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demonbelthazorA muffled thud woke Bel in the middle of the night. Phoebe refused to wake up and investigate, despite how hard he willed her to do so, so Bel climbed from the bed and wandered out of the bedroom to see what the cats had done. In the near darkness he could make out Valkyrie and Seraphim sitting on the couch, looking up at him innocently despite the lamp that was knocked over on to the floor.
"Bad cats," Bel grumbled, picking up the lamp and setting it on the table where it belonged. He began to head back to the bedroom, eager to return to softness, warmth, and girlfriend. He didn't make it.
Flames rose around him, not burning, but pulling. Instinctively he knew it was to the Underworld. He opened his mouth to call for Phoebe, but he was gone before he could get the words out.
He appeared in the Underworld, standing before the dark-skinned woman who had intervened when Raynor was going to kill him during the rescuing of Benjamin Turner's soul. "Belthazor," she said, inclining her head. "You are needed."
He knew who she was, the Seer, a visionary who served the Source. "What do you want?" he demanded. "I'm not a demon anymore, you know that. I won't serve you, any of you."
"Your destiny still awaits you, Belthazor," the Seer said. She held out her hands, and a sword appeared in them. "Take this. It has been consecrated with a spell from the Grimoire so that it will kill the Source."
"Kill the Source?" Bel repeated, confused. "I can't do that."
"The weapon is strong enough," the Seer said. "I have foreseen it."
"No," Bel said, taking a step back, shaking his head. There were rumors that the Grimoire, a book of black magic equal and opposite to the Charmed One's Book of Shadows, contained magics powerful enough to destroy the Source, but they were just that -- rumors. "This is some sort of trick. You've served the Source for over a thousand years. Why do you want to kill him?"
"His time is done," the Seer said. "A new age is upon us. A new leader will be chosen."
"I don't serve you," Bel insisted. "Send me back home and find someone else to do your dirty work. I won't do it."
"You don't have a choice," the Seer said, looking over his shoulder.
Bel spun around. Even though he wasn't a demon anymore, he could still sense the power and evil of the Source as he appeared in the room in a burst of flame. He grabbed the sword from the Seer and held it before him. Even if it was magicked it wasn't going to help him much against the Source's power. He was going to die.
The Source pushed back the hood of his black robes, revealing his disfigured face, ruined in the battle that had brought him to power over five hundred years ago. Bel had never seen his face before -- only the highest ranking demons were allowed that privilege. "Belthazor," the Source said, looking him up and down appraisingly. He looked at the Seer and nodded.
"The Seer has betrayed you," Bel said calmly, trying to deflect the Source's attention. If he could get the Source and the Seer to fight, maybe he could run and find a way out, get Crowley's attention, something.
"I know," the Source said in a low voice. A sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it at Bel.
Bel blocked the blow. A human fighting the Source was insane, but he had to try. He didn't want to die, not now, after everything he'd been through to get to this point. Fortunately he had not lost his martial art skills with his demon powers, so he was able to put up a good defense. It shouldn't have been good enough. The Source was just playing with him, that was it. But he saw an opening and took it, stabbing the sword at the Source's chest.
The Source failed to parry the strike and screamed as the blade sunk into his chest. A chaos of dark energy rose from him, and his body dropped to the ground. Bel had no time to react before the energies swarmed him, penetrating his body. He could feel the void in him, the emptiness left behind when his demon side was killed, welcoming it hungrily.
The Seer smiled. "It is done, my liege," she said.
Bel sank to his knees. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. "I don't...I don't understand," he said. "What's...what's happening to me?"
"You will know soon enough," the Seer promised.
Everything went black, and when next Bel was aware, he was in his own bed, Phoebe curled against him. "Just a dream," he murmured in relief. Already the details were fading from memory. He kissed the top of Phoebe's head, drawing her closer against him, and fell back into a restful sleep.
"Bad cats," Bel grumbled, picking up the lamp and setting it on the table where it belonged. He began to head back to the bedroom, eager to return to softness, warmth, and girlfriend. He didn't make it.
Flames rose around him, not burning, but pulling. Instinctively he knew it was to the Underworld. He opened his mouth to call for Phoebe, but he was gone before he could get the words out.
He appeared in the Underworld, standing before the dark-skinned woman who had intervened when Raynor was going to kill him during the rescuing of Benjamin Turner's soul. "Belthazor," she said, inclining her head. "You are needed."
He knew who she was, the Seer, a visionary who served the Source. "What do you want?" he demanded. "I'm not a demon anymore, you know that. I won't serve you, any of you."
"Your destiny still awaits you, Belthazor," the Seer said. She held out her hands, and a sword appeared in them. "Take this. It has been consecrated with a spell from the Grimoire so that it will kill the Source."
"Kill the Source?" Bel repeated, confused. "I can't do that."
"The weapon is strong enough," the Seer said. "I have foreseen it."
"No," Bel said, taking a step back, shaking his head. There were rumors that the Grimoire, a book of black magic equal and opposite to the Charmed One's Book of Shadows, contained magics powerful enough to destroy the Source, but they were just that -- rumors. "This is some sort of trick. You've served the Source for over a thousand years. Why do you want to kill him?"
"His time is done," the Seer said. "A new age is upon us. A new leader will be chosen."
"I don't serve you," Bel insisted. "Send me back home and find someone else to do your dirty work. I won't do it."
"You don't have a choice," the Seer said, looking over his shoulder.
Bel spun around. Even though he wasn't a demon anymore, he could still sense the power and evil of the Source as he appeared in the room in a burst of flame. He grabbed the sword from the Seer and held it before him. Even if it was magicked it wasn't going to help him much against the Source's power. He was going to die.
The Source pushed back the hood of his black robes, revealing his disfigured face, ruined in the battle that had brought him to power over five hundred years ago. Bel had never seen his face before -- only the highest ranking demons were allowed that privilege. "Belthazor," the Source said, looking him up and down appraisingly. He looked at the Seer and nodded.
"The Seer has betrayed you," Bel said calmly, trying to deflect the Source's attention. If he could get the Source and the Seer to fight, maybe he could run and find a way out, get Crowley's attention, something.
"I know," the Source said in a low voice. A sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it at Bel.
Bel blocked the blow. A human fighting the Source was insane, but he had to try. He didn't want to die, not now, after everything he'd been through to get to this point. Fortunately he had not lost his martial art skills with his demon powers, so he was able to put up a good defense. It shouldn't have been good enough. The Source was just playing with him, that was it. But he saw an opening and took it, stabbing the sword at the Source's chest.
The Source failed to parry the strike and screamed as the blade sunk into his chest. A chaos of dark energy rose from him, and his body dropped to the ground. Bel had no time to react before the energies swarmed him, penetrating his body. He could feel the void in him, the emptiness left behind when his demon side was killed, welcoming it hungrily.
The Seer smiled. "It is done, my liege," she said.
Bel sank to his knees. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. "I don't...I don't understand," he said. "What's...what's happening to me?"
"You will know soon enough," the Seer promised.
Everything went black, and when next Bel was aware, he was in his own bed, Phoebe curled against him. "Just a dream," he murmured in relief. Already the details were fading from memory. He kissed the top of Phoebe's head, drawing her closer against him, and fell back into a restful sleep.
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