demonbelthazor | The Underworld, Saturday morning

Saturday morning, Bel shimmered to the Underworld to present the amulet to Raynor. Raynor was pleased, of course. "How did you do it?" he asked, accepting the amulet.

"Does it matter?" Bel said wearily. "You got what you wanted. Now give me what I want."

Raynor shook his head. "I'm not done with you yet, Belthazor."

"But you said once I got the amulet," Bel protested.

"I said once you had fulfilled your duties to the Underworld," Raynor corrected. "There is still work for you to do."

Bel sighed and dropped his head. "What next?" he asked.

"There's a spell in the Charmed One's Book of Shadows," Raynor explained. "One that activates the amulet when both pieces are joined. You will get the spell."

"I can't touch the Book of Shadows!" Bel said. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"You'll find a way," Raynor said, patting his shoulder. "I know you will."

"But the amulet is useless in the hands of evil," Bel pointed out. "What good will it do you?"

"Good magic can be perverted," Raynor said. "Just get me the spell."

"And then what?" Bel said. "Will you give me my father's soul then?"

"The only way you'll learn that is to do what you're told," Raynor said. "Remember who and what you are, Belthazor. You're a demon. You serve the Source, you always will. Nothing will change that. Now go, and bring me the spell."

"I will," Bel said unhappily. He shimmered back to Fandom, trying to figure out his next move.