::Cole shimmers in and walks over to the mirror, checking himself out to make sure he is well-presented as ever. A glace at his watch shows him he is about to be running late. Quickly, he downs a glass of water before straightening his tie and shimmering to the Cavern.::

::Cole returns only twenty minutes after he left, his mind spinning with ideas.::

"I know both Justin and Andrea will be useful, but how can I make them the most useful? Justin... something to do with his power... a lure..."

(Perhaps I can cast a little something to connect both him and Phoebe with a false danger. That way I can wing deceit into their lives, make them vulnerable, kill him, fucking kill her, and her family, and get that goddamn book.)

"As for Andrea..."

::He thinks about what the informer was saying about the girl being in tears, and looking 'easy'. Not in that way. In the easy to manipulate way. After all, that's what Cole's best at.::

"I need to know if she's in a relationship right now... then screw her over like never before. She'll come running to the first person to offer comfort. And she'll bring her neat little power as well."

::Cole smiles to himself and pours a whiskey. Leaning against the cabinet, he sighs and sips.::

"Or..."

::Another plan begins to form in Cole's mind. Something that would become very profitable to him.::

"Yes... that's it..."

::Drinking some more of his whiskey, he sits down at his desk and gets to work scribing a spell. It takes a while as he crafts the words, but eventually he holds out his work and smiles proudly at it.::

"Perfect."

::Tucking the paper neatly into his pocket, he shimmers to the fallen angel statue.::

::Cole shimmers in from his little chat with Rebus the ghost at the fallen angel statue. He stalks over to his desk and lays out the paper with his spell on it.::

"Okay, Justin. Time for you to have a little vision...

Be it black or be it white
Send Justin a witch's fright
A vision of Paz being killed
Images of this his mind will fill
Set it at the angel crest
And let our witch work out the rest."

::Later in the day, Cole thanks the two warlock who brought him the two makeshift prison cells and installed them against the wall of his home. He is inspecting the interior of the cells, and throws a couple of energy balls against the iron bars to make sure they're not shoddy.::

"Fantastic."

::With a smirk, he shimmers to the fallen angel statue.::

::Arriving with the coffin containing Justin, Cole shimmers into one of the cells and stands, wondering whether he should attempt to wake the sleeping witch, or leave him be. Deciding on the latter, he uses a light energy ball to break the chain so that, with some work, Justin will be able to open the coffin for himself. Leaving the cell and locking the gate behind him, he gets a basin and fills it with boiling water, adding soap and a sponge. Placing it on the floor in front of a chair, he pours himself a brandy and sits down, facing the cell, waiting.::

::Justin moans as he wakes. He tries to sit up, hitting his already injured head on the coffin lid. Instincively he raises his hand to his throbbing temple. Feeling something moist, he pulls his hand back to find blood. Starting to panic, Justin flails about a bit and pushes at the lid of his prison, feeling as though he can't breathe.::

(Oh my God, I've been buried alive. Paz is a demon and I've been buried alive. No! No!)

"NO!"

::Pushing with all his might, Justin hears the chains rattle and fall to the floor. He opens the lid of the coffin and sits up, taking many choked breaths, trying to calm himself. He tries to stand up, but falls backwards into the coffin. He tries again and manages to hold himself up using the bars that make up the wall. He looks out, and sees Cole sitting comfortably, drinking his brandy.::

"Who the hell are you? Where the hell am I? Ow, Jesus..."

::He holds his pounding, bleeding head in his right hand and holds onto the bars with his left.::

::Cole smirks wickedly and leans back further.::

"Nice to see you're up, Justin. Looks like you've had rough day thus far."

::He gets up and places the basin at the bars of the cage so Justin can reach out for the sponge to clean himself up.::

"Can I get you a drink?"

::Justin glances down at the bowl on the floor and back up at Cole. He looks at him like he's lost his mind.::

"Are you insane? You know what you can get me? A hot steaming cup of get me the fuck out of here. Now open this door goddamn you!"

::Justin shakes the bars of the cell, only managing to knock himself to the ground with the force.::

(Just fucking wonderful.)

"Have it your way..."

::Cole gets up and turns away, before shimmering out to the location of Andrea.::

::Cole appears with Andrea lying in his arms. He carries her over to the second prison cell and plops her into the chair that lies waiting. Deftly, he snaps the handcuffs on the back of the chair around her wrists, deeming her helpless as her hands are trapped behind her back, and blindfolds her.::

"You can never be too sure with these damned telekinetics..."

::That done, he closes the door of the cells and steps back to admire his handiwork.::

"Aww, look at her, sleeping. So cute, so cute."

::Justin looks over to the unconcious and bound Andrea and back up at Cole. He grabs the sponge from the bowl of warm water and begins to clean his head wound, staring at the floor. When finished, he pulls out a bandage he'd put in his pocket earlier for just such an occasion. He wraps it around his head, stopping the bleeding. He then stands up, looking over at Cole.::

"I don't know what your plan is, demon, but I hate to foil it."

::Justin closes his eyes and recites a spell to escape.::

"Magic forces far and wide,
Take me on a magic ride.
Deliver me now far from here
Out of this cell, away from fear.
With this spell now hear my plea,
And as I will so mote it be!"

::Cole watches Justin with smiling eyes.::

"Like I wouldn't magic-proof these cages knowing the occupants would be wiccans. Somewhat dumb wiccans, as a matter of fact."

::Justin smiles an angry purse lipped smile at Cole.::

(Fuck.)

"Alright then Mr. Genius. Are you actually going to do something or just keep us locked up forever?"

::Cole steeples his fingers and crosses a leg over his knee.::

"Oh I have plans... as a matter of fact, I'm going to sell you. And I am going to prosper very much off you two, I believe. Are you sure you won't have a drink?"

::Justin's eyes widen with fear when Cole says "sell".::

"Sell us? Are you serious? To who? I've got to warn you, whipping me into submission is not going to be an easy task. Bastard."

(You know, I could use a drink. It'll clear your mind kiddo... or, if it's strong enough, make you forget where you are.)

"On second though, I'll take rum. A bottle of it."

::Cole laughs lightly and pours Justin a double. He places it on the floor near the bars and slides it over so Justin can reach for it.::

"Believe me, Justin, where you're going, you will do everything you're told. You'll have to. You'll have no choice."

::Glancing at his watch, Cole grimaces.::

"Ah they'll be hear soon to collect you... shame, I'm somewhat enjoying your company."

::Justin grabs the booze and downs it in one large gulp. He makes a face from teh taste and revels in the burning feeling as it hits his stomache. When he's finished, he sets the glass down on the floor and squints at Cole.::

"How do you know my name? Why would somebody want me anyway? It's not like my power is useful."

(Okee kid, keep the demon guy talking. We'll figure a way out of this.)

"It's not your power they're interested in. Heh, the mere fact that you're a witch is enough. That's what brings a thrill to the game. That's what brings the punters in time and time again..."

::He refills Justin's glass.::

"Drink up, Justin. You have a long day ahead of you."

::Justin looks down at the glass, and back up at Cole.::

(Okay, that's enough alcohol. You're going to need to be able to think this one through...)

"You have no idea how big."

::Grabbing the glass, Justin throws the oh so flamable alcohol on Cole and hurriedly pulls a small package of matches out of his pocket, lighting one and throwing it on Cole.::

::Andrea wakes up, drowsy from the chloroform, and has absolutely no idea what the hell is going on.::

::Cole jumped up when Justin splashed the rum all over his clean shirt, and anticipates the lit match just as it's thrown. Quickly, he claps his hands around the small flame with expert precision, extinguishing the match, narrowing his eyes at Justin.::

"Well aren't you a fiesty one?"

::He wipes off his shirt, but to no avail.::

"You witches are so messy, you know that? Dear oh dear. Andrea! You're awake! Welcome to your new career! Or, in a few minutes hopefully, if that little bastard gets here in time..."

::Justin looks over at Andrea, sympathy running through him, begetting anger in its wake. He stands, and looks at Cole, his eyes like daggers.::

(You can do this to me, but I won't let you harm another like this. Fucker.)

"Before this is all over, I plan on making much more of a mess. Much more."

::Cole pulls a mock frightened face.::

"Oh, I'm so terrified of the by with the premonitions!"

::He laughs and sighs.::

"I bet Andrea will cos a lot less trouble than you, boy, even though her power is greater by far."

::He opens the door to Andrea's cage and enters. Cupping her cheek, he slides his hand down her chin and smirks.::

"Isn't that right, Ands?"

"What's going on? Where am I?"

::She stuggles with her hands but finds she cannot move from the chair she's cuffed to. Panic begins to rise when she also cannot shake off the blindfold.::

"Fucking hell! Take this thing off, someone! Where am I? How did I..."

::Justin turns to Andrea, bitter anger in his voice.::

"You're being held hostage by some psycho demon. He plans to sell us. Don't bother trying a spell, it won't work. He's 'magic proofed' the cages we're in."

"And who the hell are you?"

::Andrea snarls defensively.::

"This is ridiculous! Can't a girl go walking alone in a large forest without getting kidnapped nowadays??"

"It's Justin. Remember, I kinda tried to save you and your... um.. lady friend back at the church? And just what were you doing wandering around the woods by yourself in the first place? There should be some kind of wiccan buddy system or something..."

::Justin sits on the floor and stares at Cole defiantly.::

"So, are we going to get this show on the road some time soon? I'm gettting bored."

::Blinks in and spots the two in the cages.::

"Ah, Belthazor, what have you for me?"

::Cole, now in demon form, stands up and hands a brandy to Nilim.::

"My two witches, Nilim. Justin and Andrea. Precog and telekinetic. Not that their powers matter... as you can see, they're both in top shape, and should give your business the little boost it's been yearning for."

"Excellent, excellent."

::Nilim takes a gulp of his drink and walks up to inspect the trapped witches.::

"So. Justin. You're pretty tough, are you?"

::Justin, trying to maintain his composure after watching Cole transform into his demon self, looks at Nilim in disgust, a glint of anger in his eye. He remains silent, knowig anything he says will only be used against him.::

(When I get out of here, I'm going to slit this motherfucker from stem to stern. Wow, that was violent. Question is, how the hell am I going to get out of here?)

::Nilim smirks and snaps his fingers. Two talisman necklaces appear around Justin and Andrea's necks, locking tightly. It is impossible to remove these and impossible to use magic. Any powers and/or spells will have NO EFFECT.::

"Well Belthazor shall I just take them off your hands?"

::Andrea chokes in shock as the talisman clamps around her neck, the cold metal catching her off-guard. She struggles to escape and feels a burst of hope when the blindfold becomes loose and eventually slips onto the ground. She turns her head and attempts to use her power on the cage door. Nothing. Remember that Justin said the dorrs were magic-proofed, she twists her head over her shoulder and tries to telekinetically unlock the handcuffs.::

(What the hell is going on? I know I'm not perfect at TK but sheesh... I'm desperate here!)

::Justin grabs at the talisman as it appears at his throat. He pulls with all the strength in him, but to no effect. He sighs and glares angrily at Nilim and Cole.::

"Who are you people? What do you want with us?"

(This is it. This is where my road ends.)

"We're just enterprising businessmen, my dear Justin."

::Belthazor smirks and ignites a huge rotating energy ball in his right hand. With his left, he unlocks the two cages.::

"Now. I want you to get in the same cage as her. No funny stuff, I will use this if you give me any trouble."

::Justin looks at Belthazor, eyeing the energyball and realizing that he's in no position to argue. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. He begins to walk into the cage, but, at the last minute, dives behind a conveniently placed couch. Seeing a sword in an artful arrangement on the wall, he grabs it and with all effort, launches it at Nilim, deciding him to the be most permanent threat.::

::The sword slides into Nilim's body and he chokes, making little gasps as his organs begin to malfunction. His blody falls backwards from the blade and there's a glowing light on the wound as it heals itself.::

"Now now little witch, don't get yourself deeper than you already are."

::He whacks Justin over the head and shoves him into the cage with Andrea.::

"I like this one. He's got a lot of fight."

:: Moony blinks into the penthouse, concealed from the of everyone present in the room. She peaks around the corner of the wall ::

(So that's Cole in his demon form. Nice. Impressive. Strong. I can just imagine those big, bulging arms--- Focus! He seems to have company. I wonder what he's up to.)

::Nilim holds up his own amulet around his neck.::

"You two take a good long look at this. It will for the most part control you. Every time I give this a squeeze with one of you in mind, you'll receive a pretty sharp electrical shock. Don't make me use it this early in the game huh?"

::He steps into the cage with Andrea and Justin.::

"Well Belthazor, we'll be on our way."