demonbelthazor | Belthazor's Dream

[OOC: This is a dream conjured by Jareth's crystals in the Myth and Magic class. Posting it here rather than in comments in class because it's so long. If you want your character to somehow feel or sense it, please talk to me OOC first (except Jareth, of course). Otherwise, you can't. :P]

He saw himself in the Underworld, older, stronger. His hands were covered with the blood of witches and innocents, killed in the Source's name. He was one of the most powerful demons in the Underworld, deadly and invincible. He saw Raynor and his fellow members of the Brotherhood -- Tarkin, Vornac, Klea, others -- waiting, watching him. The Source stood before him, red-winged and terrible. He knelt before the Source, and the Source nodded in approval. Raynor indicated he should rise and handed him an athame. "The Source is pleased with your accomplishments, Belthazor," he said. "You have been given a great honor -- the power of the Charmed Ones has awaken again, and you will find them and destroy them." Belthazor nodded, smiling, excited, almost overwhelmed with the honor and glory that would be his. Three more witches to add to his long list of kills. He found them, hunted them, killed them, and brought their heads to the Source and laid them at his feet.

Sitting in class, he smiled. This wasn't so bad.

The dream shifted. He saw Phoebe and Piper and Paige...and another woman, too, a little older than the others, but closely resembling them. Prue? Somehow, their lives seemed entwined with his. Confused, he held his hand out to Phoebe and she came to him. "I love you, Cole," she said. Cole? He didn't use that name. That was the name his human father gave him. He hated that name.

He held Phoebe in his arms. He wanted her. Needed her. Then she realized what he was, she saw his true form, or someone told her. It didn't matter how. Terrified, she ran from him. He chased after her, trying to convince her he wouldn't hurt her. Her fear and revulsion were too strong. She threw herself from her window before she would let him touch her, dying when she struck the ground far below.

No, no, it didn't have to be that way. Maybe she would understand. Maybe she would accept. He offered his hand again, and she took it, letting him lead her to the Underworld. "You've brought us a witch, Belthazor," Raynor hissed angrily. "What is the meaning of this?" "I want to be with him," Phoebe said without fear. "I'll do whatever I need to do." The Source came, forcing Phoebe to undergo a painful ritual to transform her into a demon. Her screams tore at him, but they would be together when it was done. But when she returned to him, something was wrong. She looked the same, though her hair was black now. "We're together now, baby," she said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him. But her words and her eyes were empty. Her soul was gone, sacrificed to evil.

The only way he could have her was dead or soulless. Either way, she was lost to him.

[OOC: Why yes, I do enjoy emotionally fucking with my poor pup. Why do you ask?]