betrayed and killed him in the end.

"Amesist give her to me. And I will let you live."

He met her gaze not wanting yet to reveal what he held in his own back room behind the curtain.

"I know they are here Amesist I can sense her. Her power is strong. Even though she is near death."
"No. He will come for her."
"And that I am counting on." Her voice was strong as she motioned to someone behind her, as the flames consumed him his voice rang out reaching to those he was hiding away. Hoping to warn them enough for their own freedom.

Fast and furious bodies moved through the caverns. Some not pleased at the death of Amesist but knowing it was for the best, they would have their own revenge.

She knelt down at the body on the ground brushing back the hair on its face as it struggled to breath.

"He made you whole again but now I let you live. Tell him I have her and she will be auctioned to the highest bidder. And may the most powerful demon win."

She watched helplessly as they disappeared with her injured sister leaving her there to deliver any message to him. She wasn't even sure when and if she blacked out before she felt his presence. He was there lifting her to his arms.

"Soul Collector."
"I know she has taken her hasn't she?"
"Bid..you can't .. go." Her voice was weak as she looked up at him.

He held her face to his hand. "She is still my mother. I will get her back."

His anger boiled inside, as he wanted to tear everything apart around him. The Soul Collector would pay for this. He knew she would reach a high price in an auction. The price for a Charmed One was one thing but the life of the one that had betrayed them all was another. He knew some how he had to get her back. If only to exact his own revenge on the Mother that betrayed him.

His anger rose as he held her in his arms. Who did she think she was going against him? Going against his wishes?

"Avellino. Find her and get me my mother. If anyone is going to exact revenge on her being or her soul it will be ME." His voice was steady and calm as she looked down at Prue. He wasn't sure if he should be angry or not. She had tried to save the witch that much he did now. But what he didn't know was why? To save her from him or to heal her so he could only hurt her again. Answers he would have to wait for either way.
"She is in the great hall." Avellino's words were true and loyal. He had sensed her long before he had asked him to locate her.

He looked up quickly taking in what his servant had said. She would not get away with her treason.

"Find what you need to heal her. Follow me when you are done." He placed his hand momentarily on Prues shoulder before getting up and making his way with confidence towards the great hall.

"Is it really one of them?"
"Yes. But first we need to get her soul."
"Why not just bid her of as she is?"
"Because it is her soul that I want."

She cast her eyes over the injured witch. She knew that it was in a vision she was hurt and she needed to once again set her off, enough to kill her.

"It was tried before. Biding off the soul and body of a Charmed One."
"I will not fail as he did."

"Are you so certain of that Soul Collector?" his voice almost bounced off the cavern walls. "You're duty is to me. To 'COLLECT' the souls for ME. NOT for your own personal pleasure and riches."

She turned and challenged his gaze. He was young and had not yet proven he was the rightful heir to the throne of the Source. Though she did notice many around her believed he had.

"You have no right over me."
"Don't I?" he moved slowly towards her taking in the sight of his mother on the floor, "You know who she is and you know who I am. Tell me again that I am not the rightful heir to the throne."

He moved closer to her wanting to take in her features. "You loved my Father. Until your sisters meddled in what was not their concern." He scrunched down to the floor brushing back the hair from her face. "We could have had it all, but you had to give in to the goodness inside you. To listen to them."
"Sire?"

He held up his hand stopping any more words from being spoken. He had not yet been sworn in as the Source, but he knew it was for him to take.

"Send forth a healer and heal her. I want her at my coronation, as she was my Father's. And then I will deal with her." he stood up as he let a demon lift her from the ground she was one.

He turned instinctively towards the Collector. "When you collect souls you WILL bring them to me before you rid yourself of the ones you do not want." He held her gaze, "Or the ones you wish to keep." he added on before turning and walking out of the great hall. "Prepare the hall for the Coronation." Was the last he spoke before disappearing down the hall after where the demon had taken her.

She moved with caution around the small room. She knew what was at stake but continued her work anyway. She had already healed the soul of the one who bore him and now she was working on his rightful family. She wasn't even sure what she should do. Save her and let them all still be with the fear of the witches or let her die 'accidentally' and let them all be free of the power of three. Hard choices, but she knew if she let her die, her own death would soon follow. This in mind she placed the potion over the body letting it drip slowly into the infected area.

"How is she?"

She cast a quick glance up meeting the ice blue eyes of her. "She is weak but I think she will pull through."
"In time for the Coronation?"
"Yes." Her answer was short and blunt. She did not trust the one before her. Something in her she sensed was not true.

He paced with fury waiting for his time. Demons and leaders had been summoned. This was a proud and powerful day for them all. A new Source to lead them into a new time. A Source that would stop at nothing to rid them all, of the power of the witches above.

"Sire are you ready?" Avellino took in the look of his new master. The new Source.

He looked up at meet the gaze of his servant, his friend. "As ever. Is she here?"
"We have her waiting outside the chamber for you to see."

He pulled the dark robe over his body feeling the power that went with it. Feeling the strength of his Father before him.

"Let us begin." he spoke taking the first steps to doing what his Father had failed in. Leading the underworld to domination of earth, and in that the death of the Charmed Ones.: Starting with his Mother.

As he walked down the torchlight passage he held her gaze. From the moment he saw her he kept her gaze in his eyes. Each one fighting for dominance, but in the end he knew he would win.

"Mother. I have waited a long time for this."
"You may have been made with my love for your Father, but you are not my son." Phoebe glraed at him

He felt the rage inside him, wanting to strike out at her, but he held back.

"No I am not. You betrayed him at the penthouse and then you killed him."
"I betrayed no one. He was the one that betrayed me. Taking me from my, our, true heritage."
"You KILLED HIM!" his hand shot out striking her down.

She could taste the metallic of her own blood in her mouth. "I loved him."

He bent down and pulled her up by her chin, "Loved him? You fought along side of your sisters and vanquished him. And then in the wastelands."
"He should have stayed out of my life! It was OVER. He kept coming back. My love for him was no longer there!"
"It was. You just suppressed it. Even now you still love him. Deep inside you realize what you did. You could have had it ALL. Power."
"I didn't want the power, I only wanted what we had before." she felt the hot tears running down her face. Reliving the pain and memories of her one love. Jason was her New World, but she would never truly extinguish the flame she held once for him.

He looked at her seeing what she felt as her heart broke again deep inside. She was over him, he had hurt her and her sisters in the end more then she could imagine.

"I will take his place and you will stand by an watch my coronation. Then I will decide what I will do with you. I had only hoped that we could have seen each other, but I see that now it is to late for that. You killed my Father. You threw the potion, and for that I must have my own revenge, but know this Mother, you will spend an eternity in hell for your betrayal." His words were sure and held confidence.

Phoebe felt the binds around her wrists tighten as she was pushed towards the altar she had once herself walked towards. She knew what it was and she knew she had to do something, though at that point she knew it was lost. He would be Coronated and his powers would grow and she and her sisters would have a new Source to deal with.

Sisters. Her mind drifted back to what she thought she had heard. Prue. She had never really left her. She was always there for her. Even when it was the darkest. Now she knew her sister would not be able to save her or Piper and Paige. This was something she had to figure out on her own.

She felt the power in the room shift. He was receiving his powers. She knew if he did, her sisters and her would be vulnerable. For if he was to receive the full power of the Source he would be unstoppable.