Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men or the Charmed characters.
A/N: I do own Crystal. My second fic, #???# means telepathic communication or premonitions. Enjoy! And please tell me what you think?
06
"Hear these words,
Hear my cry,
Spirit from the other side,
Come to me,
I summon thee,
Cross now the great divide,"
A man in a full black outfit and scruffy brown hair chanted melodically. His arms were raised as he stood outside a ring of candles. Light flared and an old man with grey-brown hair and a long, almost insane expression on his face.
"What? How did I get here?" he shouted, looking at his semi-transparent body, eyes wide with shock.
"I summoned you Lord Barbas, with a spell I learnt from the Charmed ones' book. I have found a way to get you out for good without having to face the witches," The warlock said as Barbas stepped out of the ring of candles suddenly becoming solid.
"I am a ghost!" he screamed. "This is a disgrace. I should let you die of your own fears for that!"
"Lord Barbas it was the only way! Myself and my brothers tried all the dark resurrection spells we could but none worked. So I used my powers to learn the Charmed ones' summoning spell and brought you back as a ghost so you may regain your glory!" the warlock said, cowering away from the great demon.
"I suppose it helped me to get a second chance, or tenth. Now I can get around better I suppose I should thank you. However I can't work up the enthusiasm. To be frank I'd much rather enjoy torturing you," Barbas said. The demon waved his hand in front of his servant's face as if reading something. Then he grinned for the first time.
"Please wait I have information for you, a loophole as it were! I know of another type of mortal with powers who are easier to get rid of and more available in this modern world," the warlock pleaded.
"You have my attention, for the minute," Barbas said.
"There's a new breed of mortals, they're all over the mortal news, especially in New York. They are called mutants and have powers similar to witches. Yet they aren't, and they don't know about demons. They are easy prey and no one will miss them. Tomorrow is Friday 13th if you can kill thirteen you will be resurrected for good," the warlock said. "And there's a group coming here now, in fact they have just arrived if my calculations are right,"
"Really, I didn't know Warlocks could count? They are stupid though, you shouldn't have told me all your information at once. Now your greatest fear is... Me! Now that's a new one, well prepared to be terrified…
The warlock screamed as a mirror appeared in mid air showing the warlock's reflection. His face melted to reveal Barbas' face.
"Boo, guess who!" the reflection said and the warlock burst into flames screaming.
"Now that was fun," Barbas mused. "But now I need some new minions to keep those cursed witches out of my way, while I deal with these new Mutants. I don't want the charmed ones to know I'm back."