demonbelthazor | Confronting the Source

"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."

"Enough of the frakkin' pillow talk!" Mel yelled making a wild swing at Bel with the scythe."

The Source dodged back. "Little girl with a big axe, you think you can hurt me?" he laughed.

"Got nothing else to do on a Monday night," Mel growled as she lunged at him again with the scythe. "Hell, I hear Tuesdays are the days I really need to look out for."

Bel moved back out of range, right into the crystal circle. "I'm tired of playing," he said, conjuring a fireball. "I think it's time to put an end to things."

"You've got that much right," Wyatt said, darting forward and putting the last crystal into place. Lights spray up from each crystal, forming a cage of energy around the Source.

This? Not good. The Source pressed against the boundaries of the prison, trying to find a way out, glaring at the others.

Jo frowned. "Was this supposed to turn him into a mime?"

"Oh great," Angel said, "Now he's even more annoying."

"This won't hold me!" the Source snapped, if only to prove he had a voice and was not a frakking mime.

"Wonderful," Jo said. "Not just a mime, but an incompetent one."

The Source was actually starting to get nervous now. He shed his defiant stance and looked pleadingly out of the prison. "Isabel," he called desperately. "You can't let them do this. You can't let them kill me."

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