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Wyatt groaned massaging his temples, the splitting headache he has been experiencing almost since the robbery was getting worse. His demons were a total idiots. How someone could get lost of track of hundreds artifacts? Magical artifacts. That every magical being could sense. The demons fidgeted under his glare. The Source gathered all of them, whose had any connection to the case, and interrogated them over and over again. Some of them were terrified and felt guilty, not surprising as they were supposed to guard the vault and failed. Others were irritated, that the Resistance managed to hide so effectively and scared for their lives for bringing nothing to report. Wyatt would have find it amusing or would kill them on the spot, if not for this constant pain in his head. He himself began to feel nervous and scared and he didn't like it. He was supposed to be in control here.
"You're alright, my Lord?" asked one demon bravely.
The Source narrowed his eyes at him, then looked around with deadly glare, "Your incompetence is causing me a headache! Leave! All of you! And be back in an hour with some news or you'll be replaced!"
The demons shimmered out and Wyatt instantly felt better. Yes, he really should replace all these idiots. Deciding, that it would be better if he have some aspirin before upcoming meeting he tried to flame to the kitchen. The flames didn't appear and he still was in the meeting room. Wyatt frowned and tried to shimmer. Still in the meeting room. His frown deepened and he tried to orb. He disappeared in the black orbs and reformed in the kitchen, finally! Shrugging it off as an effect of the headache he took the medicine and made something to eat.
Meantime in the Resistance stronghold a group of experts was cataloging the artifacts. They divided them for unimportant, useful and dangerous. With some trepidation they realized that the Dangerous pile was rather large, whereas the Useful pile was barely a pile and Unimportant pile was non existent.
"Hey, Benny, give us a hand, will you?" said one of the experts to the walking by thief. "You're specialist in the artifacts." the thief continued walking, so the expert grabbed his shoulder. "Benny, I'm talking to you!"
"What?" asked the thief, confused. "I'm Egon, Benny is still in his room."
"Stop plying around and get to work," the expert ordered.
"But I'm not..."
"Enough!" said the chief of group. "Benny, shut it and work! We don't know how much time do we have until Wyatt's demons find us here."
"Alright, alright," Egon muttered, still confused.
Benny just left his room as he stumbled on the group of thieves.
"Hey, Egon, still plying pranks on Benny?" one of the thieves smirked.
"What?" Benny looked at him in confusion. "I'm Benny."
"Sure you are," the group laughed. "You better start packing, we'll be evacuating soon. I don't know what idiot ordered us to bring the artifacts here, instead to some other more unimportant hiding. Nothing is the same since Chris left. We're leaving with the first group so be ready!"
"But I'm not..."
"Get a move, Egon!" the leader shoved the young man in the direction of Egon's room.
Benny stood, frozen for a few minutes. Then groaned. He needs to find Egon soon.
Wyatt sat in the meeting room, waiting for demons. The headache barely noticeable now. He sighed contently. At least one thing to his liking. But his good mood was short lived as the demons started to shimmer back in. They were so terrified, that Wyatt's headache returned with double force. Gritting his teeth, the Source waited for all demons to appear.
"Any news?" he asked expectantly. Silence. Wyatt stood up furiously and waved his hands at the demons, expecting them all to burst into flames. Nothing happened. Being the evil ruler, Wyatt adapted to hide his emotions very well, even in extreme situations, like this, so there was no sign of surprise on his face. Demons on the other hand stared at him nervously, wondering if he changed his mind about their demise. Deciding to try something else, Wyatt thrust his hands forward, sending all of the demons into the wall with telekinesis. At least he saved some of his image. "Get out!" Wyatt growled. "Find the Resistance and don't disturb me until then!" The demons quickly disappeared. Wyatt fell on his chair in resignation. What the hell happened to his powers?