Curiosity killed the cat
Phoenix had set the crystal trap. All she had to do was conjure the demon. She could do it with a spell or with her powers. She chose spell.
"Demon halthever of the dark,
I conjure when there is the moon,
Let magic winds forcefully bring you here,
Let them bring you here soon," Phoenix chanted as she watched the halthever demon appear.
"What do you want?" It hissed. Phoenix lunged forward, putting the demon in her trap. He screamed.
"My dad. What's his name?" Phoenix said as she scooped one of the crystals up with one hand. She crouched down next to the demon.
"I don't know," The demon lied.
"I have been hunting down demons for 21 years and all of them answer the same thing. If you don't want to end the same other demons have, tell me," Phoenix said, threatening to put down the crystal.
"Fine, fine. His name is Belthazor," the demon said. Phoenix smiled with pleasure then formed a fire ball and finished off the demon. Then, she was looking forward to a good nights sleep. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow.
Phoenix woke up, the sun shone against face.
"Wake up," Billie said, shaking Phoenix. She rolled over and groaned.
"Why?" Phoenix asked as she hit Billie with her pillow.
"Hey!" Billie said as she hit Phoenix laughed and went to the bathroom.
"I have to go to class," Billie said, getting her bag and heading to college. Phoenix took out her laptop. Then took out her book of witchcraft.
"Belthazor," Phoenix muttered as she flicked through the pages she had written over the years. There was no Belthazor anywhere. She then turned to her laptop. She searched 'Belthazor' but there were no results. She then tried the demonic search-engine she had just found recently.
You are not permitted to enter this page, was typed across the screen in shocking red.
"Damn it," Phoenix cursed. There was one more place that she was sure she would find Belthazor. One more book. The book of shadows.
Phoenix put on her jacket took the name-card Phoebe gave her the night before. The sun was now shining, with some clouds shadowing it. The waves were aquamarine, hitting the sand viciously. Phoenix stared into the city. Lights. People. And somewhere in the bustling city of San Francisco lives her parents. Or lived, Phoenix thought. She called a cab which took her to the Halliwell manor. In doing so, they passed a lot of buildings and bridges.