You'll find me, The Source Of All Evil in this chamber. Do not disturb me unless I have sent for you. You wouldn't want to incur my wrath now, would you?

The Source calls Blaze to His Lair.

::Blaze shimmers in. After a hestitant second, he bows slightly before the source and rises back up, looking at one of the demonic guards near him with an uneasy eye.::

"You wished to see me, my liege?"

(Just... Don't panic...)

"Blaze, ah, one of my most exciting... you are filled with potential. I wish you to train your powers. I know you have already signed up for the Arena, and I want you to strive to win every battle you come up against there. Your goal is to become one of Nilim's official fighters. With that, comes great power, strength, and status. What do you say?"

::Blaze considers his options carefully.::

(What should I say here? Yes? No?)

"I... Believe I do..."

(Or do I?)

(I wonder if he knows I can read his mind... still. Better let him play the way he wants to.)

"Wise choice, Blaze. I shall send instruction to Nilim about allowing you certain... privileges while competing. That should see you into the top of the league very soon."

::The Source bows his head.::

"You may go."

(Okay, I'll see how it turns out...)

"Thank you, my liege."

::With that, he shimmers out to the Market::

The Source calls Prieto to his lair.

:: Prieto shimmers in and bows before the Source ::

(I dont hope he can read minds...)

"You called, my liege..."

"I like to think of myself as a patient beast; I give my demons leeway to do what they wish up on Earth providing they do not stray from my philosophies... but you..."

::The Source's darkened face looks at Prieto. His features are hidden from the large hood that disguises his face so nobody knows what he looks like.::

"You, why I have been told you have made friends with witches, helped them, offered your services..."

::He tuts and shakes his head.::

"Now Prieto, I know you are young, but do you really think I will let you continue to live this way?"

:: Prieto closes her eyes thightly and gulps ::

(I knew it...wait...witches? Holy mother of...)

"Yes..I mean no, my liege. I have not been aware of...I didn't know my friends where witches."

(So. Dead. Great. I die, because I didn't kill you people. You better remember me....or else..)

::The Source rises and walks to a small podium on which rests a crystal ball.::

"Look."

::He commands, waving a hand over the small sphere, and images appear in it. We see Patience Brookhaven having a laugh around in P3.::

"Her. I want you to kill her."

::The Source turns and looks at Prieto.::

"Bring me her head."

:: Prieto sighs and looks at the image of Patience ::

(Right...I can do that. COnsidering she just save my life, or will, when she's dead.)

"H-her head? Okay. I shall. My liege"

:: She bows and shimmers to...The caribbean to flee the country? No. to the Back alley of P3 ::

::Shimmering in near the sources lair, Parker speaks to the two huge demonic guards.::

"I need to speak to the Source."

::Parker looks to one and turns to the other.::

"It's important."

"Allow him to enter."

::He waves a hand at the guards, then steeples his fingers.::

"Only those who have been summoned may enter here, Parker. Why are you the an exception to my rule? What degree of audacity do you have to disturb me?"

::Speaking in a calm, terror inducing voice he stares at Parker from beneath his feature hiding hood.::

::Parker walks in front of the Source and bows.::

"My liege, I have done dreadfully at being evil. I have feelings of good and I even cared for a witch. Purge me of this. Darken my soul."

::A moment of tense and terrifying silence passes before the source one again speaks.::

"I shall do but one thing for you, subject."

::He waves his hand at the demon engulfing him in flames. The burning, agonising flames transport Parker to The Square.::

::Walking in, Parker stops in front of the demonic guards and shows them Lee's heart and scalp.::

"I have gifts for my liege, not to mention I wish to speak to him."

"Let him enter."

::Comes The Source's dry, dark voice.::

"I want to see what he has to say for himself."

::The guards move aside and The Source addresses Parker quietly.::

"You escaped from the Square. Admirable, Parker, yet so very risky."

::Parker steps forwards and bows to The Source.::

"I was willing to take such a risk. It was a great way to prove I've changed...and I've brought you these."

::He unwraps the blanket to reveal the bloody heart and scalp of Lee.::

"They're from the witch I killed."

"I do not need your body parts, Parker. Your visit has been in good taste, though, and whereas I might usually incinerate you, I am going to spare you this final time. You are a free man. However..."

::He trails off, to indicate the importance of what he is about to say.::

"If you follow the same route you did last time, you will die a most painful death, as will your little witch. I hope I have made myself perfectly clear to you. Now go."

::Parker nods and bows one last time.::

"Thank you, my liege."

::He turns and shimmers to his cave.::

(I won't let you down...)

::Mordemous walks into The Source's Lair, bows, and waits to be spoken to.::

(I think he would prefer me to be in Demonic Form.)

::Mordemous quickly makes the change and continues to wait.::

(I'm sure he summon me back when he has time to deal with me.)

::Mordemous shimmers back to his cave.::

"Oh I have time. I have all the time in the world... muhahahahahahahahaha!"

::It must be a lonely job being The Source, poor guy.::

::Fwoom.::

::The Source returns and sits down on his throne. Perpetually sitting down. What a life.::

::Paz shimmers in, sprawled on the floor. Panting, the exertion of shimmering too much, he looks up at the Source.::

"I wish to join you, should you help me..."

::Weak, his words come out strined and light.::

"Deal."

::The Source stands and walks over to Paz, grabbing his arm and lifting to his feet, before flaming them both to the market.::

::The Source flames in and walks over to a pedestal with a crystal ball on it.::

"Seer!"

::The Seer shimmers in and approaches the pedestal, regarding The Source warily.::

"You wish to know how she is?"

::She enquires with a teasing smile.::

"Very well."

::Falling silent, the Seer lets her eyes roll back into her head as she searches for a vision, and begins to find out about Prue's reanimation.::

"She is uncertain and frightened... she is with the Charmed Ones now..."

::Humming a little, the Seer waits until her vision is over and then looks at The Source.::

"They don't suspect a thing. All things should go according to plan."

"Excellent."

::The Source's expression is impossible to see, but his very radiance suggests a smile.::

"It was very unexpected that the spell cast over her grave would be broken by someone not within the Charmed Ones... but the timing couldn't be better."

::The demon's from the Square shimmer in, appearing on one knee in front of the Source::

"My Liege, a Siren and some... green person... have breached the Square and are slaughtering many of us. Santeagir told us to fetch you."

"I see."

::The Source stands and flames out, conveniently via the market.::

:: Moony blinks into a shadowed area of the lair and involuntarily shivers, this being the first time she has actually been to see the leader of the underworld. Not knowing whether The Source is present or not she skirts around the edges of the lair, keeping herself in shadow the whole time. ::

(This is either incredibly smart or incredibly dumb.)

::The Source is present, skulking around as he does.::

"Why have you disturbed me?"

(So lonely...)

:: Biting her lip for a second, Moony composes herself and walks out of the shadows so that The Source can see her, although she isn't quite sure where he is. ::

"A girl needs a reason to visit?"

(Paz or Cole? Paz seemed to be working for him. Hm.)

::The Source walks over to Moony and stands several feet from her, hands clasped behind his back.::

"Well?"

:: Moony stands her ground in front of the Source. ::

"I had a little run in with one of your... minions at the market. Can't say I like him ver much. But, since he's your new little pet that's all I'm going to say about him."

:: She pauses and tilts her head to the side. ::

"One word. Belthazor."

::The Source frowns under his hood... but Moony can't see that.::

"What about Belthazor?"