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"Where are they?" One of the demons who stood guard in the Halliwell attic asked his fellow with his arms crossed across his body. His ugly face turned to look at the other and his eyes glowed red. "They should be back by now," he growled.
"They will be here. Patience."
"We've been waiting for hours!" snarled the first. "The Source was wrong to wait here. They might not be back here for days!"
The other demon whirled on the first, his hand rising warningly. "Do not let the Source hear you speak of him so! He will surely kill you."
"Ha!" The first demon laughed. "Anything would be better than standing around here, bored out of our wits while we wait for some pathetic witches to come."
"I can fix that," came a cold, cruel voice from behind them. The demons turned around to see, not the Source as they had expected, but Zoltof, burning an energy ball in his palm. The demons bowed quickly, both trying to avoid looking at Zotof's scarred and mutilated face, but apprehensive nonetheless. "You wanted to die?" The energy ball grew in size. "I can kill you right now. Or, would you rather wiat here like the Source instructed and kill the witches when they return?"
Neither demon spoke for several long seconds. Then, the furst mumbled, bowing, "We stay, Lord."
Zotof nodded approvingly. "Good." The energy ball vansihed and he watched the demons' faces. "Remain patient. I feel the witches will return shortly, and then you can take your anger out on them. Blood will be spilled. They will not escape us this time!"