Unfortunate Souls

Ch 6: Shadow Mansion & Secrets

Piper and Leo looked around in where their son had orbed them. They were standing in what looked like a mansion. The floors were made of black marble with veins of gold. The roof seemed to be the roof of a cave. The walls were made of the same marble.

They slowly started to walk down the hallway. They finally found themselves standing in front of a large black and gold door after walking for what felt like walking for hours. Piper slowly pushed the heavy door open. The room had a single large table in the center. It was surrounded by people that were dressed in black clothes that had obviously seen better days. They were looking at a holographic projection of the White Palace that Piper and Leo had just been at.

The Leader was a man with dirty blonde hair that barely covered his ears. He was dressed nicer than the rest. He wore a black silk shirt with gold designs going down the sides. His pants were made of what looked like black leather. He looked up and looked at them with startled blue eyes. He turned to the rest of the rooms occupants and said "Okay that's enough for now leave me and our guests alone."

Some of the people walked out of the room past Piper and Leo while the rest blinked, orbed or flamed out. The leader turned to them and said "So what do I owe for the honor of my dead parents visiting me?"

Piper stared at her oldest son; she was shocked that her apparently good son was dressed in pure black while her evil son was garbed in white. Leo on the other hand didn't let it bother him and said "We're here because a demon called Aymes changed the past and changed everything."

"So you're saying that the worlds the way it is because some little demon decided to change something?" Wyatt asked as he sat down at one of the chairs. When Leo nodded Wyatt sighed and ran a hand through his hair and asked "What did he change?"

"Apparently he changed how you reacted to Chris's powers in our time you accepted his powers and here well you didn't." Piper said as she walked forward and joined Wyatt at the table.

"I always wondered why I felt so much fear over Chris's powers. It always made me feel like such a hypocrite. After all how could I fear Chris for having so much power when I'm just as strong as he is?" Wyatt said.

"So what do you guys need me for?" Wyatt asked after a pause.

"We need you to get us Aymes Book of Fate for we can create the potion needed to defeat him." Leo said as he also joined the rest of them at the table. Wyatt studied them for a few minutes before finally standing up. He waved his hand and a swirling red portal appeared in the air. He started to walk in it before asking "Are you coming?"

With those words he walked through the portal. Piper and Leo quickly joined him as the portal started to close.

Chris was sitting on his thrown staring into his mirror. He scowled with anger before looking over to his right and growling "This is your fault. Without your little interference I would have never agreed with Marks little deal."

To his right stood the Chris from Piper and Leo's reality giving his own glare right back to the evil Chris before saying "It's not my fault you're so weak willed that you can't stop me from taking over."

"He does have you there." A voice said from the evil Chris's left. The evil Chris turned to see an older version of him standing there with a smirk of amusement on his face.

"Like you have a right to talk you're as weak willed as I am at least he has been able to take over every once in a while." The evil Chris spat.

"Please you know as well as I do that the only reason he can take over is because he is the neutral version of us, so he can tap into evil and take over." The older version said.

The evil Chris decided to ignore this and get back to the point, "Why did you send them to Wyatt now they'll get their hands on that damn book of Fate and then they will be able to figure out where Aymes is."

"And that would be bad why?" the other version of Chris asked.

"Do you really want to go back to a family that hates you a family that tries constantly to bind your powers or even worse try to imprison you?" The evil Chris asked as he slumped against the back of his thrown.

"No, but at least I'd have Wyatt." The other Chris said as he hugged himself while looking down at the floor. The evil Chris got off his thrown and hugged the other Chris and said "I can't understand your obsession with that good doer."

"He loves me, keeps me safe. He's the only one who would be there for me no matter what." The other Chris said as he leaned into the evil versions shoulder. He looked up at the older version and said "Tell him."

The older version sighed and said "I'm all for saving Wyatt, god after all I went through to save him. But to tell you the truth I was never really into that incest thing you got going with him." The original Chris pouted as the evil Chris let out a roaring laugh.

"Sir all of your people are in position." A demon said walking into the room.

"What have I told you about interrupting me?" Chris asked with a smile that was more scary than pleasant.

"Interrupt what sir?" The demon asked. Chris looked around to see that the original and older Chris had disappeared. Chris turned back to the demon and said "Never mind. Go ahead and tell them to proceed with the plan."

Chris sat back onto his thrown with a heavy heart. Was he doing the right thing or was the other versions of him right. Was this reality a monstrosity that shouldn't exist? Was it as big a mistake as the older version of him reality was. Chris sat there for a few more moments contemplating this one 

moment of clarity. It had been a long time since his insanity and anger had receded enough for him to think clearly. Already he could feel insanity scratching at his delicate control.

Chris didn't know if he wanted everything to end, wanted things back to the way things were before reality changed. As sudden as normalcy had appeared insanity took over. Chris let out a laugh that would have sent waves of terror down the bones of anyone if there was anyone there to hear it. Chris sat back and picked up his mirror and looked into the glass, watching as Aymes beat futilely against his glassy prison.