Abby had sent Jasper up to the world of the living only a month ago and there was no new information as of yet. Of course, Abby had bound her son's powers so there was no way he could teleport back and forth between the underworld and the world of the living in order to relay information. So, The Source of All Evil had instead called The Seer into her lair in order to get a glimpse at what was happening above their heads.

Indra adjusted herself delicately in the seat before taking Abby's hands in her own. The Seer closed her eyes and began using The Source of All Evil as a focal point to concentrate her powers. The Seer was a powerful title held by a demon, they were The Source's right hand with powers such as seeing into the past, present and future.

"What?" Abby asked eagerly, "What do you see?" peering into her Seer's face in an attempt to read her expression.

"Jasper..." Indra mumbled in a trancelike voice, her hands trembling slightly as her vision was completely replaced with the sight of Jasper and a young woman, passionately making out. Indra could feel and see everything, from the smell of the spacious house, to the heat between the duo as their bodies pressed closer towards one another. A few seconds passed before Indra let go of Abby's hands and her eyesight flashed back to normal. "He's taken interest in the youngest witch." A snide smirk spread across the woman's lips. She knew Jasper was too foolish and young to take such a mission as spying on The Charmed Ones seriously.

The muscles in Abby's face tightened as she began to think about what this could mean for her plan. If the youngest witch was in love with Jasper then that surely meant she hadn't suspected him of being a demon, nor a spy. Abby had no words, she could only nod her head for even if things did go bad, Jasper was the one the witches would most likely try to vanquish, not her.

"What shall we do about this?" The Seer asked with a raised eyebrow.

"There is nothing we need to do."

"But Master, the boy's emotions will get cloudy when it's time to kill the sisters." Indra stated, more as a fact than a theory.

Abby raised a finger to silence the woman sitting across from her, Indra pulled back into her chair and pressed her lips together. "Jasper is still evil. When it is time to kill the witches, his powers will be unbound and he'll make the right choice."

"Jasper does not know what evil is. His sad excuse of a darklighter father practically kept him locked up in that lair for 21 years." Indra's voice was silent, in fear of defying her master. "The boy hasn't even killed before."

"Do not!" Abby snapped, "Talk about Kane that way." The words fell from The Source's lips without a thought. There was a huge part of Abby that despised the father of her child, but there was still some small part of her that still loved Kane, that small part tugged at her cold heart and made her feel things she never felt before. Abby rubbed at her temples in frustration, quickly changing the subject from Kane to Jasper, she couldn't live with Indra knowing that she still had feelings. "Jasper will do what he needs to do if he ever wants to see his father again." And with that, Abby stood from her seat and walked out of the lair without another word.

Indra was left in the dimly lit rock cave alone. She couldn't suppress a laugh and a shake of the head, "This will not end well." the woman mumbled under her breath, her eyes closed as a maniacal laugh shook through her body and pounded on her lungs.

And she was right.

For The Seer saw all.


"Clarke!" Octavia smiled through her words. "Look what the cat dragged in." Octavia tugged on her father's arm, leading the man into the living room of their manor.

"Dad?" Clarke questioned, even though she already knew the answer.

"It's me, baby girl." Jake spoke through a tear, he had missed his three daughters with every fiber of his being. It had been almost twenty years since he had left, twenty years since he had seen his daughters in person, twenty years of regret.

But Jake just couldn't stand to live with the sister's grandmother, who taught them magic and spells before their alphabet, who taught them to make potions as if they were baking a bake, who taught them that above all, magic was normal. He of course, pushed to have the sister's powers bound, but their grandmother denied on countless occasions. By the time their grandmother did have their powers bound and their memories of magic erased, it was too late. Jake was already gone, nothing in his head but the bittersweet memories of his wife. Living in that house got rough when Samantha died.

Everything got rougher when Samantha died.

Clarke immediately closed the distance between her and her father, throwing her arms around his neck and standing up on her tippy toes so her head could rest on his shoulder. Clarke and her father had a strong relationship before he left, she was a daddy's girl while Raven preferred her mother and Octavia preferred their grandmother. After her father left, Clarke went through a severe life crisis at the age of 7. She was still dealing with the death of her mother which left her utterly devastated. Abandonment issues swept in and a series of treatments and therapists followed.

"I've missed you so much." Clarke whispered through tears, before stepping back to take a look at her father. "You got so old."

Jake couldn't help but laugh, "You did too. You're all so grown now." He glanced over his shoulder to look at Octavia before pulling both of his daughters into a hug. "Where's Raven?"

"She's at work." Clarke filled him in on what all of the sisters were doing career-wise right now and what was happening in their lives, leaving out parts about magic and demon vanquishing. Clarke knew that Raven hated their father the most, she could easily remember all the times her eldest sister and grandmother spent bashing and insulting the man after he was gone. Raven had never forgiven Jake for leaving them high and dry.

Jake was too busy having a pleasant reunion with her daughters to notice the dark haired man smiling behind Clarke. "Bellamy?" Jake shook the man's hand and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder, wrinkles forming near his eyes from smiling so hard after seeing a buddy he hadn't seen in years. "Holy crap, you haven't aged at all." Although Bellamy's hairstyle and outfit style was different from the last time Jake had saw him, but everyone had to keep up with the times.

Octavia tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowed. "Hold on... you two know each other?"

"Do I have to remind you that I've been around since 1932." Bellamy gave the youngest sister a sarcastic half smile.

"Bellamy's been your girls whitelighter since before you were born." Jake let go of the man's hand and turned back to hug his girls once more.

"Wait, so you know?" Clarke questioned with wide eyes as she was being smothered into her father's chest.

Jake nodded his head, weaving his fingers through Clarke's hair while rubbing circles into Octavia's back.

Although she was beyond happy that her father was back, she couldn't help but wonder why now? Why almost twenty years? Why only a short while after her and her sisters had received their powers? Was this really her father she was hugging, or a demon who had stolen his skin?

Clarke pushed the thoughts of paranoia out of her mind, pressing her face closer into the fabric or her father's suit coat.

She was happy.

And nothing was going to ruin that.


Out of pure boredom, Jasper had fallen asleep on his couch shortly after Octavia left. His dreams were filled with nothing but of the young witch, it seemed lately that Octavia was the only thing he could think about. He was falling deep into a hole of love and he knew it would be extremely difficult to dig himself out of it when the time came to kill The Charmed Ones.

Jasper wasn't even sure if wanted to carry out his mother's plan anyways. Why should he when his mother rejected him all of his life? Sure, the threats to kill him were scary, but he'd be safe with the protection from Octavia and her sisters. But that'd mean he would have to come clean about who he truly is and there was the slight suspicion nipping at his brain that Octavia wouldn't handle that information easily. Even if she did, and he did gain protection from The Charmed Ones, he couldn't guarantee his father's safety as well.

Jasper was in a tough spot, there was a battle raging inside of him - to save his love, or his family. It seemed like there was going to be no easy way out for the star-crossed lovers, someone was going to die.

There was a sharp ringing sound that bled through the house and forced the boy from his slumber. The sound was accompanied by black orbs that took the shape of his father's body, in a few moments, Kane had fully materialized before him.

"Father!" Jasper exclaimed with wide eyes, shooting up from the couch, now fully awake. "You - you can not be here." his tone shifted from the fake American accent he took up when with Octavia to the formal way of speaking in the underworld.

"I had to make sure things were okay..." Kane looked around the house, cluttered with furniture and decorations that a 21 year old boy might have. "Who did Abby kill for this?"

Jasper shrugged his shoulders, he wasn't too entirely sure how his mother had made this whole thing happen from down in the underworld.

Kane turned his attention back to his son, "I bribed Indra to give me some information, and now I find out that you're sleeping around with a witch. Not just a witch... but a Charmed One! What are you thinking?" The darklighter spat the words out, he knew this wasn't going to end well, for the witch or for his son.

Jasper's body stiffened at the remark. He loved his father but he didn't understand the relationship that him and Octavia shared. "She is more than that..." his voice was soft but firm, ready to tell his father every single way that Octavia was a wonderful woman and every single way that he loved her, but he instead changed the subject. "You have to go, now." Jasper pleaded, knowing that Abby warned Kane to not interfere with the mission. Jasper took his father by his shoulders and shook him a little, as if forcing him to orb away.

Kane swatted his son's hands away, his brows bumped together in a scowl. "You must stop seeing her." the statement was more of a demand than a request. "I can not believe you fell for a fucking witch." Kane rubbed his temples in disbelief.

"At least I didn't fall for a demon with no soul!" Jasper's eyes flashed with fury, he would protect Octavia with every essence of his being.

Kane barely registered the words before he raised his hand in the arm and brought it down towards Jasper, the sound of his palm striking the soft skin of Jasper's face echoed throughout the house.

Jasper yelped in pain, bringing his hand up to his own face to feel the stinging mark his father had inflicted on him. Kane had never hit Jasper before, they were a strong duo of father and son and this was their first rough patch.

Jasper could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him, he clenched his free fist and gritted his teeth. His intense gaze on his father burned with hatred, Jasper was positive a ball of energy would've have formed in the palms of his hand has his powers not been bound. The boy was just about to say something but the words died before they left his throat - cut off by the sound of a crackling fire accompanied by a flame that took the shape of Abby's body. Before a few seconds, Abby had fully materialized before them.

The Source of All Evil was adorned in her signature black robe - the same one she wore the day she was coronated. Her eyes burned with fire as she registered the sight before her, Abby had warned Kane what would happen if he tried to interfere with her plan. "What do you think you're doing?" Abby barked, her head cocked to the side as her eyes ran up and down the darklighter.

"I had to speak to Jasper." the palms of his hands were getting sweaty.

"About?" Abby raised a brow.

"The witch." Kane had difficulty making eye contact.

"I told you not to interfere with this mission..." Abby nagged. She rose an open hand in the air, a ball of fire immediately materialized in the palm of his hand, the woman was just about to throw it towards Kane when Jasper stepped in the path.

"No, wait!" he pleaded as stepped in front of his father, his arms extended to cover the man behind him. "It won't happen again... I promise." Jasper breathed rapidly.

The fireball in Abby's hand fizzled out and disappeared, she let her arms fall to the side. "Orb out before I change my mind."

Kane immediately disappeared in a flurry of black orbs.

"Jasper..." her head was titled with narrowed eyes. She had never really looked at her son before, never noticed the way he slouched, his big puppy dog eyes, the extremely awkward lanky figure, the incredibly dark black hair - probably stained black due to his parent's evilness, and the way he looked like an even mix between her and Kane. "Why do you stand up for that man?" Abby asked curiously with a lifted chin as she glided around her's son house, inspecting the furniture. "You are much stronger than him, and one day you will inherit my throne..." her mind shuddered at the thought of such a weak demon ruling over the underworld.

Jasper rubbed at the back of his neck as a slight smile appeared at his lips. By saying he would inherit her throne, she was practically claiming him as her child - something she had never done before. "I have known him my whole life. He is my father."

Abby threw her head back in a laugh, "He is weak... foolish. Kane does not even know what a father is."

Jasper had to bite his tongue to keep from saying a sarcastic remark such as 'you don't know what a mother is'

Abby turned to face her child, "So tell me about the witch... October."

"Octavia." Jasper corrected immediately. "She is a wonderful woman." He didn't want to say anything that would endanger Octavia's life.

Abby tapped her fingers against the frame of a television hanging on the wall. "You know she won't love you when she finds out what you are, right?" Abby's erect back posture radiated the superiority she held over Jasper.

"That's not true." he shook his head, "I can convince her, that I am not evil."

Abby raised a brow, plastering a fake frown on her face. "Not evil? Oh sweetheart... your mother is the Source of All Evil."

Jasper bit his lower lip, his gaze fixed on his mother as she tampered and touched miscellaneous objects throughout the living room. "Octavia loves me."

The woman shook her head, "It would be in your best interest to end it now, she'll be dead in a few months anyways. You don't want to end up like your father, do you? Lusting after a woman you can't have."

Jasper's face flushed as he crossed his arms over his chests, "Maybe... we don't have to kill them. Just take away their powers, so they won't be a threat to you." Jasper suggested hoping his words would make a dent.

"You don't think they'll find a way to get them back? They have to die. Every. Single. Sister." Abby's words ripped and slashed through Jasper's heart. "When the time comes, I'll let you do the honors. You'll get to bleed your witch and burn her."

Jasper clenched his jaw, "I won't, I can't." he shook his head violently, trying to smash away the thoughts that rampaged through his head.

"You will." And with that, Abby disappeared in the same flame that she had came.

In the presence of being alone, Jasper let himself cry. Hot tears fell from his eyelids and wet the collar of his t-shirt, he tumbled to the floor and pulled his legs up towards his chest. He rocked himself back and forth, just holding himself for a while, just thinking.

And with every new tear that fell, Jasper could feel the imaginary rope that held his powers together start to unwind. In his flurry of emotions, Jasper's powers were unbound. A string of fire shot out from his fingertips and hit the ceiling above his head, leaving a black scorch mark. He could feel the demon side he had tried so hard to suppress, waken from it's slumber.

His mind flashed to the thoughts of burning Octavia's body with nothing but the fire emitting from palms of his hands and his demon half twitched with eagerness at the thought.

Abby was right, he was evil.

And he always would be.


Seeing the sisters and their father reunite was endearing and heartwarming, but Bellamy felt it was best if he let them catch up alone. He decided that checking up on his friend Finn would be a better use of his time.

"Finn?" he called out, the front door was typically unlocked and Bellamy was always welcomed. In fact, when the whitelighter wasn't with his bosses up in the heavens, he was usually crashing with Finn.

"In here." Finn replied, his eyes fixed on the pot and herbs before him, preoccupied with the darklighter tracking potion - he was getting dangerously close.

Bellamy walked into his friend's kitchen. Finn was starting to feel and look better from that last intense encounter the two shared. But in reality, Finn was just getting really good at bottling his emotions.

Bellamy was just about to speak before Finn raised a finger in the air to silence him, his gaze still stuck on the pot. The witch whispered a latin incantation and the liquid held within the pot began to bubble, Finn tossed in the last ingredient - a black feather.

A wide and easy grin appeared on Finn's face as he rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"Did it work?" the whitelighter leaned in closer, his breath on Finn's neck sent a shiver down the witch's spine.

Finn nodded, too pleased with himself to say anything. He poured some of the liquid into a glass vial and placed the vial in his refrigerator.

Bellamy gave the boy a pat on the back, "So let's use it. I'll go with you, for backup."

Finn shook his head, "The potion needs a few hours to cool." He stated simply, wiping his hands off on a rag before looking up to meet Bellamy's gaze. "So why aren't you with the sisters?"

Bellamy shrugged, "Dad's back in town. Thought I would give them some space."

"So you decided to bother me instead?" Finn teased, closing his family line's book of shadows.

"You know you love me." Bellamy shot the boy a playful wink, and even though Bellamy was just kidding, the words made the hair on the back of Finn's neck stand up straight.

Finn quickly changed the subject, "So dad, huh? Raven never really told me much about her father."

"He left them about 20 years ago..." Bellamy's mind wandered to Clarke, "You should've seen the look on Clarke's face, she was so incredibly happy." The man couldn't help but smile while thinking of the blonde haired woman. "She looks exactly like Claire, but it's weird that she doesn't remember anything about me. About us."

"She's not Claire. She's Clarke." Finn began to wipe down the kitchen table.

"Clarke is the reincarnation of Claire." Bellamy noted.

Finn pressed his lips together, looking away from Bellamy. It hurt him to much to think of Bellamy taking interest in someone else. "Why don't you ask Clarke out on a date?" he asked sarcastically, but a small sliver of Finn prayed that Bellamy wouldn't.

Bellamy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't want Clarke to think the only reason I like her is because of Claire. I mean they're nothing alike except for the way they look, Claire was outspoken and passionate and stubborn and Clarke is shy and reserved and it makes her that much... cuter."

Finn gritted his teeth, he wanted nothing more to just press his lips against Bellamy's and let the man know everything he had been feeling for the past eight years. "Clarke is going to find out about Claire eventually..." Finn had half the mind to tell Clarke herself, to deter her away from Bellamy before the two got closer. But, he realized that wouldn't be right. He wanted to be with Bellamy but only if Bellamy wanted the same.

Bellamy shook his head as if his slight crush on Clarke was stupid, "I know, I know."

"Look..." Finn led, he hated seeing Bellamy down on himself. "Just tell Clarke how you feel." He shot the man a genuine toothy smile. "It won't be the end of the world if she doesn't feel the same."

Bellamy nodded his head firmly, his eyes staring straight ahead as he stood up straight, slamming a closed fist into the palm of his other hand. "You're right!" he exclaimed. "I'll just tell her how I feel." he spoke as if it would be that easy. "You're a really good friend, thanks Finn." he cupped his hand on Finn's shoulder and gave him the same genuine toothy smile before orbing out.

"Friend..." Finn mumbled under his breath.

Oh, how he wanted to be much more.


"I'm home!" Raven called out while walking through the front door of the manor.

Clarke and Octavia came barreling out of the kitchen, both with smiles that looked as if they were hiding something. "Raven, hey!" they said in unison, a little too cheery.

"What's up with you two?" The eldest sister asked, beginning to walk up the stairs that led to the second floor of the house. Her date with Wick was in a couple hours and she had to get dressed.

Clarke bit her tongue, trying to decide what to say. But she decided that Raven was going to get upset either way, "Dad's back!" she called out, her muscles tensed as she waited for the blow.

Raven stopped dead in her tracks, turned around and headed back down the stairs. "Dads... what?" she asked in disbelief.

"Back." Clarke stated, licking her lips in nervousness.

"Where is he?" Raven looked around, expecting the man to jump out at her.

"He's staying at a hotel, he said he wants to take us all out to breakfast tomorrow. So we can catch up..." Octavia chimed in.

Raven shook her head in disbelief, waving her hands in the air as if time around her would just stop. She headed up the stairs. "I don't have time for this." she mumbled more to herself. "I have a date."

"Date?!" Clarke questioned curiously, rushing up to Raven with Octavia close behind.

"With whoooo?" Octavia teased playfully, a smile dangled on the corner of her lips.

Raven turned back around trying to hide the sly smile that was beginning to surface. "A guyyyy..." she mocked Octavia.

"Is he hot? He better be hot." Octavia questioned as if it was life or death.

Raven thought for a second. "He's okay..." she started walking up the stairs again before turning around again, "Okay he is pretty hot!" Raven exclaimed, no way to hide the smile now. Her two sisters squealed with happiness and jumped around like children at the thought of Raven going on a date. "Okay, come on I'll tell you all about it, but help me get dressed!" The three sisters rushed up the stairs and into Raven's room, where Raven excitedly spilled all the info about the dirty blonde haired man.


Raven sat across from Wick at a romantic restaurant she had no idea existed. She was dressed in a tight black dress that Octavia picked out, and Clarke had even done her makeup, although she was pretty sure this red shade of lipstick stuck out just a little too much.

The flames of lit candles danced around the restaurant wildly, throwing shadows and light in random directions. The candles were practically the only thing lighting the area up, but it created a nice ambience and made everything including the air feel soft. Every table had a beautiful red rose placed in a narrow glass of water as a centerpiece and the cloth laid underneath felt expensive and luxurious under Raven's touch.

"You look... beautiful." Wick had said that to her at least three times tonight. He was dressed in more casual suit, but it lacked the jacket. His hair was pushed back into the man bun that he was wearing earlier that day. Raven couldn't help but notice how nice the shape of his body looked in his outfit, how his muscles bulged in all the right places and above all, how great his butt looked in those pants.

Raven blushed slightly, her hands moving to her face to cover her crimson cheeks. "You do too." she acknowledged. "Well, handsome." Raven corrected.

A slow and sexy smile flooded Wick's face. "I think I do look pretty beautiful." The man teased, making Raven laugh.

The rest of the evening breezed through easily. But, Raven was surprised that Wick never once asked about why she had lied about living in the burning apartment complex. She had made up a ton of lies in her head to cover her tracks, including one as stupid as "I was dared."

Throughout the whole date however, Raven couldn't help but wonder what this date would lead too. How was she going to have a relationship in which she was going to have to constantly lie about who she truly was. She was a witch, and there was no one who could find out, for it would put her and her sisters in jeopardy. What if the relationship between her and Wick blossomed and she absolutely had to tell him? What if he didn't take it well? Would he tell anyone? Would Raven have to kill him in order to keep her secret safe?

These paranoid thoughts bombarded the sister and she was forced to think about them instead of enjoying the date with a man who genuinely wanted to get to know her better. But Raven simply couldn't enjoy herself, not when there was a new threat around every corner, not when she or her sisters weren't safe, not when her magic could be exposed at any second.

Raven began to wonder wildly what her secret would mean for any future romance. She was clearly going to have to choose, with extra precaution, who to date - were humans excluded? Was she going to have to only date witches? The only male witch she knew was Finn, and she wasn't interested.

Raven wondered how her parents had gotten through it, how did her human father deal with the idea of her mother being a witch - clearly not well, for she died and he left. Raven didn't want to live like that. She didn't want to live in secrecy with the man she would come to settle down with, she didn't want this for her children either.

Wick told her he would definitely want to go on another date sometime soon. The thought scared and hurt Raven, she somehow felt as if she knew that Wick wouldn't be interested in her when he found out.

The evening ended with a slow, passionate kiss. One Raven would deeply come to regret for reasons beyond her.

No amount of magic could settle Raven's worried mind.

She was a witch.

And she didn't deserved to be loved.