Chapter Two

The new Source of All Evil made his way through the darkened passageways in direction of the chambers of the only person who could help him. Before doing this, he'd carefully evaluated the importance of every single demon who had helped him somehow to gain the power he now had, but had arrived at only one conclusion. To eliminate the Twice-Blessed, once and for all, the Source would have to go to the Seer.

The Seer wasn't a demon in the most practical sense of the word. She had absolutely no demon blood in her, she was pure witch. Her family had been gifted with the magic of foresight for generations, and they had used it for good. Until one day, a few years ago, when the Seer saw something terrible in her future, she had worked to eliminate evil. That was not so anymore. Except for her heritage, she was now completely demonic.

The Source swished his cape around the corner and finally arrived at the door he'd been seeking. It was elaborately decorated with ancient dark symbols, warding against trespassers and those who sought to do harm to the person living within. With a slight evil smirk, the Source burst the door open and entered.

The room was filled to the brim with treasures brought from demons who wanted a glimpse of the future for themselves. The Seer made good business by acting as a sort of fortune-teller for all creatures of evil who wanted it. Of course, they had to pay high prices. The room was filled with old amulets, magical weapons, and even with demonic powers.

Ignoring all the magical chicanery that was lying about, the Source walked up to the other end of the room, where the Seer was most likely reposing on her luxurious chaise longue.

Sure enough, there she was. The Source saw the Seer resting in a position that emphasized her every curve and great beauty. It looked like a natural position, but in truth, the Seer had diligently practiced it so she could cast her spell upon anyone who entered her chambers. She'd found it was a great deal easier to do business with a demon who was filled with lust than with any other emotion. Sometimes, the easiness of it surprised her. She would've thought that they'd guard themselves better, but they were just too easy, almost no fun at all.

The Seer had sensed the Source's approach ever since yesterday, when she'd glanced into her hand mirror to see exactly the same scene that was taking place right now. Looking up, she moved into a seated position, managing to make her body look even more appealing than in repose, and stretched.

"My liege," she said, her low voice as sensuous as she could make it. "What can I do for you?"

The Source stood stiffly, his dark cloak masking his features. "I should think you know already, Seer."

The Seer stood, a smile playing about her thick lips. "But the future may always change," she said, as she walked up to the Source. "One can never know if the object of the future changes his mind," she continued, as she stroked the Source's arm with her left hand, her fingernails scratching temptingly at the cloth. Her hand made its way up to the Source's back, as she began to work her spell. She walked to his other side, her hand never losing contact with the Source's hard muscles. "Or if there is a different reason for his coming," she whispered into his ear, having finally made her way to the Source's other side.

The Seer began to slide her hand down the Source's arm, but was effectively stopped by his fingers roughly encircling her wrist. "I'm not here to play games," he said, his voice partly angry, partly amused at her attempts to ensnare him. "You know what I want."

The Seer pulled her hand free before rubbing her bruised wrist. The pain on her face was covered with a sexy smirk. "And what shall you do in exchange, my liege?" The demon's title was pronounced with just a hint of mockery.

Hearing the mockery quite plainly, the Source felt his anger escalate. He usually was very patient with the Seer, she was invaluable to him, but at the moment he felt like she was completely wasting his time, trying to play around when very serious matters were at stake. Allowing his anger to take form, a fire ball made its way into his hand. "How about I let you live?" he said, his lips curling around his teeth in a sort of feral snarl.

The Seer only pouted as she saw that the Source was determined to be immune to her charms. She'd dealt with him before, not as the Source, but as a higher-level demon, but she'd never seen him this angry or determined. It frustrated her to no end, she who was used to having males, demon or not, wrapped around her little finger.

"All right," she finally sighed. The Seer walked over to where she'd left the hand-mirror she always used in her quest to seek out the future, conveniently placed on the floor nearby. She bent down, making sure the Source got a good view of her attributes, before straightening up, her golden-framed mirror in her hand.

Then, she made her way back to the Source, where he was standing impatiently. The Seer was known never to do any job for free, but when she was dealing with the Source, that reputation would have to wait. Besides, if her plans went well, she should get her reward soon enough.

The Source looked into the mirror eagerly, all the while trying to mask his true feelings behind an expression of seriousness near to boredom. The Seer just waved her hand over the glass, which instantly turned milky white with a dense fog.

"What do you wish to ask it?" she asked, as she began to call upon her powers of projected premonition.

"What is the Twice-Blessed's greatest weakness?" the Source breathed out, still staring fixedly at the mirror.

The Seer's power surged, and she closed her eyes in order to find out the answer quicker. Soon, there it was. The Seer allowed her power to flow into her fingertips and then into the mirror that she treasured so much. The fog began to disappear, and a face began to take shape inside of the glass. The brown hair was combed carelessly, nearly completely covering his forehead. The young man's green eyes shone with a seriousness that was uncanny, and told of how many things he'd seen, despite his young age.

The Source inhaled in surprise as he recognized the man's face, gazing at him through the glass.

The Seer only smiled appreciatively. Her power was working top-notch, as usual. She never expected otherwise, yet she was always pleased by the results it came up with.

"It appears that the Twice-Blessed's greatest weakness," she said, her low voice turning mysterious as she waited a beat before continuing, "is his brother."

(A/N) Oooh, very ominous, right? The Seer was surprisingly easy to write, and I quite enjoyed her character. I did not expect her to be like that, but, oh well... sometimes characters surprise you!

Oh, and I must admit I was surprised by the reaction this story got in just its first week of being released to the general public, but I'm ecstatic about it! Thanks so much, you guys! Especially doremishine itsuko and Deathsoul74, my first awesome reviewers! You guys rock! Also, thanks to those who Favorited, Alerted, etc... and to mclaughlin, who had a comment I thought I should address. In the Charmed storyline, I feel they didn't quite do Chris as much justice as they could have. In this story, I tried to actually let people know what his emotions are, and the problem with his feeling inferior is dealt with in this story. I tried really hard to equal both brothers in this story, and I hope you guys will think I sort of managed it, by the end this is over.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please read and review (reviews make me giddy and happy!)! Stay tuned for chapter 3 next week!