Destiny Takes Its Toll, Rebooted

Chapter 8

From the advice of his close associates, the Source decided to hold a small council from his chambers. A group of upper level demons sat around a table while the Source stood at the end. Everyone thought about how bored the man looked, and honestly, he was. Everything had been going smoothly up until the boys became the new Charmed Ones, but now everything was ruined. Now he needed to declare a war against the Charmed Ones and in the end, he needed to win. Besides, how amazing would it be to become the first ever evil being to completely wipe out all three witches? That would be an achievement all on its own. 

“First and foremost, I would like to thank each and every one of you for attending tonight's meeting.” The Source declared, trying his best to look happy about this, but for fucks sake he just wanted it to end. “By now, each of you has found out that the Charmed Ones have been reconstituted.”

“Uh, excuse me,” a demon spoke up as he tapped the table with his index finger, “Are we calling them the Charmed Ones, or Charmed Sons?” 

The Source just stared at the demon, then sighed, “What… what difference does it make?” 

“Well, I mean,” the demon shifted in his seat, “The Charmed Ones were referring to the sisters, right?” he asked as he looked around for whatever support he could, “So wouldn't the boys be called Charmed Sons?” 

The other demons just rolled their eyes and looked in different directions while the Source merely shrugged, “Call them what you wish, I just know we need to start banning together to take them out. Otherwise we're all dead.” 

“Well, you are.” A second demon spoke up, and she laughed, “Some of us have a choice whether or not to attack the Charmed… whatever you wanna call them. Others like myself will choose to torture and kill randoms in the streets.”

The Source rolled his eyes, “And what will happen when you fuck up, fail and the people you try to kill goes right to the witches?” 

The demon scoffed and sneered at the man, “I'll be careful! I always am.” 

“And what if you're not?” A voice asked, and the demons looked around to try to find the source of the voice. A demon. materialized into the room and surveyed the crowd. 

“Welcome, Seer.” The Source said, still seeming very bored. 

“See,” the female demon spoke up and smirked, “you have your oracle, psychic, whatever.” She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, “Now you can see for yourself whether your plans fail or not.” 

The Seer walked around the table to get a magical sense of the demons, the man smirked and chuckled darkly, “I can sense some of you are unsure of your leader, others are trustworthy, some of you… are not.” He watched the female demon roll her eyes. “But there's one thing we can agree on this,” he stopped walking and looked at each and every demon at the table, “The witches need to be taken out if we want to survive.” He looked over at the Source, nodded, and received one back. 

“Fine, fine!” The female demon placed her feet on the table, “What's your next plan?” 

The Source looked down at the table and thought about it. He could still send demon after demon after the boys, but what would be the right choice? He needed a powerful demon to go and receive intel. A demon who wouldn't be vanquished on the spot. Yeah, that actually sounded like a good idea. “We send a demon to spy on the witches. Someone who knows stealth, silence and… shadows.”