charmedagainnpc (charmedagainnpc) wrote in charmed_again, @ 2008-03-01 22:20:00 |
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Current location: | The Underworld |
Current mood: | determined |
September 21, 2026
The sigil that adorned the sacred, and forever lost grimoire was proudly displayed on one of the jagged walls of the chamber. In this room, the most evil of Sources had been crowned, the darkest rituals had taken place. It was here, that once again the future of evil would be strengthened, secured.
Seven leaders from various factions had agreed to lend their magic to the cause, and six more upper level demons. The unity would create enough power to open a portal to the dimension which was a mirror of this one. With them stood the sacrifice, the offering to the balance. His counterpart would be the future of their kind.
Gathering, they chanted, uttering incantations ancient and powerful, slowly starting slowly but increasing in speed as the power built.
The spell complete, the portal opened, and a reflection of the underworld shone back at them. Hideous. Bright, cheerful, with blossoming flowers and life to shame the most breathtaking Eden. In the midst of all that disgusting joy stood the demons, serene replicas of their owners. Their counterparts, so pure, so good, it made the demonic gathering flinch inside. A reaction that occurred on both sides of the portal, though neither would allow such an affliction to be seen. When anyone spoke, it was in unison with their doppelganger.
"For the future of our kind, so that we may endure. To rule. It begins now." Each side took an unconscious man, and brought him toward the portal. Stepping forward, the three of the demons in attendance switched them carefully, making certain not to harm the next leader of their races.
"His memory is gone?" Both Tribunal demons Krill asked the others in attendance. Both Krill's nodded in unison. As a Tribunal member, it was their ability to lend to the cause. A noble cause, but one they kept in secret from the rest of the Tribunal. Their supervision of the balance of power was jaded by the abundance of good, and this was their hope to amend that.
Hope lay in the form on an unconscious witch/muse hybrid. The one who inspired the Charmed ones and progeny themselves. By human account, in his mid twenties. Old enough to be a leader, young enough to hone to their aspirations. On the other side, he was a powerful Warlock and demon. On both sides, his potential was beyond great, nearly limitless, but no one to guide him into leadership. Now he belonged with them. To reign and vanquish the good that had nearly rendered them extinct.
"Welcome to your new world."