Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed; if after all this time you thought I did than you're way silly.
"Here," Chris pointed the entry out to Wyatt who'd been pacing the living room floor of the loft.
Wyatt quickly hurried over, "Lilith, first wife of Adam…made of clay, like Adam, so refused to be 'below' him. She ran away because he refused to allow her to be his equal. She became a mother of demons, a legion of succubi daughters, once allied to the Source. Ended her alliance when HE chose to treat her as subservient, has plotted to take over the Underworld since."
"What does that have to do with you sleeping all the time?" Chris asked puzzled.
Wyatt pointed to the addendum at the bottom of the page. "See also Succubi."
He quickly flipped to the appropriate page in the large tome, "Succubi….blah blah… okay, here, it says 'that some succubi can seduce a man in dreams and steal his essence that way, once his essence is drained so then is his life force'."
"How do we vanquish them?"
"A normal succubus can be vanquished by the object of her affection resisting her. One of Lilith's daughters…that's odd," Wyatt proclaimed.
"Odd?"
"There's no spell, no potion," Wyatt answered, deep in thought.
"So how do we kill them?"
Wyatt flipped to yet another page, a summoning page.
"Wait, you're going to summon Lilith here?" Chris gave him a look that conveyed his belief that Wyatt was crazy besides being sleep deprived.
Wyatt gave Chris a derisive look, "No, I'm summoning one of her daughters."
A few moments later, Bree stood imprisoned in a circle of crystals. She smiled at Wyatt.
"Don't try your tricks here!" Chris threatened.
"Brother?" She asked Wyatt, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Yeah," answered Wyatt with a shrug.
"I certainly know how siblings can be…" she smiled again. "I'm glad you remembered this time."
"You are?" Wyatt asked, slightly confused.
"Of course. Why else would I have picked a fight with you…other than the fact that you really got on my nerves. Men always remember a shrewish woman easier than an over romanticized one."
"Kind of like that 'selective hearing' my mom is always accusing my father of suffering from?" Wyatt grinned.
"Exactly." Her face turned serious, "We don't have much time. What do you need?"
"How do I kill your mom?" Wyatt asked sheepishly, the woman he wanted to vanquish was the girl's mother after all.
She laughed bitterly, "You don't. More specifically, you can't. Lilith is from a time before time, she is unvanquishable."
"So, you'll have to….um…and then kill me, huh?"
"She's not unstoppable. Since you left my bedroom…"
Chris arched a brow at Wyatt at this.
"…I have learned some things. There are two prophecies involving your children. The first is that only they will have the power to defeat Lilith's army for all time, the second is that if your children are born under her influence, they will be the means for her to finally achieve her goal of dominion over the Underworld. It's the second part of this prophecy that saves your life. Her desire for rule overcomes her sense of self preservation."
"So she'll send one of your sisters?"
"No, I have her convinced that we are…close…to achieving the first part of her plan. Her witnessing the kisses we shared helped convince her."
Chris shot his brother a look of disgust. Here, he'd been worried about Wyatt and Wyatt had been happily smooching a demon!
"Besides, it has to be me. Her other daughters are older and have borne demons already; your children are to borne from a pure womb, to a pure 'woman'. I guess that's why I was raised a bit differently from my sisters," she gave a self mocking laugh. "I am the only daughter who can give her your children."
"You keep saying children. If you kill me after the first…?" Wyatt needed answers.
"You will have four…we will have four." She gave another mocking laugh, "Here, I wasn't ready for one, but then I find that you're destined to have four, so I'd have a whole litter…"
"When you gain your powers will you change?" Wyatt asked, he genuinely liked the spunky demoness and didn't want her to become something other than she was.
"I'll still be me," she assured him, "but with power, which is the way to thwart her. Pay attention: On the 13th I will receive my powers; that is the day when I must finish my seduction of you. The coming of my power must coincide with taking of yours, so that our children will be as powerful as they possibly can. My killing of you effectively closes my window."
"Window?"
"Witches have 24 hours from gaining their powers to choose which side they'll fight on. A window." Chris supplied. "But you're not a witch."
"I am. My mother is a sorceress who, like me, must mate with human males." At their look of confusion she clarified, "We are unable to copulate with demons, part of her punishment for refusing Adam. My father was a witch. A good witch." She smiled musingly, "Maybe you can tell me what that's like some time?"
"What?"
"Being good," she answered sadly.
"We'll have long conversations about being good and the choice to be good after this is over." Wyatt promised her.
"No," she shook her head sadly, "We won't. When I refuse to seduce you, refuse to kill you…my mother will know that I've chosen the other side. She will destroy me." She squared her shoulders, straightened her chin and gazed at him with promise resolutely in her eyes, "But, I am not mindless, I have a choice. I would rather be dead than be what my mother wants me to be."
Before either brother could comment, Bree disappeared.