Father and Source
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Demons surrounded a small boy. The ten year-old looked around calmly, his hazel eyes scanning each demon. Unlike the movies, when the 'bad' guys attack the 'good' guy they never wait their turn, but instead attack en masse. The boy waited for the tell tale flicker in the eyes of the demons that would let him know that the fighting would begin. And there it was, clearly marking the intention.
The boy spun around and sent a negative energy ball to one demon… two… three… spun and dove while firing off a fourth negative energy ball and dispatching his fourth demon. He used the fifth demon as a shield and let another demon vanquish it. Sweat ran down the boy's face and his shook his dark head hoping to dispel it before it ran into his eyes and blinded him. Exertion shone plain in the grimace of determination as he faced the remaining horde. He ran at his sixth demon and was met by a powerful blow from a demon he hadn't seen coming. The demon backhanded the slight but powerful boy, who flew through the air for a moment and landed on the ground…hard. Angered and in pain the boy rose to the balls of his feet and his hands, making as small a target of himself as he could, he growled like a wounded lion, his demeanor as feral as his stance. Seconds later his hazel eyes became pitch black and demon after demon was incinerated at a glance. Finally it was down to the boy and one remaining demon.
The demon dropped to his knees in submission, "Please, spare me!" He pleaded for his life.
He looked at the demon in consternation, unsure of what to do. The boy's father stepped into view.
"Phobos, you never grant mercy!" He yelled at his son and then turned to the demon, "Dying to serve your master is the highest honor! You would plead?" He sneered as he threw his own energy ball dispatching this last faithful subject.
"Sorry, Father," the boy hung his head in shame, knowing that he had, again, disappointed his father.
Cole bent on own knee, bringing him face to face with his son. His blue eyes met and held the gaze of his child. "Phobos," he said tiredly, "You hold the power of the Source. You are a child. The demons will never follow a child, especially one who is indecisive or shows mercy. To rule, you must be uncompromising. Never let the other's see a weakness." He counseled his child. Returning to his demonic ways had not been easy for Cole. Yet, in the beginning Phobos had given him no choice. The power of the Source within Phobos had destroyed his mother, Phoebe. Phobos needed to learn to control the Source within, channel the power when needed. The only place where his son could do that was in the Underworld where he was to reign supreme.
In the beginning, the demons refused to follow the infant. Fearing for the life of the vessel that contained the power, the Source had aged the child rapidly. The boy seemed ten though he was barely a year old. He held the knowledge and the power of the Source, but lately seemed to be overriding the evil influence more and more. The Source knew that using Cole's love for Phoebe to procure this extremely magical child for his next vessel gave him the utmost power. His vessel was the child of a Charmed One and the essence of the Source, Cole was incidental, only a pawn used in the Source's plan. Yet the child seemed to have a vexing amount of his mother in him too.
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A/N My story is usually all about Pru but as Phobos was a character from this same reality I had to let you all know where he fit in and why he's important in the Next Generation series. His childhood fit better in this story than the other.
