Shax looked around. Prue Halliwell and Piper Halliwell-Wyatt, 2/3 of the famous Charmed Ones, lay, unmoving, on the ground where he had throw them. The doctor, who he'd been trying to kill, lay dead in their house. He was pleased, and he knew the Source would be pleased too. Shax turned into the wind and blew out of the house, slamming the front door shut and breaking the stained glass windows in them. San Fransisco lay as still as it always did, not noticing the wind blowing around, as if happy. No one knew it was actually a demon.
Back in the Underworld, Phoebe Halliwell and Leo Wyatt were held prisoners in a tiny room, no bigger than a closet, and were being guarded by demons. Most watched Leo, as they could tell he was a whitelighter and didn't want him orbing out. But only one demon had his eye on Phoebe.
The demon was tall, and was one of the most infamous demons down there, that is, until he killed the Triad, an evil group that he was working for. Everyone was shocked, and he ran. He came back to the Underworld only a few weeks before, and everyone was watching him, afraid he had actually become good. He had fallen for a witch, a witch he was supposed to kill. She was one of the Charmed Ones, and he still loved her, at least, his human half did. He was beginning to feel more at home in the Underworld, and less and less like he belonged with her, in the mortal world. Then again, it may just be the spell Raynor, his old mentor, had put over him hadn't quite worn off. He didn't know for sure. He knew her sisters still had the potion to vanquish him with, and had seen him kill an innocent witch, so he had stayed away from the mortal world for a while, until it had blown over.
"Belthazor." The demon turned. Standing before him was the Source, the highest power on the dark side. Belthazor was surprised to see him away from his usual cavern. The Source lowered his voice before continuing. "The plan has worked. The sisters lay dying in their home as we speak. Shax has destroyed the Charmed Ones. What a victory. No one thought this day would come. And now it has." His face, though hidden by a dark veil, was obviously radiating joy. He thrived on the killing of witches. He turned to the guards. "Release the prisoners. We have no use for them now." He turned and walked out of the prison.
Belthazor snapped his fingers and Phoebe and Leo were released. Phoebe's normally shiny dark eyes were cloudy, and her face was smudged with dirt. Leo was comforting her, but even he looked bedraggled. His eyes were filled with tears, knowing his wife, Piper, lay dying in the mortal world. He orbed to the manor, with his arms around Phoebe, to see what damage Shax had done while they were prisoners.
The sight that greeted the two prisoners was a grim one. Prue and Piper lay dying in a pool of their own blood. Leo rushed over to where they lay, hoping against hope that they were still alive. He started healing both Piper and Prue, but when only one of his hands glowed gold he knew. He knew the Power of Three was broken forever, and that two lives would never be the same again. |
