Cole gasped in horror then stepped back, staring at the box responsible for his possession by the Source. "How did you get that?" he asked.
"Could you believe how long this had gone without being used?" The man responded. "It is a travesty that good and evil were able to keep it closed for so long. You wouldn't' believe the work Morpheus had to do to get the Source to finally cave. His ex seer was great help, capturing the Source's essence and placing it in you."
Cole was bitterly silent as the realization hit him.
"Not impressed? Asked the man, "the Thorn of the Hind is also in my possession," he said brandishing the legendary thorn Cole's demonic fraternity had been established to protect.
Cole frightfully looked over the leather armor protecting the man's hands, and then glanced at the hands of the rest of the patrons in the bar. They all bore replicas of the legendary scar, the mark rumored to have been left on the hand of Ares, the Olympian God of War during the Source's legendary battle for the thorn. The thorn was supposed to contain a drop of blood from the last of the Golden Hinds, a method that legend indicated was one of two ways of killing the old Olympian deities. The other method involved the bones of the Titans, which were possessed by the Elders.
Part of the old Source's securing of the underworld involved gaining the thorn during a legendary battle. Supposedly the Source was left unable to ever bare his face again, and the Olympian just large burn on the top of his hand.
It suddenly dawned on him why his powers were not working tonight as great as they were, they didn't add up to those as a god!
"I'm sure you know the circumstances behind the old Source's appearance," the man commented, as he removed his gloves, revealing his hand, which contained exact same scar as the rest of the bar patrons confirming Cole's worst fear.
He nodded, unsure of what to do and looked up towards the ceiling. While he had issues with the Elders, he desperately hoped they were watching right now, witnessing the events that were transpiring. They were the only hope, the Charmed Ones could barely handle the old Source. There was no way they would be able to take on a God!
He did the only thing he could, and shimmered out of the bar as quickly as possible.