Post by adzpower on Sept 3, 2016 8:48:45 GMT -5
Charmed Reborn Chapter Seven: All Seeing Eye
Phoebe walked slowly around the park, she was about to get to the area she’d seen in her vision, the place where she saw Susan die.
She was in disguise, Susan’s orange coat and necklace as well as her hat, the goal was to make Sykes think that she was the innocent, but she could defend herself.
Leo had warned them against doing this, they didn’t have the power of three right now and Sykes was an upper level demon, but they did have Cole for extra fire power should they need it.
There it is, she thought, the old amphitheatre, she climbed the short stairway and walked onto the platform, acting like she was just checking her make-up when she felt a presence appear behind her.
She put her mirror away and kept walking, holding the coat tightly around her as some kind of sub-conscious safety net.
Then she heard his voice.
“Hello witch”.
Phoebe whirled around and came face to face with Sykes, she was momentarily startled, he looked so much like Belthazor, more so than her vision showed.
He pulled out an athame from his belt and made to swing it towards her, she grabbed his arm, flopped down on her back and threw him over her, he landed with a loud crack behind her.
She immediately stood at the same time as he did and jumped into the air, levitating just above his head before she used her trademark levitating kick to knock him back down.
“Now” she yelled.
Just behind Sykes, Cole and Piper shimmered in, Piper raised her arms and blew Sykes away into the bushes, dropping his athame as he fell, Phoebe grabbed it and sliced a chunk of flesh off his wrist.
He screamed in agony, “Stupid witch, I’ll get you for that!”
But Cole was ready for him, he shimmered in between Sykes and Phoebe and began launching energy balls at him, it was a furious assault but he managed to shimmer out of harm’s way.
“Damn it” Piper said as she approached Phoebe and Cole.
“It’s ok, the plan worked” Phoebe said comfortingly, holding up the flesh.
“Let’s get back to the manor, Susan will be safe with Leo”.
The trio shimmered out back to the manor to make the vanquishing potion.
The Year 740 BC
Lamia sat with her back to the wall, she was in trouble, she had defaced a royal statue in her mother’s courtyard, she was angry, she had been shut out of a meeting yet again, one that would determine what stupid man her mother was to steal away this time around. She could use her power to see but she liked to be surprised, the township they had settled in decades ago had been ripe for the picking, her mother always had her use her sight to see which town to conquer and make suffer.
But these days she was isolated, forbidden from taking a man of her own, lest she be competition for her beautiful mother, not only that but she had new servants and worshippers to fulfil her every need.
She looked down at the town, known as Asine, it was stunning, beautiful flowers and trees, it made her feel more free from her situation, something she needed to try and free herself from, if only she knew how, she was bound to her mother.
She had been born several centuries ago, one of her mother’s conquests had gotten her with child, and nine months later Lamia was born, she was said to have been a beautiful child, and now as a teenager she was even more beautiful, mocha skin and a voluptuous body, men desired her, but they could not have her.
The ground began to shake, Lamia jolted up, wondering what was going on, but she already knew, and now she would get it in the neck.
“Lamia!” her mother shrieked as she charged towards the teenager.
Lamia bowed her head, “Yes mother?”
Her mother’s hand whipped out, cupping her cheek, her nails digging into her face.
“Why didn’t you see this?!” she demanded.
Lamia smiled, and for her cheek she got a slap round the face.
“You dare defy me?” her mother whispered in her deadly voice.
“Now I will destroy this town and everyone in it, now that man has gotten married I cannot have him!”
Lamia pulled away from her mother. And spat blood out of her mouth onto the ground.
Her mother began to transform, her head pointing upwards as horns sprouted, scales grew over her skin, her eyes glowing red.
“You will pay for this my daughter!” her mother screamed as the ground shook again, cracking apart underneath them all the way down to the town.
Lamia sighed, another one bites the dust.
The town was ripped apart, Lamia could hear people screaming, wailing in terror, her mother just laughing in the centre of it all as she committed mass murder.
Her mother’s servants dropped to their knees, raised their arms and begun to chant.
“Praise Hecate!” they shrieked as the ground blew apart beneath them, sucking them into the void.
The potion exploded in Piper’s face, you’d think she’d have learnt by now, but no, always a glutton for punishment.
“Huh, look at this” Phoebe said, bringing the book of shadows over, she pointed out a page to Piper, it read “To stop a lover’s heart”.
“Seems a little….dark for us right?” She asked.
“Probably one of Grams’” Piper giggled.
Phoebe smirked, she had been noticing a lot of strange spells and potions in the book lately, maybe she’d just never noticed them before, or maybe ancestors of theirs had been adding them, still though, it was odd she thought.
The Year 1350
“We picked the wrong town my daughter, this country is ravaged by disease” Hecate spat as she walked through the town of Paris with her entourage.
Everywhere they looked the homeless slept in doorways, in alleyways, it was impossible to avoid them, which greatly angered her mother.
Lamia knew the only reason they’d come here was so that her mother could court the King of France, she wanted power, and right now she thought she could get it from the king, it was said that he would soon be married, and Hecate would stop at nothing to get in the way of that. Luckily for the King, Lamia would stop at nothing to make sure her mother didn’t meet her accomplishment. After the stunt she had pulled back in Greece all those centuries ago, Hecate had sentenced Lamia to two hundred years of imprisonment in the underworld. Trapped in one of The Source’s dungeons along with some of the foulest creatures in creation. She thought that maybe once free she could escape her mother, but there she was waiting for her when she returned above ground, ready to move onto their next conquest.
She wondered if she’d ever be free to go her own way. One day, maybe.
France was in suffering right now, at war with Britain and engulfed with The Black Plague, Lamia detested the place, whilst her mother revelled in the destruction, she tried to deny it but Lamia could see it in her eyes, she was in her element.
“Now, Lamia, be a dear, use your sight, tell me when the wedding is” Hecate demanded.
Lamia smiled, “About an hour ago, I’m sure they’re on their way to a nice honeymoon right about now”.
Hecate’s followers gasped.
“What did you say!?” Hecate seethed.
Lamia just laughed, maybe she’d be imprisoned again, but it was so worth it to see her mother like this, two centuries in a cage without her mother was better than a moment with her as far as she was concerned.
The ground began to shake, here we go again Lamia thought.
“Oh mother, get some new tricks” Lamia purred.
The ground stopped shaking.
“Like the ones I’ve picked up” she carried on.
“Oh really” Hecate giggled.
“Like what?”
“Like this!” Lamia yelled as she lunged at her mother with a knife.
Her mother grabbed the knife from Lamia’s hand and kicked her daughter to the ground.
“This?” her mother asked, unimpressed.
“It’s not just any knife, forged in Italy by zealots, it has the power to seal you away!” Lamia shouted as she rose up and punched her mother round the face, sending her crumpling onto the floor.
Her mother rose, her eyes glowing red from fury.
“Where did you get that?” she asked in her deadly whisper.
“The Order of the Stephanine Cross” Lamia replied.
Hecate’s eyes widened, “Those fools?” she asked, snarling.
Lamia nodded, knowing she had gotten to her mother, she thought herself invincible, and now to know that she had a weakness, it made this moment even sweeter.
“You little bitch” she whispered.
“You are no daughter of mine, I hereby banish you from my presence, if I see you again, I’ll kill you” Hecate said.
She rose her arm and threw the dagger into the sky, it went soaring into the stars, going somewhere nobody knew as Hecate used all her strength to send it across land and sea.
Hecate turned from her daughter.
“Come!” she yelled at her followers as she marched off into the moonlight.
Lamia smiled, she was free.
Prue rushed her way through the airport, as soon as she had safely gotten Will back to the hotel she had gotten Mr Corso, her boss to book her a flight straight back home because of a family emergency, she didn’t know what it was, but the way Leo sounded made it seem like her sisters were in trouble. She’d never forgive herself if she had been living it up on a foreign country whilst her sisters battled evil without her. She hailed a taxi and jumped in, eager to get home and see what the problem was.
The Year 1660
Lamia had spent the last few centuries on her own, by her own admittance, it hadn’t gone terribly well, she had made it out of France and onto a ship that set sail for the new world, and here she was in Salem, Massachusetts, not a great place for those who were magical right now, but still she felt some peace here.
She had travelled the world, using her visions as a way to make some money, not always telling the truth, how many people really wanted to hear that they would soon be dead? Not many. So she bent the truth sometimes, the more glamorous she made it sound, the bigger the tip.
She wouldn’t dare use her services here though, not with all the witch hunters about, she wasn’t a witch but humans couldn’t tell the difference, most of them were fools.
She hadn’t seen her mother in three centuries, sometimes she wondered where she was, what she was doing, not that she cared much anymore, she just missed ruining her plans more than anything.
The truth was that here she was treated like a slave, her skin colour made sure of that, humans had a strange concept of race that those from the underworld didn’t share. But she got on with it, her family was fairly nice and had given her comfortable quarters in the backyard of their cottage.
But soon she would leave. She hated to stay in one place for too long. Those with power could rarely stay still for long.
She was making her rounds, on the way to the town market to get food for tonight’s meal, she had told the family she would be cooking lamb, hopefully she had enough money for it.
She made her way through the woods when all of a sudden a large, gale force wind seemed to literally appear out of thin air, sending her and her basket flying into a tree, she attempted to stand but the wind held her there, keeping her still. She was scared, for a horrible moment she thought her mother had returned for her, but she looked up, this was something else, someone else.
A figure formed in front of her eyes, made from the wind itself.
A demon, a powerful one at that, she could feel the evil aura dripping off him like he were made of water, or in this case, air. He had large wings that surrounded his being, this was for sure an ancient demon.
“Stand” he commanded.
Lamia did as she was told.
“I have need of your services child”.
“I am not a child” Lamia snarled.
“You are to me” the being replied.
Lamia turned her head. The demon chuckled.
“I like the fierce ones” the demon said, licking his lips.
Lamia cringed, forcing herself to fully face him.
“What is it you want?” she asked him.
“My name is Pazuzu, and I only ask that you look into the future for me”.
“Why me?” she wondered.
“I asked around the underworld, seemed like you were the most powerful Seer above ground who wouldn’t try to kill me” he winked.
“You would surely destroy them in an instant?” Lamia questioned.
“Besides, I am no Seer”.
“There are beings, believe it or not, that are far stronger than I am, anyway, you see the past, present and future yes?” Pazuzu asked.
“Yes” Lamia admitted.
“Then you’re a Seer, except it and move on” he said brazenly.
Lamia folded her arms, unimpressed.
She thought for a moment, she may as well do as he asked, he had far more power than she did, she didn’t have the leverage here to refuse. She shrugged her shoulders loose.
“Anything specific?” Lamia asked.
“There is a girl, in town, red hair, her name is Charlotte Warren”.
“Fate seems to converge around her for some reason, like the world is just waiting for her destiny to begin”.
Lamia shut her eyes and concentrated, she opened them, they had become pure white as she searched the future for this girl.
“I see many possible futures, ones involving light, ones involving dark, you’re correct in what you say, many paths lie ahead for this girl, but they all start the same way”.
Lamia returned from her visions and looked Pazuzu dead in the face.
“This girl will be responsible for bringing forth the end of evil kind as we know it”.
“Not her personally, but her descendants”.
Pazuzu nodded, “Then I must kill her”.
“You can’t!” Lamia shouted.
Pazuzu didn’t look happy.”
“If what you say is true, then I must do so!” he shrieked.
“If you do then a far greater good will take her place, ensuring our destruction!”
Pazuzu stared for a moment before accepting the truth.
“Fine, I will leave the girl, thank you for your help, one day, I will repay the favour”, and with that he vanished into thin air, a bursting hot wind cutting snakes through the air.
Lamia smiled, she certainly knew how to bend the truth when it came to her visions. And now, she was learning to do it in her own favour.
“Leo!” Piper called.
Her husband orbed into the living room with Susan. Her, Phoebe and Cole had decided to re-use the plan from earlier, except this time using the real Susan, it was risky, but they had to lure Sykes out of hiding somehow before he found a new target.
“Piper how could you be so reckless?” Leo asked.
“Anything could go wrong”.
“Don’t worry sweetie we’ll be fine, it’s not like this our first rodeo”.
“I guess” Leo conceded.
“Looking for me?” a voice said behind them, it was Sykes.
“Ok, Leo, go!” Piper yelled as he and Susan orbed out.
Sykes shimmered behind Piper and plunged his knife into her lower back.
“No!” Phoebe yelled as she ran to her sister, levitated over the sofa and kicked Sykes in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Phoebe landed beside Piper and tried to cover the wound.
“Its ok honey, I’ve got you” she said.
The Year 1670
The town of Salem was in chaos, armed men riding around on horses, killing with no objections. Lamia ran out of her master’s house, careful to stay in the shadows. She wondered what on Earth was going on.
She ran down an alley and bumped into a servant girl. She grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back against the wall.
“Unhand me foul woman!” the girl screeched.
“Shut up fool!” Lamia snarled.
“Tell me what is going on!” she demanded.
The girl stuttered, frightened.
“Now!” Lamia yelled in her face.
“Three women, three witches helped another witch escape imprisonment from the Cobb house, the town is in ruins, witches running free, using their magic, the towns folk are scared” the girl sobbed into Lamia’s shoulder.
Lamia cringed and snapped the girl’s neck, she loathed simpletons.
That was her favourite way to kill, no mess.
She ran down to the back of the alley, trying to find a way to escape, if there were true witches here she needed to escape, if they sensed a demon nearby they’d try to vanquish her.
As she reached the end she found a tall wooden wall, Lamia cursed, she couldn’t get through this without something to cut it down with, a saw maybe.
But she had no need of it, a fiery portal opened up, engulfed in flame and ash, Lamia was pulled towards it and sucked in and spat out on the other side.
She opened her eyes, she was laying on sand, she slowly rose to her feet and gasped when she realised who was standing in front of her, even if she couldn’t sense his power she’d know it was him. The newly crowned Source of all Evil. He was terrifying, even worse, he was smiling, which made his grotesque appearance rival that of her mothers.
He spoke loud and clear.
“I hear you have need of a job”.
“What kind of job?” Lamia asked.
“One in which I can provide you with great power, a Seer”.
Lamia smiled deviously, her vision was coming true, now it was just a matter of time. She was good at waiting.
Cole launched into action, throwing an energy ball into Sykes face, sending him crashing through the front door, a moment later he came flying back through the door.
“Huh?” Cole wondered aloud.
But then he saw Prue coming up the steps, fury in her face as she spotted Piper crumpled on the floor.
She waved her arm again and sent Sykes flying into the wall above the stairs, leaving him semi-conscious.
“Phoebe now!” Cole yelled.
Phoebe stood and threw the potion at Sykes feet, he stood slowly as he was engulfed in flame, he looked to his left towards Cole.
“Such a disappointment Belthazor” and exploded into ash.
Prue ran forward yelling Leo’s name as she did, he orbed down with Susan and ran to Piper, his hands already glowing by the time he reached her.
She sat up and groaned.
Prue breathed a sigh of relief before punching both her sisters on the arm.
Phoebe’s head whipped around.
“Touch me again bitch and I’ll end you!” she snarled.
Prue flinched.
Piper sighed.
Cole frowned.
Phoebe looked embarrassed.
“Sorry Prue, just been a long day is all, not had much sleep”.
“It’s ok Phoebs, we all have our moments” Prue said.
“But seriously, next time you’re in trouble, just call me”.
The Year 1998
The Seer hurried to her chambers, she was excited, exhilarated, she had found them, The Charmed Ones, or at least, some other servants to The Source had found them, those two warlocks, she laughed out loud, unable to help herself, she’d still have to wait for her plan to be carried out. But ultimate power would soon be in her grasp.
As she walked around her chambers she came to the well in the centre of the room, noticing something. The Seer gasped, it was the dagger of the Stephanine Cross, but how did it get here? There was a small note attached.
“Found this floating through the winds, thought maybe you could find some use for it”
- Pazuzu
The Seer picked up the dagger and smiled, she knew just where to send it, she threw it down into the well, which she used to transport things, and sent it into the hands of a priest in San Francisco.
End of Chapter Seven, stay tuned for Chapter Eight: “Hurricane Shax”.
Phoebe walked slowly around the park, she was about to get to the area she’d seen in her vision, the place where she saw Susan die.
She was in disguise, Susan’s orange coat and necklace as well as her hat, the goal was to make Sykes think that she was the innocent, but she could defend herself.
Leo had warned them against doing this, they didn’t have the power of three right now and Sykes was an upper level demon, but they did have Cole for extra fire power should they need it.
There it is, she thought, the old amphitheatre, she climbed the short stairway and walked onto the platform, acting like she was just checking her make-up when she felt a presence appear behind her.
She put her mirror away and kept walking, holding the coat tightly around her as some kind of sub-conscious safety net.
Then she heard his voice.
“Hello witch”.
Phoebe whirled around and came face to face with Sykes, she was momentarily startled, he looked so much like Belthazor, more so than her vision showed.
He pulled out an athame from his belt and made to swing it towards her, she grabbed his arm, flopped down on her back and threw him over her, he landed with a loud crack behind her.
She immediately stood at the same time as he did and jumped into the air, levitating just above his head before she used her trademark levitating kick to knock him back down.
“Now” she yelled.
Just behind Sykes, Cole and Piper shimmered in, Piper raised her arms and blew Sykes away into the bushes, dropping his athame as he fell, Phoebe grabbed it and sliced a chunk of flesh off his wrist.
He screamed in agony, “Stupid witch, I’ll get you for that!”
But Cole was ready for him, he shimmered in between Sykes and Phoebe and began launching energy balls at him, it was a furious assault but he managed to shimmer out of harm’s way.
“Damn it” Piper said as she approached Phoebe and Cole.
“It’s ok, the plan worked” Phoebe said comfortingly, holding up the flesh.
“Let’s get back to the manor, Susan will be safe with Leo”.
The trio shimmered out back to the manor to make the vanquishing potion.
The Year 740 BC
Lamia sat with her back to the wall, she was in trouble, she had defaced a royal statue in her mother’s courtyard, she was angry, she had been shut out of a meeting yet again, one that would determine what stupid man her mother was to steal away this time around. She could use her power to see but she liked to be surprised, the township they had settled in decades ago had been ripe for the picking, her mother always had her use her sight to see which town to conquer and make suffer.
But these days she was isolated, forbidden from taking a man of her own, lest she be competition for her beautiful mother, not only that but she had new servants and worshippers to fulfil her every need.
She looked down at the town, known as Asine, it was stunning, beautiful flowers and trees, it made her feel more free from her situation, something she needed to try and free herself from, if only she knew how, she was bound to her mother.
She had been born several centuries ago, one of her mother’s conquests had gotten her with child, and nine months later Lamia was born, she was said to have been a beautiful child, and now as a teenager she was even more beautiful, mocha skin and a voluptuous body, men desired her, but they could not have her.
The ground began to shake, Lamia jolted up, wondering what was going on, but she already knew, and now she would get it in the neck.
“Lamia!” her mother shrieked as she charged towards the teenager.
Lamia bowed her head, “Yes mother?”
Her mother’s hand whipped out, cupping her cheek, her nails digging into her face.
“Why didn’t you see this?!” she demanded.
Lamia smiled, and for her cheek she got a slap round the face.
“You dare defy me?” her mother whispered in her deadly voice.
“Now I will destroy this town and everyone in it, now that man has gotten married I cannot have him!”
Lamia pulled away from her mother. And spat blood out of her mouth onto the ground.
Her mother began to transform, her head pointing upwards as horns sprouted, scales grew over her skin, her eyes glowing red.
“You will pay for this my daughter!” her mother screamed as the ground shook again, cracking apart underneath them all the way down to the town.
Lamia sighed, another one bites the dust.
The town was ripped apart, Lamia could hear people screaming, wailing in terror, her mother just laughing in the centre of it all as she committed mass murder.
Her mother’s servants dropped to their knees, raised their arms and begun to chant.
“Praise Hecate!” they shrieked as the ground blew apart beneath them, sucking them into the void.
The potion exploded in Piper’s face, you’d think she’d have learnt by now, but no, always a glutton for punishment.
“Huh, look at this” Phoebe said, bringing the book of shadows over, she pointed out a page to Piper, it read “To stop a lover’s heart”.
“Seems a little….dark for us right?” She asked.
“Probably one of Grams’” Piper giggled.
Phoebe smirked, she had been noticing a lot of strange spells and potions in the book lately, maybe she’d just never noticed them before, or maybe ancestors of theirs had been adding them, still though, it was odd she thought.
The Year 1350
“We picked the wrong town my daughter, this country is ravaged by disease” Hecate spat as she walked through the town of Paris with her entourage.
Everywhere they looked the homeless slept in doorways, in alleyways, it was impossible to avoid them, which greatly angered her mother.
Lamia knew the only reason they’d come here was so that her mother could court the King of France, she wanted power, and right now she thought she could get it from the king, it was said that he would soon be married, and Hecate would stop at nothing to get in the way of that. Luckily for the King, Lamia would stop at nothing to make sure her mother didn’t meet her accomplishment. After the stunt she had pulled back in Greece all those centuries ago, Hecate had sentenced Lamia to two hundred years of imprisonment in the underworld. Trapped in one of The Source’s dungeons along with some of the foulest creatures in creation. She thought that maybe once free she could escape her mother, but there she was waiting for her when she returned above ground, ready to move onto their next conquest.
She wondered if she’d ever be free to go her own way. One day, maybe.
France was in suffering right now, at war with Britain and engulfed with The Black Plague, Lamia detested the place, whilst her mother revelled in the destruction, she tried to deny it but Lamia could see it in her eyes, she was in her element.
“Now, Lamia, be a dear, use your sight, tell me when the wedding is” Hecate demanded.
Lamia smiled, “About an hour ago, I’m sure they’re on their way to a nice honeymoon right about now”.
Hecate’s followers gasped.
“What did you say!?” Hecate seethed.
Lamia just laughed, maybe she’d be imprisoned again, but it was so worth it to see her mother like this, two centuries in a cage without her mother was better than a moment with her as far as she was concerned.
The ground began to shake, here we go again Lamia thought.
“Oh mother, get some new tricks” Lamia purred.
The ground stopped shaking.
“Like the ones I’ve picked up” she carried on.
“Oh really” Hecate giggled.
“Like what?”
“Like this!” Lamia yelled as she lunged at her mother with a knife.
Her mother grabbed the knife from Lamia’s hand and kicked her daughter to the ground.
“This?” her mother asked, unimpressed.
“It’s not just any knife, forged in Italy by zealots, it has the power to seal you away!” Lamia shouted as she rose up and punched her mother round the face, sending her crumpling onto the floor.
Her mother rose, her eyes glowing red from fury.
“Where did you get that?” she asked in her deadly whisper.
“The Order of the Stephanine Cross” Lamia replied.
Hecate’s eyes widened, “Those fools?” she asked, snarling.
Lamia nodded, knowing she had gotten to her mother, she thought herself invincible, and now to know that she had a weakness, it made this moment even sweeter.
“You little bitch” she whispered.
“You are no daughter of mine, I hereby banish you from my presence, if I see you again, I’ll kill you” Hecate said.
She rose her arm and threw the dagger into the sky, it went soaring into the stars, going somewhere nobody knew as Hecate used all her strength to send it across land and sea.
Hecate turned from her daughter.
“Come!” she yelled at her followers as she marched off into the moonlight.
Lamia smiled, she was free.
Prue rushed her way through the airport, as soon as she had safely gotten Will back to the hotel she had gotten Mr Corso, her boss to book her a flight straight back home because of a family emergency, she didn’t know what it was, but the way Leo sounded made it seem like her sisters were in trouble. She’d never forgive herself if she had been living it up on a foreign country whilst her sisters battled evil without her. She hailed a taxi and jumped in, eager to get home and see what the problem was.
The Year 1660
Lamia had spent the last few centuries on her own, by her own admittance, it hadn’t gone terribly well, she had made it out of France and onto a ship that set sail for the new world, and here she was in Salem, Massachusetts, not a great place for those who were magical right now, but still she felt some peace here.
She had travelled the world, using her visions as a way to make some money, not always telling the truth, how many people really wanted to hear that they would soon be dead? Not many. So she bent the truth sometimes, the more glamorous she made it sound, the bigger the tip.
She wouldn’t dare use her services here though, not with all the witch hunters about, she wasn’t a witch but humans couldn’t tell the difference, most of them were fools.
She hadn’t seen her mother in three centuries, sometimes she wondered where she was, what she was doing, not that she cared much anymore, she just missed ruining her plans more than anything.
The truth was that here she was treated like a slave, her skin colour made sure of that, humans had a strange concept of race that those from the underworld didn’t share. But she got on with it, her family was fairly nice and had given her comfortable quarters in the backyard of their cottage.
But soon she would leave. She hated to stay in one place for too long. Those with power could rarely stay still for long.
She was making her rounds, on the way to the town market to get food for tonight’s meal, she had told the family she would be cooking lamb, hopefully she had enough money for it.
She made her way through the woods when all of a sudden a large, gale force wind seemed to literally appear out of thin air, sending her and her basket flying into a tree, she attempted to stand but the wind held her there, keeping her still. She was scared, for a horrible moment she thought her mother had returned for her, but she looked up, this was something else, someone else.
A figure formed in front of her eyes, made from the wind itself.
A demon, a powerful one at that, she could feel the evil aura dripping off him like he were made of water, or in this case, air. He had large wings that surrounded his being, this was for sure an ancient demon.
“Stand” he commanded.
Lamia did as she was told.
“I have need of your services child”.
“I am not a child” Lamia snarled.
“You are to me” the being replied.
Lamia turned her head. The demon chuckled.
“I like the fierce ones” the demon said, licking his lips.
Lamia cringed, forcing herself to fully face him.
“What is it you want?” she asked him.
“My name is Pazuzu, and I only ask that you look into the future for me”.
“Why me?” she wondered.
“I asked around the underworld, seemed like you were the most powerful Seer above ground who wouldn’t try to kill me” he winked.
“You would surely destroy them in an instant?” Lamia questioned.
“Besides, I am no Seer”.
“There are beings, believe it or not, that are far stronger than I am, anyway, you see the past, present and future yes?” Pazuzu asked.
“Yes” Lamia admitted.
“Then you’re a Seer, except it and move on” he said brazenly.
Lamia folded her arms, unimpressed.
She thought for a moment, she may as well do as he asked, he had far more power than she did, she didn’t have the leverage here to refuse. She shrugged her shoulders loose.
“Anything specific?” Lamia asked.
“There is a girl, in town, red hair, her name is Charlotte Warren”.
“Fate seems to converge around her for some reason, like the world is just waiting for her destiny to begin”.
Lamia shut her eyes and concentrated, she opened them, they had become pure white as she searched the future for this girl.
“I see many possible futures, ones involving light, ones involving dark, you’re correct in what you say, many paths lie ahead for this girl, but they all start the same way”.
Lamia returned from her visions and looked Pazuzu dead in the face.
“This girl will be responsible for bringing forth the end of evil kind as we know it”.
“Not her personally, but her descendants”.
Pazuzu nodded, “Then I must kill her”.
“You can’t!” Lamia shouted.
Pazuzu didn’t look happy.”
“If what you say is true, then I must do so!” he shrieked.
“If you do then a far greater good will take her place, ensuring our destruction!”
Pazuzu stared for a moment before accepting the truth.
“Fine, I will leave the girl, thank you for your help, one day, I will repay the favour”, and with that he vanished into thin air, a bursting hot wind cutting snakes through the air.
Lamia smiled, she certainly knew how to bend the truth when it came to her visions. And now, she was learning to do it in her own favour.
“Leo!” Piper called.
Her husband orbed into the living room with Susan. Her, Phoebe and Cole had decided to re-use the plan from earlier, except this time using the real Susan, it was risky, but they had to lure Sykes out of hiding somehow before he found a new target.
“Piper how could you be so reckless?” Leo asked.
“Anything could go wrong”.
“Don’t worry sweetie we’ll be fine, it’s not like this our first rodeo”.
“I guess” Leo conceded.
“Looking for me?” a voice said behind them, it was Sykes.
“Ok, Leo, go!” Piper yelled as he and Susan orbed out.
Sykes shimmered behind Piper and plunged his knife into her lower back.
“No!” Phoebe yelled as she ran to her sister, levitated over the sofa and kicked Sykes in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Phoebe landed beside Piper and tried to cover the wound.
“Its ok honey, I’ve got you” she said.
The Year 1670
The town of Salem was in chaos, armed men riding around on horses, killing with no objections. Lamia ran out of her master’s house, careful to stay in the shadows. She wondered what on Earth was going on.
She ran down an alley and bumped into a servant girl. She grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back against the wall.
“Unhand me foul woman!” the girl screeched.
“Shut up fool!” Lamia snarled.
“Tell me what is going on!” she demanded.
The girl stuttered, frightened.
“Now!” Lamia yelled in her face.
“Three women, three witches helped another witch escape imprisonment from the Cobb house, the town is in ruins, witches running free, using their magic, the towns folk are scared” the girl sobbed into Lamia’s shoulder.
Lamia cringed and snapped the girl’s neck, she loathed simpletons.
That was her favourite way to kill, no mess.
She ran down to the back of the alley, trying to find a way to escape, if there were true witches here she needed to escape, if they sensed a demon nearby they’d try to vanquish her.
As she reached the end she found a tall wooden wall, Lamia cursed, she couldn’t get through this without something to cut it down with, a saw maybe.
But she had no need of it, a fiery portal opened up, engulfed in flame and ash, Lamia was pulled towards it and sucked in and spat out on the other side.
She opened her eyes, she was laying on sand, she slowly rose to her feet and gasped when she realised who was standing in front of her, even if she couldn’t sense his power she’d know it was him. The newly crowned Source of all Evil. He was terrifying, even worse, he was smiling, which made his grotesque appearance rival that of her mothers.
He spoke loud and clear.
“I hear you have need of a job”.
“What kind of job?” Lamia asked.
“One in which I can provide you with great power, a Seer”.
Lamia smiled deviously, her vision was coming true, now it was just a matter of time. She was good at waiting.
Cole launched into action, throwing an energy ball into Sykes face, sending him crashing through the front door, a moment later he came flying back through the door.
“Huh?” Cole wondered aloud.
But then he saw Prue coming up the steps, fury in her face as she spotted Piper crumpled on the floor.
She waved her arm again and sent Sykes flying into the wall above the stairs, leaving him semi-conscious.
“Phoebe now!” Cole yelled.
Phoebe stood and threw the potion at Sykes feet, he stood slowly as he was engulfed in flame, he looked to his left towards Cole.
“Such a disappointment Belthazor” and exploded into ash.
Prue ran forward yelling Leo’s name as she did, he orbed down with Susan and ran to Piper, his hands already glowing by the time he reached her.
She sat up and groaned.
Prue breathed a sigh of relief before punching both her sisters on the arm.
Phoebe’s head whipped around.
“Touch me again bitch and I’ll end you!” she snarled.
Prue flinched.
Piper sighed.
Cole frowned.
Phoebe looked embarrassed.
“Sorry Prue, just been a long day is all, not had much sleep”.
“It’s ok Phoebs, we all have our moments” Prue said.
“But seriously, next time you’re in trouble, just call me”.
The Year 1998
The Seer hurried to her chambers, she was excited, exhilarated, she had found them, The Charmed Ones, or at least, some other servants to The Source had found them, those two warlocks, she laughed out loud, unable to help herself, she’d still have to wait for her plan to be carried out. But ultimate power would soon be in her grasp.
As she walked around her chambers she came to the well in the centre of the room, noticing something. The Seer gasped, it was the dagger of the Stephanine Cross, but how did it get here? There was a small note attached.
“Found this floating through the winds, thought maybe you could find some use for it”
- Pazuzu
The Seer picked up the dagger and smiled, she knew just where to send it, she threw it down into the well, which she used to transport things, and sent it into the hands of a priest in San Francisco.
End of Chapter Seven, stay tuned for Chapter Eight: “Hurricane Shax”.
