demonbelthazor | Confronting the Source

Meanwhile, Wyatt was attempting to stealthily sneak behind the Source and Phoebe, laying out a circle of magic crystals. Now they just had to get Belthazor into the trap.

Angel, in the meanwhile, kept his focus on the Source, going to parry and then try to strike again, this time to the stomach.

The Source moved backwards, dodging the blow. Then he disappeared in a burst of flames, reappearing behind the group, taking a wide swing at Piper.

Piper quickly jumped out of the way before throwing her hands out toward the Source in an attempt to blow him up.

And that would be the Source, exploding into a buzzing cloud of black particles.

Angel rolled his eyes. "Now this is just annoying."

Bel reformed. "Ouch," he said angrily, conjuring a pair of fireballs, throwing one at Angel, one at Jo.

"Eep!" Jo yelped and leapt out of the way of the fireball. Great if Bel didn't kill her, Mom would after she heard about this.

Angel ducked down and ratcheted a stake into his hand. He threw it at the Source, knowing it wouldn't kill him but hoping it'd distract him.

And this would be Isabel waving her hand and sending one of the torches from the wall flying towards the Source.

The Source moved to avoid the stake, then had to dance backwards even more to get out of the way of the torch. His steps took him close to the edges of the crystal circle. But he wasn't about to appear that he was in any way pressed. "Hey, Alanna," he called out with an air of unconcern. "How's the cat?"

"Just great." Alanna gritted out and slashed out with Lightning at Bel's torso. She also threw a small purple energy ball at Bel with her other hand.

Bel spun backwards as the energy ball struck him. "That all you got?" he said through clenched teeth.

"Nope," Angel replied, and went to slice the Source from bottom to top.

Hey, might as well try to hit him where it hurt.

Bel conjured his sword again to stop Angel's blade from slicing into sensitive parts of his anatomy. "Careful," he warned, taking a step back. "Kill me, you kill Belthazor."

"I don't buy it," Angel said.

"Willing to take the risk?" the Source said. "Such a good friend."

"He'd rather die then let you keep Phoebe," Isabel said.

"And you know this because you went walking through his head?" the Source sneered. "Maybe you saw exactly what I wanted you to see."

Isabel scoffed, secure enough in her own abilities to not believe him. "I saw the truth. He's trapped in there and if we can't get him free he wants you dead, no matter what.

"And you're going to be the one to do it?" the Source smirked. "Somehow, I don't think you have it in you."

"I do," Piper said confidently, even though the thought of vanquishing Bel was a difficult one. "I know it's what he'd want."

"Ah, but it's you I have to thank, Piper," the Source said. "You made the potion that made it so easy for me to slip in and take over."

"I don't believe that," Piper said, though there was doubt in her voice. "You would have taken over anyway."

"It was foreseen," the Source admitted. "But you created the void in him that was just screaming to be filled."

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