"There's still one thing I don't understand." Octavia confessed, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as best as she could with one hand. Her right arm was still broken and the white plaster cast served as a reminder to the two lives she saved thanks to her vision. Octavia finished the sloppy ponytail as her and her sisters, along with their newfound guardian angel walked into the manor's living room.
"What's that?" Bellamy asked, eager to clear everything up for the sisters.
"I had a vision, of you killing our next door neighbor Finn." Octavia said, plopping down onto the couch, eyeing Bellamy, awaiting his answer.
The sound of Finn's name sent a chill down Bellamy's spine. The two were incredibly close and Bellamy would never do anything to hurt him. The whitelighter wasn't sure if he should disclose the information regarding the relationship the two men shared. Bellamy was one of the only people Finn trusted with his secret, and he knew Finn didn't want the sisters to know, not now anyways.
"I'm somewhat of a pacifist." Bellamy informed them, giving off a slight chuckle. "Killing people isn't really my ultimate goal here." Bellamy thought for a second, "Are you positive I was killing him?"
Octavia recalled the vision in her mind, the details becoming a little more clearer the second time around. The setting of the vision looked like it was in the living room of the manor, it was dark outside the windows. Bellamy's back was facing Octavia's view, but it was clear to tell he was frustrated, almost as if whatever he was doing wasn't work, he was bent over a nearly dead Finn, with his hands glowing. "Glowing hands..." Octavia muttered to herself. "You weren't killing him, you were healing him." Octavia's voice was distant, still thinking about the vision. This new information changed everything. Bellamy was no longer the threat, there was someone else out there aiming to hurt Finn.
Marcus Kane and his son Jasper stood in the crowd of fellow evil beings in the designated meeting hall in the underworld. The crowd was filled with a multitude of conversations, most of which's nature regarded the eager and anticipation of meeting their new ruler. The room was dark, only lit by torches placed haphazardly around the area. It was difficult to make out faces among the crowd of evil.
Kane stood with his arms crossed over his chest, he knew what this coronation met. That she would no longer have time for him, that she would become their dictator - one with the power to have him killed at absolutely any second. Kane feared what this position would do to her ego.
Jasper, unlike his father, was eager to see his mother get coronated. Which was odd because he usually never felt any emotions, being the only demon-darklighter hybrid to exist in the universe. His soulless demonic half conflicted with the his darklighter soulful half. Meaning, that Jasper literally only had half a soul. Most of the time, he chose to ignore all feeling, emotion, and morals, instead of fighting with himself to feel them - it was just easier that way.
The clash between somewhat human darklighter soul and soulless demon between Jasper's parents was definitely complicated - he was produced by some sort of evil miracle that allowed his parents to love each other for a period of time. However the love didn't last and the relationship between the two became very one sided when Jasper's mother just couldn't reciprocate the feelings his father felt for her.
The room went quiet when a hooded, robed figure was led onto a metal platform at the front of the hall by a seer. It looked as if the cloth of the dark robe didn't make contact with the skin of the wearer, instead the robe just hovered around the shape of individual under it. The shadowy figure glided across the platform with an almost masculine strut. As soon as the shadow reached the center of it's stage, it turned to face the evil audience.
"Demons and demonettes." The seer named Indra boomed, extending a hand, pointing towards the robed figure. "Meet your new ruler! The source of all evil! Griffin!"
"Please," the shadowy figure pulled the hood off it's head - revealing a petite woman who looked no older than 40. "Call me Abby."
Clarke sat next to Octavia, discreetly eyeing down Bellamy. The middle sister's eyes traveled from the top of his head, to the rips in his shirt Raven had caused. Through those same rips however it was easy to make out the paths of defined muscle on his chest. The second time around that Clarke's eyes traveled back up, she seemingly got lost in his eyes and the details of his face, particularly one of the freckles embedded ever so gently into the skin of his nose.
Clarke couldn't shake the feeling that somehow these two had known each other much longer than before that day. There was a connection between the duo that ran much stronger than the average connection between a whitelighter and their charge. Clarke felt as if she already knew the way Bellamy's lips tasted on hers, as if she was already accustomed to the way he smelled when his arms pulled her in close to him, as if she already knew the way their fingers interlocked perfectly when they held hands. Clarke was somehow positive she knew every single way that Bellamy loved her.
Bellamy's eyes traveled towards Clarke, causing her to quickly look in a different direction. Her tongue traced over her bottom lip gently, hoping she would taste the taste of Bellamy's lips in order to prove her assumptions correct, but all that Clarke was left with was the taste of her own chapstick.
An awkward silence drifted through the air as three out of four of the magical beings tried to figure out what to do in order to intervene and save Finn - Clarke was too preoccupied with her thoughts of Bellamy to think about anything else. Everyone's thoughts however were completely disrupted when there was a knock at the front door.
"I'll get it." Raven shot up from the couch and headed towards the door.
As soon as the door opened, Octavia called out to her oldest sister, "Who is it?"
For a few moments there was no response. Octavia stood from her seat, about to leave the room when Raven re-entered with their dark haired neighbor; Finn.
Clarke and Bellamy both shot up from their seats. Bellamy was about to say something to the man he knew very well, but caught the words before they left his mouth. Finn and the whitelighter shared a moment of eye contact, both men mentally acknowledged the secret of their relationship. It was best for the two to interact as strangers for now, just in front of the sisters.
Finn addressed everyone, he spoke awkwardly with his hands shoved into his pocket. "Hi?"
Marcus Kane eye's were fixed on the hands of his ex-lover. Abby's hands were to be placed on the grimoire while a dark priest conducted the ceremony. The grimoire was the evil counterpart to The Charmed One's book of shadows, although many grimoires existed, the most important grimoire was the Source's. It was dark green in color, with a black inverted pentagram embedded into the leather of the front cover. The grimoire's pages were faded black in color due to it's evil contents. It's most prominent spell was the one used during the ceremony, to coronate the new source.
"His verbis invocamus potentias tremendas fontis ipsius. In hac hora descendat malum. Et coronam imponat super virum electum." Abby chanted the latin incantation, her voice becoming octaves deeper as the words went on. There was an eerie moment of silence when she finished, but almost as if on cue, all the torches burned higher and Abby's eyes rolled in her head before turning a pitch black color. The transfer of evil essence into Abby elicited gasps from the crowd, but the gasps were quickly replaced by cheers and rounds of applauses. The underworld was glad to have a new ruler, especially now more than ever when the magical scale was tipped in favor to the side of good, what with the arrival of The Charmed Ones.
Jasper was among those who were cheering. He was born 21 years ago to the now demonic Source of All Evil and the darklighter Kane, for all that time however he was raised by his father, only ever speaking to his mother on about 9 different occasions - and even then the conversations weren't anything stimulating or familial. Nonetheless, Jasper still felt a deep loyal bond to his mother not only because she was his mother but also because she was now his ruler. And he planned to do anything to get on her good side, because he was next in line to inherit the throne.
Kane was unimpressed yet glad for Abby. For all the time he had known her - she always spoke of climbing up the demon hierarchy until she finally sat on the throne, and here she was, demonic and powerful. The only positive thing about this was the fact that Abby had chosen Kane to carry out the first part in her intricate plan to get rid of The Charmed Ones. The sisters had only realized their powers last week, and Abby saw this as the perfect opportunity to kill them, while they are weak and uninformed. Unfortunately, their whitelighter had swooped onto the scene and with him around, the witches would have all the guidance and protection they would need.
This was Kane's mission - kill the whitelighter.
At that moment, there was a ringing in Kane's ears. Over the years he had vigorously trained his abilities and whitelighter killing techniques. He had even been able to develop the power to track down specific whitelighters, a power a lot of other darklighters lacked. The ringing in his ear was none other than his subconscious locating the whitelighter he had been thinking about.
"I've got to go." Kane mumbled to Jasper, rushing out of the meeting hall and out into one of the dimly lit pathways of the underworld. He held out his hands and in an instant, a crossbow and arrow materialized between them. Kane focused on the ringing in his ears and soon disappeared in a flurry of black orbs - off to fulfill Abby's step one.
"Finn," Octavia rushed, her voice showing her panic and worriness. The living room was the exact room that Finn died in in her vision. "You really can't be here."
Finn wiped his face with the palm of his hands, "I know, I know. I didn't want to intrude." he spoke through a frown. "I've just been really worried, y'know, I keep hearing screams and loud noises..." his eyes wandered towards Bellamy, just now noticing the rips in his shirt. Finn opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off by a screeching noise entering the house.
Kane appeared in the door frame of the living room in his swirl of black orbs - the evil counterpart to Bellamy's form of teleportation. The darklighter's eyes landed on the whitelighter, whom he had been tracking for the past few weeks. Bellamy locked eyes with Kane and instantly knew this was the man who had been tracking him, the man who had tried to attack him only once before. Kane smirked, his fingers gripping the trigger of the crossbow. There was barely enough time for any of the sisters to process what was going on, nor was there enough time for Clarke to attempt to freeze the man or for Raven to telekinetically move him away. The sound of the arrow being shot through the air rang throughout the house.
"No!" The scream erupted from Finn's throat as he dashed through the air, effectively moving Bellamy out of the way. The men fell to the floor and in the midst of the madness, Raven thrusted her hand in the air, using her anger and confusion to channel her power, the darklighter was sent barreling through the air, crashing into the grandfather clock that had been in the family for generations.
"Damn it." Kane cussed under his breathe as he stood from the rubble of the clock. The darklighter looked towards the eldest sister, whose hand was still in the air, ready to attack again. Kane decided it was too risky, he focused on the underworld and in a moment's notice, his body was engulfed in black orbs. The screeching noise rang throughout the house again as Kane disappeared from sight.
"Is everyone okay?" Clarke asked, kneeling down to inspect Bellamy.
"I'm good." Bellamy groaned.
"I'm fine too." Finn's voice was hoarse as he tried to stand, but his knees gave out and he tumbled to the floor again. No one had noticed the black arrow sticking out from his chest.
"Finn, oh my god!" Bellamy shouted, his voice cracking at the sight of his dying friend. Finn lay on the floor, his eyes had already started to become cloudy. Bellamy's hands hovered over the arrow for a second, prepared to yank it out from the younger's boy chest, but then he remembered. "I - I can't touch it. The arrow it's uh - p - poison, it's lethal to - to me, whitelighters." Bellamy choked and stuttered on his words.
Raven just stood there, too petrified to move, her eyes fixed on the sight before her - Finn bleeding to death. There was nothing she could do to help. She felt extremely powerless. One out of the three of most powerful witches the world had ever known, stood there, with no way to help. Her hands went up to her mouth to drown out the noise of her sobs. It was rare for Raven to cry, she couldn't even remember the last time she had. But there was something about being weak and incapable, when you were forced to be strong for almost your whole life - that really shook Raven.
Clarke placed two hands on the arrow, she closed her eyes and with all the strength she could possibly summon up, ripped the arrow out of Finn's chest.
The injured boy screamed as the arrow left his body, blood began flowing up from the open wound. Bellamy quickly placed his hands over the wounds, his eyes were closed as he triggered his healing ability the only way possible - strong emotions of love. Bellamy's hands began glowing as he thought of his good friend, the one who had helped him through so many tough times, the one who was always there for him, the one whose secret he would take to the grave. Finn was one of the people Bellamy loved most in this world.
Octavia watched helplessly as her vision came true, boy's life force was slipping away too quickly for Bellamy to heal.
Bellamy rocked back and forth on the floor as his hands moved systematically over Finn's wound. He even though there was no skin contact between the two men, Bellamy could already feel the boy start to get cold. The whitelighter sniffed and let out a choked breathe, "Don't die on me, Finn." he mumbled under his breathe.
The blood running over Finn's chest dried as Bellamy's hands stopped glowing. The dying boy's open wound closed up and new skin formed to replace the old. Finn lay absolutely still causing Bellamy to hold his breathe in anticipation. There was a cough and then Finn shook back to life, his eyes blinking back open as he tried to get in as much air as he could.
"Jesus!" Bellamy laughed through his tears, "You scared the shit out of me." The whitelighter pulled the man off of the floor and into his arms for an almost familial yet slightly non-platonic hug. Finn couldn't find the words, so he just laughed along with Bellamy.
Clarke rubbed at her heart as Raven stopped crying. "Bellamy..." Clarke lead, "Do you know Finn?" she asked, due to the way the two men interacted.
The cat was already out of the bag. But Bellamy was too afraid to reveal Finn's secret, he was just about to make up some lie when Finn cut him off. "He's my whitelighter too."
"The witches were fucking there! Along with the neighbor!" Kane yelled at his son Jasper, as he paced throughout the lair the two shared in the underworld.
"Father, you're bleeding." Jasper expressed his concern, rushing over to his father to inspect the deep gash on his arm that had been caused by the grandfather clock Raven had tossed him into.
"It's nothing." Kane pushed Jasper away from him, looking down at the gash himself. "Fucking witch." he muttered under his breathe.
"You failed." Abby's voice boomed throughout the lair, she stood in the entrance with two of her own personal bodyguards. "Tsk tsk Kane..." she nagged at him, clicking her tongue against her teeth. "I thought I could trust you with this mission." Abby's newfound power had already started to get to her head.
"You can." Kane turned his body towards his ex-lover. "Just give me one more chance, I can kill him." he pleaded with her, his eyes wide. "It's just the witches, they were there, they -"
Abby held up a hand to cut him off, "No excuses." the demon said, rolling her eyes. She snapped her fingers twice and pointed towards her son, Jasper. The source of all evil's bodyguards walked through the lair and each grabbed one of her son's arms, despite his and Kane's protests.
"What - what are you doing?" Kane stuttered.
"Collateral." Abby stated simply. "You kill the whitelighter or..." The bodyguards led Jasper out of the room, kicking and screaming. "I kill him."
"Abby..." Kane's voice was cracking. "He's our son..." Kane pointed to her and then to himself. "You - you possibly can't be serious." At this point, the blood from his wound began dripping onto the rock floor.
Abby turned on her heels and glided out of the lair, "Prove to me that you're as powerful as you claim to be..." she called out to him, her voice fading as she walked farther and farther away.
Kane gritted his teeth, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He spoke his hypocritical words through a hushed whisper, "You're a monster."
