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demonbelthazorBelthazor shimmered to the Underworld. He was loathe to leave Phoebe's side, but he wanted answers. She was safe in the clinic, sleeping peacefully due to Dr. Wilson's drugs, and Piper was still there as well. He could spare an hour or so away from her.
When he arrived, Raynor was meeting with other members of the Brotherhood, but Bel didn't care to wait or for privacy. He walked up to his mentor, seething. "What did you do?" he demanded.
Raynor turned his head and regarded him coolly. "You will address me with respect, Belthazor," he said, "and you will wait until I decide to speak to you."
Fire crackled in Bel's hand. "You sent the Brotherhood to kill Phoebe!" he snarled. "Why?"
Dismissing the demons he was speaking to with a wave of his hand, Raynor faced Bel. "Your time with humans has taught you to be foolish, Belthazor," he said. Then a ball of energy was speeding from his hand, smashing into Bel's chest. He slammed into the stone wall. A rib cracked as he hit, and he slid down the wall, dazed.
Raynor moved before him and grabbed him by his shoulders, yanking him up and slamming him against the wall again. "You will address me with respect, Belthazor," he repeated, then savagely backhanded him in contrast to his calm words. "And you will not question me, or you will die. Have you forgotten everything I've taught you?"
Bel had two choices: fight or submit. Raynor was stronger than he, and Bel was already injured. Hating it, he bowed his head.
Raynor let him drop to the ground. "I will answer your question. Despite my requests for reports of your progress, I have received none. I have not received an answer as to who this 'Darla' is and why she sought guardianship of you. I don't know what Angelus' excuse may be, but it has become obvious to me that you are...distracted. So I sent some of your peers to make sure you would no longer be distracted by this human girlfriend of yours."
Human. They didn't know she was a witch. Bel struggled to his feet, one arm clutching his ribs, as Raynor continued. "However, Tarkin, Klea, and Sykes have not returned." He circled around Belthazor. "Did you destroy them?"
"Yes," Bel lied, wiping blood from his mouth. He'd killed Sykes, but he didn't want to admit faltering when it came to killing Klea and Tarkin, and letting Crowley deal with them instead.
"Impressive," Raynor said. "I know you are capable of greatness, Belthazor, but I did not think you ready for that step. You know as well as I that power only comes to those who take it. Is the girl dead?"
"She's gone," Bel hissed angrily. Technically, it wasn't a lie. Raynor thought Beka was Phoebe. And Beka had left the school.
"Who is Darla?" Raynor asked.
"She's the vampire who sired Angelus," Bel said. "She thought it would look better if she was my legal guardian instead of another student."
"Another vampire," Raynor sighed. "I don't trust them. They'll betray you in the end. But so long as someone is there to monitor your training and report to me, I don't care what they are. The Brotherhood is already spread thin -- thinner now -- and I don't have anyone to spare to watch over you. What courses are you taking this semester?"
"Celtic Studies, Speech 201, Magical Theory, Sociology of Violence, Sociology of the Paranormal, and Sociology of Sex Cultures," Bel dutifully reported.
"Sex Cultures?" Raynor repeated. "I fail to see the use of that, or Celtic Studies."
"You have to take a certain number of electives to graduate," Bel said evasively.
"I am pleased to see you taking speech, however," Raynor continued, "and I hope you have a good teacher. You will need proper oratory skills if you are to be a leader, Belthazor."
Bel nodded. "I won't let you down," he said.
"Return to the school then," Raynor said. "And I expect to see proper reports on your progress from now on. Am I understood?"
Another nod. "Yes, sir," Bel said, bowing his head again as he shimmered back to the school.
When he arrived, Raynor was meeting with other members of the Brotherhood, but Bel didn't care to wait or for privacy. He walked up to his mentor, seething. "What did you do?" he demanded.
Raynor turned his head and regarded him coolly. "You will address me with respect, Belthazor," he said, "and you will wait until I decide to speak to you."
Fire crackled in Bel's hand. "You sent the Brotherhood to kill Phoebe!" he snarled. "Why?"
Dismissing the demons he was speaking to with a wave of his hand, Raynor faced Bel. "Your time with humans has taught you to be foolish, Belthazor," he said. Then a ball of energy was speeding from his hand, smashing into Bel's chest. He slammed into the stone wall. A rib cracked as he hit, and he slid down the wall, dazed.
Raynor moved before him and grabbed him by his shoulders, yanking him up and slamming him against the wall again. "You will address me with respect, Belthazor," he repeated, then savagely backhanded him in contrast to his calm words. "And you will not question me, or you will die. Have you forgotten everything I've taught you?"
Bel had two choices: fight or submit. Raynor was stronger than he, and Bel was already injured. Hating it, he bowed his head.
Raynor let him drop to the ground. "I will answer your question. Despite my requests for reports of your progress, I have received none. I have not received an answer as to who this 'Darla' is and why she sought guardianship of you. I don't know what Angelus' excuse may be, but it has become obvious to me that you are...distracted. So I sent some of your peers to make sure you would no longer be distracted by this human girlfriend of yours."
Human. They didn't know she was a witch. Bel struggled to his feet, one arm clutching his ribs, as Raynor continued. "However, Tarkin, Klea, and Sykes have not returned." He circled around Belthazor. "Did you destroy them?"
"Yes," Bel lied, wiping blood from his mouth. He'd killed Sykes, but he didn't want to admit faltering when it came to killing Klea and Tarkin, and letting Crowley deal with them instead.
"Impressive," Raynor said. "I know you are capable of greatness, Belthazor, but I did not think you ready for that step. You know as well as I that power only comes to those who take it. Is the girl dead?"
"She's gone," Bel hissed angrily. Technically, it wasn't a lie. Raynor thought Beka was Phoebe. And Beka had left the school.
"Who is Darla?" Raynor asked.
"She's the vampire who sired Angelus," Bel said. "She thought it would look better if she was my legal guardian instead of another student."
"Another vampire," Raynor sighed. "I don't trust them. They'll betray you in the end. But so long as someone is there to monitor your training and report to me, I don't care what they are. The Brotherhood is already spread thin -- thinner now -- and I don't have anyone to spare to watch over you. What courses are you taking this semester?"
"Celtic Studies, Speech 201, Magical Theory, Sociology of Violence, Sociology of the Paranormal, and Sociology of Sex Cultures," Bel dutifully reported.
"Sex Cultures?" Raynor repeated. "I fail to see the use of that, or Celtic Studies."
"You have to take a certain number of electives to graduate," Bel said evasively.
"I am pleased to see you taking speech, however," Raynor continued, "and I hope you have a good teacher. You will need proper oratory skills if you are to be a leader, Belthazor."
Bel nodded. "I won't let you down," he said.
"Return to the school then," Raynor said. "And I expect to see proper reports on your progress from now on. Am I understood?"
Another nod. "Yes, sir," Bel said, bowing his head again as he shimmered back to the school.
