Not exactly a novel but much longer than the last one :) Thank you for all of your reviews.

Chris sighed lightly as he walked through the streets on San Francisco, heading towards the Manor. Today was Tuesday which meant that Wyatt had football practice directly after school and he had told Chris just to stay and he would orb them both home but after twenty minutes Chris had gotten incredibly bored. Now, he was making his way home the old fashioned way and was surprisingly enjoying it. For the last month Wyatt hadn't let him out of his sight and it was starting to grate at his nerves, especially since he couldn't go for a walk without him and everyone needs some time alone at some point without going insane. Chris was at that point.

He made a turn down a rather long alleyway that would take him very close to Halliwell Manor without having to walk that far. Being six months pregnant made him re-think about this sudden walk of his and he was tempted to holler for Wyatt so he could just orb him home. Still, Chris knew he wouldn't be able to do it because that meant he really couldn't do anything without Wyatt helping him along the way Chris refused to do it. He could do whatever he wanted to do all by himself, no matter how pregnant he gets.

When he made it to the middle of the alleyway he suddenly felt arms wrap around him before he felt dizzy and nearly puked. So when the arms around him suddenly disappeared he fell to the ground and tried to breathe evenly. After he felt slightly better he looked around where he was and panicked when he found himself in a very familiar place. The place from last night.

"Welcome, Christopher." Chris's head jerked to the right and he gasped when he saw the man from last night watching him with a smirk playing on his lips. Around him were masses of demons, some familiar from his dream and others looked even worse than he had ever imagined possible. On instinct Chris wrapped his arms around his stomach and screamed.

"Wyatt! Wyatt! Wyatt, please!" One demon rushed forward and wrapped a piece of cloth around his mouth and tied it nice and tight but made no move to tie up his hands. The man snapped his fingers and gestured toward his left and Chris was lifted up and dragged into a small room that only held a bed in the center before he was left alone. "Wyatt!"

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Nearly an hour had passed and Chris had slowly given up on calling for Wyatt. Apparently, he couldn't hear his cries from wherever he was. It hadn't taken him very long to grow bored in the empty room and he was almost hoping for some company, demon or not. He looked up when the door suddenly opened and the familiar man stepped in and shut the door.

"I've been waiting quite a while for this," He started off and Chris frowned. "How rude of me. I should have introduced myself first, yes?" When Chris stayed silent he started talking yet again. "My name is Malphas; I'm the...boss around here."

"You mean, you're the Source?" Chris asked and Malphas smiled at him.

"Yes, Christopher. I'm glad they've taught you so well."

"Why do you want me?" Chris asked as he ignored his last comment and Malphas's face suddenly broke out into a bright smile at his question and Chris started to feel a bit queasy.

"I'm very glad you asked that question...son."

"Son? No, no, that's not even possible."

"Oh? And where has your father been, Christopher?" Malphas asked as he started to slowly walk around the room and Chris kept silent. "I thought as much. I never really planned to use you at any point. No. You were simply a back-up in case your brother wasn't capable of doing as I asked him. I must say though, I'm very glad I did decide to have you."

"Brother?" Chris found himself asking.

"Yes, yes. He was the son with a very powerful phoenix. Unfortunately, he simply wasn't cut out for this and he vanished...twelve years ago I do believe. He was thirteen at the time..."

"He was the one..." Chris whispered and Malphas made a sound in the back of his throat.

"That he was. He could sense you, he knew all about you and knew that you were down here. Once he took you back to your mother he seemed to have fallen in love with the world up there. I found him a few years back...he has a very lovely family now if you want to know."

"My mother, did she–"

"Know I was a demon? No, not until I got her pregnant anyways. I told her and she left me; can you believe that? Just out of the blue she vanished and I wasn't able to sense you after that. Not until you became pregnant anyways."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked with a frown. What did being pregnant have to do with anything?

"You see, I still can't sense you. No. But I am able to sense your baby, Charmed spawn which only made it too easy to get you back home where you belong. I had planned on raising you myself to be the perfect little heir. But that's ok because you gave me the greatest gift of all, the heir of the Twice-Blessed. A perfect grandchild to rule after I'm gone."

"I...I thought my brother already has kids." Chris said and Malphas scoffed.

"Please, all of his children put together would never be able to even put a single scratch your child who could kill them all with a single blink. You think I would choose one of them?"

"No, my son will never be anything like you. He's good." Chris snarled and Malphas smirked.

"A son? That's even better. I'm not very fond of females anyways – much too clingy."

"My mom...you, you killed her didn't you?" Chris asked and Malphas simply nodded.

"Yes. I finally managed to find her but you weren't there that night so it was pointless."

"Why did you have to kill her?" Chris asked

"Isn't it obvious? She was your last link. Without her you would have been putty in my hands...and then you just had to go and discover the Halliwell's."

"Why couldn't you find me?" Chris asked out of pure curiosity.

"Your mother put a spell on you, to bind your powers when you were born. It also managed to hide you from me. Only once you give birth to a child with magical gifts shall your powers be revealed for all to see. Your mother was such a handy little witch."

"How did she know all of this was going to happen?" Chris asked

"She was clairvoyant. Very powerful at that. She could see eight hundred years in the future and eight hundred back as well. She knew everything."

"Why don't you just have another heir?" Chris asked. "And leave me and my son alone. How do you know that I won't just do the exact same thing my mother did?"

"Because I won't allow you to."

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Wyatt gave a loud sigh of relief when he closed the manor doors behind him and dropped his bag next to his feet. The manor was bustling with activity and everyone was rushing around him in an attempt to find somewhere. Wyatt lifted up his bag and made his way to the laundry room which meant traveling through the kitchen. Then he was heading straight up to the showers since he didn't really feel like staying at the school for another minute. When he made it into the kitchen he saw his mother, aunts, and uncles all sitting around.

"Hey," Wyatt spoke as he dropped his bag in the laundry room. "What's for supper?"

"Chicken casserole," Piper answered knowing it was Wyatt's favorite. "Did Chris stay with you during practice?"

"No, he came home." Wyatt said with a frown on his face.

"He's not here, Wyatt." Phoebe spoke and panic spread through Wyatt's body in a second. He quickly closed his eyes and concentrated on Chris and the panic flowing through his body only increased when he found that he couldn't even sense him or the baby.

"I can't sense him! Where the hell is he? He said he was coming straight home an hour ago!"

"Wyatt, calm down," Leo spoke even though he himself was panicking. "If you can't sense him think of where he could be."

"The Underworld."