A huge room. More of a cave. With all the stuff you could possibly need to perform a ritual.

::Various Dragon Cultists stand around a large cauldron, staring through hazy steam at an image of Aidan and Valerie::

"Those are the ones who interupted the Ritual Stone experiment?"

"Two of them. Another and Nicole are still at large."

"Time we sent them a message. To show them we haven't forgotten their hindrance."

::The lead Cultist lifts his hands and summons forth a droplet of liquid flame. It hangs in the air between his hands and he twists it, mimicing the shape of the ring on Valerie's finger. He let's it fall into cauldron and the other two cultists throw in rolls of incense, which create thick black smoke::

"Now go tend the... Just go!"

::The two lesser cultists go and stand over a huge pit, filled with barely cooled magma. Flickers of light burst on the surface, surrounding a large object, and they both throw in hand fulls of coal and fine white sand::

::The cultist with the slightly higher rank than the other waves his hand through the steam, then draws an athame from the sleeve of his robe. He lifts it and then plunges it into the stomach of goat which was tethered nearby. The animal collapses, dead, and he withdraws the knife::

"Put the animal in the flames. It'll do well to feed the creature. I have to implicate them all further."

::He moves his free hand up and down over the athame as small spirals of flame break emerge from his hand and slither into the flame. A white gold flame pattern appears on the blade and two fiery rubies on the handle::

"And now to place it in the care of this... Sera."

::His grip releases the athame and it falls into the cauldron, where it promptly glows with a golden light and then disapears, reappearing in Sera's Apartment::

"Did you see Nicole interfering again? She has... she has the powers of the demon leading the Ritual Stone conversion attempt."

"Ignore her. She's too busy playing her own games to bother about us."

::The second cultist glares at the cauldron where a hazy image of Valerie and Aidan standing with the others hovers::

"Worry about the Charmed Ones instead. Charmed Ones and assorted other witches... We have to be more careful now."

"What we need to do is seperate them and bring the weakest on a trail to us. We can use them to feed the beast when the time is right. It needs equal measures of magic and flesh to sustain it before maturity."

::The higher ranking cultist lifts both hands and holds them over the cauldron, creating small embers and letting them fall through the haze::

"Just to let them know we haven't forgotten about them."

::Lex walks past the doorway of The Ritual Room, then turns back to have a look at what is going on inside.::

(Freaky.)

::After a few minutes of watching the elaborate ritual, Lex creeps into the cavern itself and starts rifling through some of the ritual items.::

"What is all this stuff? What are they doing? Why are they doing it?"

::Lex whispered to himself quietly, although probably not quiet enough, as one of the Dragon Cultists may still have heard him.::

::A cultist looks up, sniffing the air.::

"Do you smell that?"

"Something foreign..."

::Overhearing what the Dragon Cultist said, Lex hurridly ducks under a trestle table covered with different coloured fabrics.::

(Holy sheeeeite! What will they do to me if they get me?)

::As Lex's fear and apprehension increases, his arms start to lengthen.::

"Go! Ensure we are alone."

::One hisses to the other, who immediatley begins to wander toward the area that Lex is hiding, sniffing the air.::

"Come out, come out, wherever you are."

::It goes silent for a moment before the table that Lex is hiding under is forcefully thrown across the room, exposing him underneath. The dragon cultist standing over him creates a spiral of flame and throws it toward him.::

"HOLY CRAP!!!"

::Lex rolls to his left trying to avoid the spiral of flame and, mostly, avoids its effects. Only his right sleve was damage.::

(Whoa, that aint normal.)

::Lex's arms suddenly shrink back to their normal size from the fright.::

"Who are you people? I was just watching, I meant nothing of it."

::The robed cultist leands forward and grabs Lex by the back of the head, leaning in closer to hiss a message in his face.::

"Prying eyes may need to be resolved by prying eyeballs from their sockets."

(Ummm, what to say? What to say? What to say? Voice, what can I say?)

::There is no reply from the voice.::

"Maybe I could help you out, so I don't have to loose my eyes? Please? I renounce any Good?"

(Why did I just say that? Seriously, Lex, what if that has some unforseen consequenses?)

"What? We don't care if you renounce any good."

::The dragon cultist drags Lex into the ritual room.::

"We don't care if you wish to help. We don't care if you're a ballerina. You're not one of us. You must die."

::He tries to throw Lex into a pool of lava.::

"No, no, its ok ... I'll just be on my way."

::Lex starts frantically struggling against the Dragon Cultist's grip. Once again the fear makes Lex's arms start growing, and turn out to make his struggling easier, allowing Lex to slip from the Cultist's grasp.::

"Slippery fucker!"

::The dragon cultist makes a spiral motion with his finger and a stream of twirling fire is expelled toward Lex.::

::Lex runs away from the Dragon Cultist, his arms returning to normal size, not noticing the twirling fire being thrown at him.::

"I didn't mean to interrupt, seriously!"

::Lex gets hit by the twirling fire and is thrust to the ground, smolduring, by it.::

"You saw what we were doing. If you would have kept your extendable nose out of our business you would not have had to die. But you didn't. So now you do."

::The dragon cultist oncemore grabs Lex by the ankle and drags him across the cavern floor, walking to the nearest lava pit.::

::Lex's arms once again lengthen as he struggles, but this time they have no effect except to trap him further.::

"HELP! HELP!"

::Lex yells, hoping that some valiant crusader would come to his rescue.::

::Tobey stumbles in and hears a person scream for help. He looks up to find Lex being attacked.::

(It's the guy from the magic shop!)

"Leave him alone!"

(Thank god, someone to save me from this mess!)

"Help, my arms are making it hard for me to struggle out of this hold! HELP!"

::Tobey hurries toward them and punches the Dragon Cultist in the face.::

::Lex takes advantage of the distraction and starts flailing wildy in another attempt to free himself from the Dragon Cultist's grip.::

::Tobey sees the image of Aidan and an image of a girl across the room. He sees the ritual items and wonders.::

(What the hell is going on here?)

::He glares at the Dragon Cultist.::

::There is no image of Aidan or Sera anywhere anymore. The dragon cultist fumes with anger and throws a spiral of flame at Tobey, badly burning his arm. He waves a hand and the entrance to the room becomes sealed.::

"Nobody shall leave this hallowed space."

::Except for them. All of the dragon cultists vanish in licks of flames, all of the ritual equipment leaving too. Only the bare room is left and one of the larger dragon cultists, standing in the centre of the room.::

"Saved from one disaster, just to be thrown into the next. Abso-freaking-fabulous!"

::Lex looks around the room, searching for another exit.::

"Ahh!!!"

::Tobey gasps, clutching his burnt arm. The sudden disappearance of everything around them frightens him.::

(Oh. Time for Plan B...wait, I don't have a Plan B. Damn, I didn't even have Plan A! Okay...doomed.)

"Voice, its time to come back. Now would be good. Now even better."

::Lex kicks the stone wall where the door used to be, stubbing his toe.::

"And now would be best."

::Lex looks in Tobey's direction.::

"Thanks for saving me, who are you?"

::The dragon cultist punches his fists together, flames errupting around them.::

"What's the matter? Don't you want to join us?"

::He opens his mouth, a spiral of fire srrupting from inside of him and soaring toward Lex and Tobey.::

"Someone who's got...a plan."

::Tobey falls to the floor and winces in pain. He looks up at Lex.::

"I'm getting us...out of here. Hold my hand!"

"Do I have to die to join up? If so, no thanks."

::Lex grasps Tobey's hand.::

"Ahh!!!"

::Tobey holds onto Lex, screwing up his face. He feels the burning sensation. He can't stand it.::

"E-Earth, water, air and...fire
I call upon the a-ancient power
Take me...us...somewhere I desire
Out of this place and into...another."

::Remembering the spell he cast in his apartment, he intends to take Lex with him to another place.::

(Oh God...)

::He tightens his grip on Lex before going unconscious.::

[Lex and Tobey disappear, reappearing in Tobey's apartment.]

::The dragon cultist sighs and the flames around his hands dissapear.::

"...I wonder if Eastenders is on tonight?"

::He vanishes in a twirling flash of flame.::

::The room vibrates with an energy as the demi-God Chaos appears in a plume of smoke. He's wearing a robe and pulls it around him as he walks around the room, lighting candles.::

"Servants."

::A couple of monkeys with wings appear. You heard me. They lollop up to Chaos and await instruction.::

::Chaos stares at the monkeys.::

"I need the blood of a virgin to sacrifice by the moon. And when I say moon, I mean in this here cave. Hurry."

"Ooh ooh!"

::The monkeys fly off into the distance, heading to CW apartments.::

::Chaos looks smug, and pours himself a glass of wine.::

"Heeyyyy, I'm gonna do a ri-tu-allllllll..."

::He sings, drinking the wine like nobody's business.::

"Gonna sacrifice a virgin, eeyeahhh!"

"Hoo hah!"

::The monkey returns, carrying a drowsy Veronica, dropping her off at Chaos' feet.::

::Veronica is now awake, and she quickly gets to her feet and backs away from Chaos, staring at him.::

"Well! Isn't she... insect-like?"

::Chaos pours another glass of wine.::

"La la la, isn't it a nice day to die? Do do do bluuuue to grey, grow up and... do stop staring!"