Destiny Takes Its Toll, Rebooted

Chapter 19

The Source was annoyed… No, actually, he was just completely pissed off. He'd have thought by now that the Charmed Ones or Sons or Brats or whatever the giant fuck they went by would be dead by now. But instead of all that, they were getting…stronger? How the fuck was that even possible? He'd been pacing back and forth trying to come up with something that could bring those bastard boys down, but at this point, what could? 

He couldn't rely on the demons anymore, it was pointless. They'd just end up tapping into their precious power of three, which wasn't even fair by the way! The Charmed Ones were supposed to be for the females not the males so what the fuck did destiny make the brothers so special for?! 

“It's got to be time, right? Athulak would be ready to defeat those boys by now, he has to be.” Then after they died, the Source could use a powerful spell to take in their powers. After all, that's what he wanted more than ever. He couldn't care any less if Athulak dies in the process, he just wanted those powers and that stupid Book of Shadows they always had a hard time carrying around. 

The Source hadn't paid attention, but Laxo shimmered into the chamber and was watching the Source's little tangent. “Ahem, my Liege?”

The Source jumped up a foot or two before turning to face Laxo, “What the hell do you want?!” The man whined in a babyish tone, “Can't you see I'm trying to make a hard decision here, Laxo?”

The demon apologized, bowing his head respectfully, “I'm well aware, your highness, but I've received a message from Breos.”

The Source just looked at Laxo as if he'd said one of the most offensive things he could ever say to him. “What does that little traitor want?”

Laxo cleared his throat, “He wishes to let you know that the offer still stands, your evil highness. About a meeting with the evil witch?”

The Source balled his hands up in fists and started screaming in anger, “I…Don't…Fucking…CARE ABOUT THAT DAMN EVIL WITCH!” He screamed so loud that the chamber began to shake violently, but it soon settled down. The Source inhaled heavily and held it in several seconds before letting it back out. 

He turned his head at Laxo as a fireball began to form beside him in midair, “Laxo, my trusty little friend, I need answers. I need to know if I'm strong enough to kill those little cockroaching witches and be done with the Halliwell family for the rest of my reign.” the Source began to smack his head repeatedly and suddenly he snapped his fingers, “The Seer, fetch me the Seer!”

Laxo didn't even need to do anything, for the Seer already knew he'd been summoned. He materialized into the chamber and bowed, “How may I be of service to you, my Liege?”

The Source cracked his knuckles and started maniacally chuckling at the man, “Seer, my trustworthy friend,” just hearing this caused Laxo to roll his eyes, “I need you to give me a vision.  Tell me Athulak or I kill those Charmys, please.”

The Seer stood motionless for a few seconds before smiling. He bowed to the Source and his eyes started glowing a foggy eggshell color. The Source clapped his hands together, while approaching the Seer slowly. “I see an end to the side of good,” this alone caused the Source to cheer for joy, “of course the future is ever changing, things can always become different in the blink of an eye.”

The Source jumped up and down, clapped his hands and cheered, “I don't care, I am going to win!” He turned to Laxo and pointed right at him, “See, I told you I didn't need that stupid evil bitch, oh I mean, witch to help me!” The Source announced he'd be getting Athulak ASAP to make the final attack and if that didn't work, screw it! The Source would directly attack the brats himself! Flames danced around the Source and just like that, he was gone.