Title: Revelations of the Ultimate Kind
Rating: T For some mild language and mild violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. It is strictly the property of Constance Burge, Aaron Spelling, Brad Kern, the WB Network and any other affiliates. This fanfiction borrows the use of characters, storyline concepts, and themes associated with the show and is strictly being used for entertainment purposes only. No financial profit is being made.
(Edited: See added disclaimer content in Chapter 29 of story 1/12/08).
Summary: This story is a continuation from season 8 (a sort of season 9) and it picks up six months after the Ultimate Battle with Billie and Christy.
While moving on with their lives in the wake of the Ultimate Battle, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige come to learn some shocking truths regarding their oldest sister, Prue, and their destiny as the Charmed Ones. Billie struggles to overcome the loss of her parents and deals with the guilt left behind after having to kill her sister. However, she also encounters some shocking discoveries about herself, discoveries that connect her to the very people she betrayed during the Ultimate Battle - The Charmed Ones.
In the wake of many secrets and revelations along the way, the sisters struggle to pursue their true calling as a hidden prophecy is unearthed and an unexpected evil, once thought to be dead, resurfaces to eliminate the Charmed Ones and their progeny for good. What does this mean for the future?
Hi. I just wanted to leave a quick introduction.
My penname is PrueAndyForever and I've been on this site for some time. I've read some wonderful fictions here and have left some feedback, but I never quite gathered up the courage to try one on my own, lol. So here I am giving it a shot for the very first time. All feedback is welcome, good or bad, just as long as criticism is for constructive purposes. Thanks.
Prologue
Salem, Massachusetts October 31, 2006
A moderately sized home sat back against the beautiful landscape that was Salem. The small sign advertising its sale stood in the front yard and could be viewed by passersby who were coming and going from each direction.
It was another typical fall day. The temperature was cool, and the windy autumn breeze continued to shuffle all of the scattered leaves across the paved driveway and onto the manicured lawn. While the evening sun was preparing to set, children of all ages were dressed up in their costumes. They walked up and down the streets excitedly engaging in the age-old tradition of trick-or-treating.
However, inside of the home, a different story was playing itself out. A woman with beautiful long raven hair, and brown sugar highlights which easily stood out underneath the bright sun, sat back on a rocking chair with one leg pulled up, her chin resting on her knee. She was in deep contemplative thought. Earlier, she had felt exhausted, so completely drained, and had tried getting the much-needed rest her body so desperately craved after another long workday, only to encounter another restless sleep. Now, sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. Sleepless nights had been reoccurring for her in the recent days leading up to Halloween.
After another long yet uneventful day, she had intended to come home, kick her shoes off by the front door, and then head straight to the kitchen. She wanted to put the white kettle on the stove, grab her cup of hot chamomile tea with a splash of honey and retreat barefoot to the bedroom, her bedroom. She loved the feel of the soft carpet underneath her feet. She would cozy up on the bed with a good book, sipping on the hot liquid, and with any luck, doze off into a peaceful slumber. After all, it was the routine, at least it had become her routine at some point during the past year.
No such luck though.
The repetitive pattern of tossing and turning only gave way to frustration and before she could stop herself, she leapt out of the bed and wandered down the hallway only to stop and linger in front of a closed door. She stared at it for what felt like several minutes; in reality though, it was only seconds. Finally, her hand reached for the doorknob. The door creaked open. A rocking chair sat in the middle of a child's bedroom.
The current mood inside the room was quite somber and the woman sitting in the rocking chair sought peace of mind. Using her hand, she pushed some long flowing locks of hair behind one ear. She sighed. In the other hand, she clutched a tiny brown teddy bear. After staring down at it for a brief moment, she looked back up and surrounding her in almost every direction, were framed photographs of a little girl adorning the walls. The child's bright blue eyes appeared to shine with radiant life but to the anguished mother she imagined them crying out for help.
Marie Holloway shut her eyes. She refused to cry about it again. Instead, she swallowed over the growing lump in her throat and fought back the onslaught of tears that were threatening to spill.
It was easier to subdue the pain and suppress that aching in her chest during the moments she could make herself stop looking at the photos. It was hard because they were the only connection left, making the temptation to look ever present. Still, she could never bear the alternative of taking them down for good, though. All of the pictures had been shot with patience, love, and care by the photographer and that was because she, herself, had taken them.
Out of nowhere, the sound of a cat meowing and then pouncing on her lap caused her to jump involuntarily.
The small teddy bear fell to the floor.
"Kitty!" she exclaimed.
The cat meowed at her again.
"You scared me, girl, don't do that!" she scolded in a gentle manner as she began petting the black feline.
Marie looked towards the bedroom door, noticing that it was slightly ajar. "How did you get in here, anyway, I thought I closed that door? Huh?" she spoke to the cat.
The cat purred.
Marie felt a chill pass through her, causing goosebumps to break out over her arms. She turned her attention towards the bedroom window.
"Must be a draft." She kissed the cat, still holding onto her as she got up.
After approaching the window, the chilly breeze hit full force. The cat jumped from her arms, proceeding to glide across the floor with the elegance of a pedigreed aristocrat. Marie smiled at her, the cat could be finicky, and they had only ended up with her because it was assumed that the previous owner of the home had left her behind. The cat was always hanging around the yard, appearing very comfortable and familiar with the property. She was always showing up somewhere out of nowhere it seemed. Now Marie was glad for her company; the cat's presence brought her comfort these days.
Marie tugged at her lightweight turquoise sweater, then brought her arms up around her body to ward off the impending chill by rubbing her hands up and down her arms. She actually hated the colder weather and preferred the warmer climate in spite of the fact that she had lived on the East Coast her entire life. As she shut the window and latched the lock, she couldn't help taking a quick glance at all the small children and their parents interacting together as they enjoyed Halloween.
The sight of the children brought the memories flooding back to the previous year, pulling her into a past she was powerless to fix.
Molly.
Her daughter.
One year ago, Molly Holloway had disappeared. Halloween had been a special day for the child because it was also her birthday. Last year, she had turned three.
After a small party celebration and collecting lots of candy, she had put her daughter to bed only to find her missing the next morning. She could still remember the after scent of lavender from the shampoo used at bath time after bending over to give Molly her goodnight kisses.
(Memory)
"Momma, it tickles," the little girl had laughed when her mother's longer hair brushed against her face during the affectionate onslaught.
Marie had smiled down at her small daughter. "Love you, sweet girl! Do you know how much?"
Molly nodded. She spread her arms wide. "This much! And ..."
"To," Marie helped her along.
"To," the young child repeated.
"The moon," she continued.
"The moon," Molly copied again.
"And back," they finished together.
Molly giggled. "I want the story," Molly pleaded, clutching the small brown teddy bear to her chest. "Please?" came the begging.
Marie sighed. She was so tired from the events of the day but gave in. "Okay."
"Yay!" the child clapped her hands. She sat up and anxiously waited.
Marie took her hand and moved a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face. "Well, once upon a time, in a far-away land, there lived three very little girls.
"Like me!" Molly smiled.
Marie smiled back. "Just like you, baby, yes" she nodded. "And these three little girls were all alone in the world. They only had each other until one day they found a big magical book."
Marie finished the story and then tucked her daughter into bed. She moved to leave the bedroom, turning off the light switch found on the wall near the door.
"What about daddy?"
"Daddy will be in to say goodnight," Marie had promised on the way out.
(Memory Ends)
He hadn't made it back that night to say goodnight. He got home late. And today was her daughter's fourth birthday but she wasn't here to celebrate.
Michael Holloway.
Her husband had always been the rock in their marriage but, now-a-days, there were times when they just felt like complete strangers to each other. Some intimacy was still present, yet it also disappeared just as easily on a whim. They could go for days not speaking to each other. There were certainly other days when she wondered if it would perhaps be for the best if they went their separate ways, but her husband was the only constant left in her lonely life. Losing that too almost seemed unfathomable.
They shared a sense of familiarity when they had first met and then later settled into their shared life together. There weren't any extended family members, an external support system that actually would have been nice to have during the chaos of the past year. Michael had gone through the foster care system as a child, and she had lost both her parents while attending college. Much like Michael, she had been an only child herself, as had her parents before her. Two lost souls who had found one another. The small circle of friends they thought they had formed, who should have been there, weren't and eventually shunned them. However, in spite of all the isolation the previous year had brought on, Marie possessed a calm. There was an inner strength she felt would carry her through anything. Carry them, through anything.
Law Enforcement only came up with dead ends. During the investigation, there hadn't been any signs of forced entry into their home, no evidence of an intruder, and no signs of a struggle. What had happened to the child? Police were baffled when they were unable to turn up any explanation or solve the case. Michael Holloway was a detective himself and it had been his natural instinct to want to jump in and help figure things out. It only added to the growing tension in their lives when he was blocked from doing so. Then, in the proceeding months, life hadn't improved nor gotten any better elsewhere. Not at work, not amongst the community. When no evidence turned up, no arrest made, no intruder found, all suspicion remained on the Holloways. However, without any evidence, no charges were ever filed but that didn't make the interrogations any less invasive or painful to endure. The once peaceful town that Marie had been so mysteriously drawn to now held nothing but hostile stares and wayward glances from neighbors and co-workers alike.
Marie used to like to stop inside of a small shop that housed herbal remedies for natural healing; it sold healing crystals, books, and other assortments and accessories that the town associated with the occult. Of course, prior to the incident involving her daughter, Marie came and went as often as she wanted to without much fuss, or any attention paid to her. However, more recently, during one day in particular that followed her daughter's disappearance, she exited the small store and encountered two older women from the town just glaring at her. She continued to walk past them trying her hardest to ignore the heavy feelings of scrutinizing that accosted her.
(Memory)
"She's a witch, I tell you," One of the old ladies could be heard saying to the other. "She shops in that store every day. Who knows what she did with that poor little girl."
"Yes, the poor child. Made her disappear. Probably sacrificed the poor thing," came the response from the second woman.
Marie kept walking, closing her eyes and clenching both fists at her sides, so tempted to just turn around and give the two women a piece of her mind. She resisted the urge and picked up her pace; she didn't need any more trouble in this damn town.
(Memory Ends)
Marie shivered against the memories. As she closed the shade on the window, she sighed and reflected on the upcoming move. This place now held too much unpleasant energy so maybe moving away was going to be for the best.
Honestly, it had come to her as no surprise when her husband had accepted the new position with the New York City Police Department. The job transfer required relocation and the offer felt like a subtle way of asking them to leave town because they were no longer welcome there. However, the open feelings of hostility aside, which was more than reason enough to accept the transfer, the move could provide a fresh start. They had proceeded to put their house up for sale and were now preparing for the big move.
Marie twisted her wedding band around her finger in a distracted manner.
She walked over and sat on the small bed that hadn't been slept in for a year, placing the teddy bear back against the pillow. This stuffed animal had been Molly's favorite. More of the memories threatened to invade her thoughts but she knew she had no time to become lost within them or her emotions again. She felt tired but knew they also needed to finish all the packing and be on time for the move. The movers would eventually be here, and she had already been putting off packing up this room for weeks.
Marie sighed, surveying everything in its place for the final time. It was like time had frozen in here and she was having a very hard time bringing herself to strip away the last remnants to Molly that were left. Somewhere along the way, she had convinced herself that keeping the room completely intact offered some type of assurance that her daughter would return home safely. Since her daughter's disappearance last fall, Marie had also been experiencing the oddest sensations of Deja vu. Molly's vanishing had triggered these feelings of being out of place.
The cat jumped up on the bedspread and meowed.
"I know. I miss her too," Marie cooed, petting the cat again.
The cat purred loudly, and Marie's sorrow quickly turned to determination.
"But I promise we're going to get her back, okay?" she continued her one-way conversation with the black cat. "We have to."
Marie refused to give up hope. She turned her focus back to that inner strength that was starting to take root inside her again. She didn't know where it came from; however, it had gotten her through so much.
Before exiting the room for good, Marie turned around and took one final glance at everything before she closed the door on part of the past.
Time to get those boxes.
X
Underworld
The sound of a locked door unlatching and then opening could be heard echoing a far distance away.
Deep within the Underworld abyss, a dark cloaked figure entered a cavern and began pacing the space inside. His eyes examined every inch, every crack, every crevice until his gaze finally came to rest upon the two demonic guards on duty. They kept their own gaze lowered to the ground, a sign of obedience and subservience. The ornate pentagram design on the center of the robe revealed that the cloaked figure was a Triad. Or rather, the sole remaining survivor after the Ultimate Battle with The Charmed Ones. The Triad member hadn't come there alone. A young woman had accompanied him to the chamber, a place where she herself had once been held in secret as part of a much grander plan to destroy The Charmed Ones. After entering through the door, she stopped and stood watching the lone Triad member from a safe distance, her face emotionless.
In this moment, he felt seething anger.
The child was gone.
"Where is she?" he yelled, his anger boiling to life. "How is it possible that you've failed yet again?"
Both demonic guardsmen immediately pointed to each other before it dawned on them the accusation was not directed at either one of them. Instead, he was addressing the young woman.
"Excuse me?" she demanded, gritting her teeth.
"You've let her escape!" the Triad faced off with the young woman.
At the accusation, the young woman strode over to the remaining Triad with as much confidence as she could muster. Her icy brown stare was ablaze with fury and her golden shade of hair pulled back in a ponytail.
The guards cowered.
"The Brat," she spat, "had nothing to do with me. I'm not your babysitter!"
"You were charged to keep watch!"
The guards were witness to the verbal exchange holding facial expressions as hard as the rock cavern surrounding them.
"And I charged, them," she nodded over towards the guards, as her stare turned to face them, "to keep watch. She was obviously able to use her magic and get past these morons!" the young woman countered, as if what had happened should have been obvious.
"Yes, but if YOU had been watching like you should have been watching we could have avoided this!" he roared back in anger.
"No!" she refuted. "You should have just killed her! We didn't need her anymore."
The Triad member glared at the young woman and immediately brought an energy ball to life in the palm of his hand. "Perhaps I should just kill you. I don't think I need you anymore either," he sneered.
She had turned her back to him but still sensed his intentions. "Go ahead. Do it," she snorted, almost sounding bored by the prospect. "It won't be permanent anyway, but you already know that. Only the Ultimate Power can destroy us," she turned back around to face him again.
The Triad member stood confidently, fiery eyes intact, not backing down, his demeanor just daring her to say something further to set him off. He so desperately wished to be rid of her, but he knew she was correct. She was the daughter of a Triad, part demon, which meant that their deaths were never permanent because they were an unvanquishable breed of demons. First, they would resurrect in spirit form and then complete the transformation back into their physical bodies. The Ultimate Power was the only threat that stood in their way, and he was about to make sure the Charmed Ones never got a hold of it.
For months, Lana had masqueraded as Christy Jenkins.
"Yes, well," the Triad slowly lowered his hand allowing the energy ball to extinguish, "that doesn't save you from being banished from this collective," he threatened next. "After all, what use are you to us now?"
"How was I supposed to know I'd lose the powers after Billie vanquished me and how could I possibly know they'd be restored back to the kid?" she fired back heatedly.
"Killing the child was never an option," he challenged her. "Without her, there would have been no conduit to the powers."
"And like I said, I wasn't the one charged with guarding this chamber," she shifted narrowed eyes back at the two guards again.
Lana's gaze returned to the new life size energy ball forming inside the Triad's hand. His face was beet red from the anger he was now fully embracing, and, in that instant, he turned and hurled the powerful energy ball at the two guards. With no time to react, their wails were the last thing to be heard as they exploded into nothing.
The Triad snapped his fingers. Two new guards appeared. "You've just been hired. Try not to get fired."
The two new guards looked at the pile of dust next to them and then cleared their throats while staring straight ahead.
"We need the Ultimate Power," he declared. "Before the Charmed Ones are onto us."
"Don't you mean before they're onto it?" she countered, making reference to the true identity of the Ultimate Power.
"That too," the Triad affirmed.
Their only remaining advantage was that the Charmed Ones were under the mistaken belief that they had already eliminated the threat of it. However, little did they realize, the other Triad members would eventually be back, just like Lana, and they would start with their plans all over again; a plan to get their hands on this much coveted power.
"Well, perhaps you shouldn't have misled the others and then we wouldn't have wasted all that time on Billie," Lana's snark followed. "Besides, the Charmed Ones aren't a real threat anymore. They think we're dead, remember?" she rolled her eyes. "We're the threat."
"The Charmed Ones would already be dead if it hadn't been for your incompetency," he accused. It wasn't supposed to end up this way. The Ultimate Battle that went down six months ago should have been the final battle to end all battles. Dumain, Lana, and the rest of the Triad, how could they all have failed so miserably? They had been given the power they needed; they didn't need to know everything.
"Dumain failed," she argued. "I did what I was told to do."
"Yes, further proving my point," the Traid sneered at her. "You can't even think for yourself, let alone make any decisions that will actually make a plan work."
Lana flinched but quickly recovered from it. "Dumain underestimated Billie and the Charmed Ones. Not me."
A year ago, he had practically handed over the power that was necessary to defeat the Charmed Ones once and for all. The combined magical power coming from Billie Jenkins, and from little girl he had kidnapped, should have made Lana and Billie an unstoppable pair. He had almost been able to taste the victory, reveling in the ultimate destruction of the Charmed Ones. It was a long time coming and the whole reason he had recruited the Dogon demon to kidnap the child last year on All Hallows Eve. They had needed to tap into the child's magic on this special day. She hadn't come into her abilities yet and without the power from All Hallows Eve assisting, her magic would have remained undetected. But they had failed to defeat the Charmed Ones and now the child was gone too.
The remaining Triad member felt his impatience growing yet again. "Billie was your target to handle," he clenched his teeth.
"And I had Billie where I wanted her," Lana sighed. "The stupid Cupid ruined everything. And that damn ring," her voice reflected irritation, with the memory of the day she traveled back in time with Dumain to warn the Triad about the failed plan to use the Hollow.
Dumain had successfully gotten a hold of Cupid's ring, but it was too late and only after Piper had used it first to change the past.
"Lana?" the Triad interrupted to make his point clear. "You still would have died with or without the Cupid and his ring. Billie was the one who projected them back in time to you and to Dumain. Not the Cupid or his ring."
"Minor details," she rolled her eyes.
"She traded sides!" he reminded her. "You didn't have her at all!"
Lana grew silent.
"But you do make a point," he conceded. "We could have been had two of the sisters out of the way the first time around if that Cupid's ring hadn't interfered," he reflected with no ounce of regret for the sisters. "That was the closest the Underworld has ever come to eliminating the Charmed Ones for good."
The Triad member knew with the Charmed Ones eliminated they could have shifted their concentration onto the Twice-Blessed Generation. Right now, they were so few in numbers but with the future just looming around the corner, there would be many more.
"We need to figure out a way to make sure the Ultimate Power never comes to be," he began making alternate plans. "We need to be able to take it first."
The entire Underworld was in utter chaos with the quickly spreading news that the Triad had been vanquished once and for all and this left the remaining Triad member on high alert. Demons of all types were vying for power and making plays for it. It would be a long time before the Underworld was completely re-organized again. That was why he needed to remain in hiding until the time was right, but he planned to use the situation to his advantage.
"And how do you plan on accomplishing that?" Lana interrogated. "Billie's not the Ultimate Power."
"I know that," the Triad rolled his eyes at her. "But the Charmed Ones don't and that's all that matters."
He moved to leave the chamber, Lana following behind.
"I'm fairly confident not even the Elders, or their pathetic whitelighters, will interfere and stop us on this," he shared in condescension. "I can say with certainty that they don't want the Ultimate Power coming into play anymore than we do."
"You can't know that for sure!" Lana challenged. "Especially if they figure out, we're going after the power for ourselves."
"We get to the power before they know what's happening," he rebutted. "But Billie's no longer an option in getting to the Charmed Ones," he concluded.
"I wouldn't discount Billie's use just yet," Lana refuted. "We may still be able to use her to our advantage."
"No!" the Triad's thunderous rejection left no room for argument. "We're going to have to settle for taking out one of the sisters ourselves." An insidious smirk settled over the Triad's lips. "I know just the one." He released what sounded like evil laughter. "Then we'll take care of the remaining sisters one at a time."
Lana still had her own idea formulating.
"But that will only accomplish getting the sisters off our backs," she argued. "That doesn't stop the next generation from coming after us. They're going to possess Charmed power too."
"Yes, I know," the Triad member acknowledged her concern. "But one threat at a time my dear, Lana. Not all of the Twice-Blessed Generation exists yet and the ones that already do aren't even at their full potential. We still have time to stop them. It's the sisters we need to be concerned with first and foremost," he stressed.
They reached a magically protected cavern that allowed entry only to the Triad. Lana stopped and was allowed in only with his permission. He waved her in with an air of annoyance. A misty energy field disintegrated until she made it through and then it sprang back to life again. Anybody else passing by would only see miles of what appeared to be a wall made out of rock.
"Maybe," she relented. "I still want to go back for Billie. I have an idea that should work."
The Triad member couldn't refrain from rolling his eyes at what he considered to be an absurd suggestion. They no longer held the element of surprise as it pertained to using Billie. Lana caught his reaction, but she didn't let it phase her.
"This is no time to be getting caught up with petty revenge," he scolded her. "There is a much bigger picture here."
Lana stared. "Yeah, as much as I'd like to give Billie what's coming to her," she mocked, "that's not what I had in mind."
"And with all due respect, Billie thinks she's killed you," the Triad stated what was obvious. "She's already proven her loyalty to the Charmed Ones by projecting them back in time to you, Dumain, and the rest of the Triad. Do you honestly believe she's going to keep your 'miraculous' resurrection a secret from them? NO! I fail to see how that's to our advantage!" he spat back.
"But she wouldn't have to keep it a secret," Lana refuted, losing patience. "As far as Billie knows, I'm her sister. She believes that together we create this Ultimate Power. I can go back and convince her that 'our' power somehow saved me. She'll want to believe that I can still be saved. She won't be able to help but see me as the sister she lost," Lana argued. "And wants back. Isn't that part of mortal weakness? Or I'll think of something else but, either way, I may be able to gain her trust back!"
Billie.
The Charmed Ones were still alive and that was bad enough; however, Billie was yet another reason the Triad member was in such an uproar. With Billie's power back in the hands of the greater good, he considered her just as much a threat as the Charmed Ones. The debate on what to do about the situation played out inside his mind.
"Even if you can convince Billie, what's to stop the Charmed Ones from vanquishing you once they find out you're still alive? They won't be as apt to buy your resurrection story as easily as Billie may."
"Not right away," she agreed. "But that's where Billie comes into play."
"How so?" he pushed. He would not accept failure this time around.
"Billie and the sisters may be witches but, more importantly, they're human, right? Mortals!" Lana stressed. "Which means, at some point, their human emotion will always get in the way. Human emotion can be swayed, manipulated. That will be their downfall again. I'll pretend that I was being used all along or that it really wasn't me. They won't try and vanquish me unless they're absolutely sure about what happened."
"How can you be so sure of that?" the doubt was written all over the Triad member's face.
"Look, she's lost her sister. And her parents. So why wouldn't she want to believe there's still a chance that her long lost sister can still be saved? If I can pull that small glimmer of hope out of her, I could work to exploit it. I'll work on making Billie vulnerable by creating doubt within her, while you do what needs to be done with the Charmed Ones from here," Lana argued back.
The remaining Triad turned away from her, carefully considering her proposal before agreeing to it.
He reflected on the past.
He remembered how he had become a Triad himself. A year ago, he had located the young child with similar abilities to Wyatt, had successfully stripped her powers away during a ritual, and then offered them to Dumain and the Triad for 'Christy' (aka. Lana) to borrow. In exchange, he was to be immediately initiated as a Triad member. After the initiation, he patiently waited in the background for the demise of the Charmed Ones to pass. Now, he stood in control of making that happen and he vowed he would be successful. For this reason alone, the Triad member was willing to at least consider Lana's proposition.
Dumain.
This particular demon had one goal in mind before his own demise which was to capture the Ultimate Power and destroy the Charmed Ones. In exchange, he wanted to be initiated as a Triad member. It hadn't been a bad plan, but he definitely miscalculated his advantage. Dumain was an idiot. The Triad member uncovered that the Dogon had screwed up and kidnapped Billie's powerless sister, Christy Jenkins, instead of Billie. Why had the Triad waited so long to correct that mistake? Why decide to wait and lure Billie to her kidnapped sister later on? Billie could have developed her powers in the Underworld and been part of Team Evil from the very beginning.
Dumain had frequently used a time leaper throughout his time as a demon in order to help him locate any rival power bases. He would then either seek to acquire, work to exploit, or try to barter it away to his own advantage. The time leaper had apparently located the Jenkins for him and then he planted himself in the lives of the young Jenkins sisters, disguising himself as their imaginary friend. The rest of the Triad had orchestrated a plan to hire a Dogon demon who would snatch Billie on All Hallows Eve. Dumain believed Billie to be the Ultimate Power who could one day destroy the prophesied Charmed Ones and their progeny if he manipulated her development. However, when drawing his conclusions about Billie, he had been close to the truth while actually missing the mark.
Dumain had also been the first demon to successfully breach an apothecary of good magic and steal an ancient scroll. He always kept himself hidden within the shadows, allowing other demons to credit themselves with stealing it, in order to keep his identity a secret. This particular scroll was believed to prophesy the coming of a Twice-Blessed Child. Many centuries later, Wyatt Matthew Halliwell was born to a Charmed One and a former whitelighter. Around the time of his birth, Dumain had used two demons for hire, a male and female demon, to snatch baby Wyatt after he was born. Ultimately, the plan failed when he didn't get a hold of Wyatt or his power.
The Triad member was also aware that upon careful examination of the prophecy one would discover that its content actually revealed the destiny of an entire Twice-Blessed Generation, not just one child. It was said to reveal that a new generation would flourish through the Charmed line. Unfortunately for Dumain, he had screwed up in the translation during his blind quest to seize power.
I won't repeat his mistakes, the Triad member thought.
"Come on!" Lana pushed. "It's so simple, it's brilliant."
"Now careful, Lana," the Triad warned her. "Your arrogance can be your undoing. Clearly, you see how Dumain's over-zealousness sealed his fate."
"I'm not Dumain."
"So be it!" he finally yielded.
Then the Triad member approached Lana and was standing only inches from within her face before issuing his final warning.
"Do not fail again!" he ordered.
"I won't," she rolled her eyes and turned to leave.
"But Lana!"
Lana stopped in her tracks.
"If Billie or the Charmed Ones do find out that you're not the real Christy, that you never were, you're on your own. Don't ever think about double-crossing me and miscalculate that in doing so, you will somehow be sparing yourself. Because, well, let's just say that the Ultimate Power won't be the only thing you'll have to worry about coming after you," came his threat. "Do I make myself clear?"
Lana wasn't even intimidated. "Oh, crystal clear," she mocked. "How would they even find out? Unless you plan on exposing me to them?" she plastered on a fake smile.
"Go!" he ordered. He grew tired of dealing with her.
"But I'm going to need those powers again," she instructed before leaving. "You have to find that kid so we can get them back. I'll need them to shield me from Billie so that I can still pass for a witch. I can't exactly access my demonic powers in front of her, or any of them, without sending up a red flag."
"I am well aware but let me handle that," replied the Triad member. His mind was racing with all possible scenarios on how he could accomplish that particular task. "I know just the demon to track the child down," he settled on with ease.
The Triad was about to leave, and Lana was about to shimmer out from the Underworld. She stopped herself as a sudden thought struck her.
"Gideon?" she finally addressed the Triad by his real name.
"What now?" he gave her a sideways glance.
"I'm just curious about something since I never asked. What else do you get out of doing this?" she inquired. "You're already a Triad."
The former Elder, turned demon, stopped abruptly in his tracks. With his back turned to her and a far-off gleam in his eyes he responded in an even tone.
"Revenge!"
To Be Continued: Hehe. Okay, so this is the set-up to the rest of the story. Basically, for anyone who questioning it, I've just revealed that the Christy we saw from season 8 was never the real Christy at all. For the purposes of my story, I've revealed to you her real identity which is Lana. More about Lana and her history will pop up later on in other chapters. Knowing that fact is important/key, just so you don't get confused while reading, because there will be times that Lana still gets referenced as Christy. The real Christy's fate will be revealed too.