demonbelthazor: (Bel is being vanquished (woe!))
The surprise!portal had grabbed Bel Thursday afternoon and deposited him in an unfamiliar room. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. The view from the window was familiar, at least -- San Francisco. The room appeared to be the living room of a posh penthouse, but he had no idea who it belonged to.

Paige suddenly orbed into the room, along with Piper and an unfamiliar man. "You evil son of a bitch," Paige said, and then Piper was flashing her hands at him and trying to blow him up. It hurt but did not vanquish him, though it did knock him back into wall.

"Phoebe, get out here and help us, damn it!" Piper called out.

At the same time, Paige ran over to him to try to surround him with crystals while he was stunned. He pulled himself to his feet and kicked one of the crystals away. "What the hell are you doing?" he said.

Piper tried to blow him up again. "Phoebe, he's gonna kill us, help us!"

"Piper, stop it!" Bel said. He conjured a fireball, not wanting to use it on Phoebe's sisters, but he would defend himself. "Why are you doing this?"

A door opened, and Phoebe stepped out of a bathroom, her face wet with tears. She picked up the crystal that Bel had kicked and moved to his side.

"Phoebe, tell them it's okay," Bel said, extinguishing the fireball so he could put his arm around her.

"It's okay," she whispered, pulling his head down to kiss him.

"Phoebe?" Piper said, her tone worried.

Phoebe moved away from Bel. "I'm sorry, too," she said, setting the crystal down to activate the magical trap.

"Phoebe, no!" Bel called. "No!" He tried to reach for her through the magical prison. "Don't do this! I'm not the Source!"

"Don't listen to him, Phoebe!" Paige said.

Phoebe bowed her head, unable to look at Bel. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry."

"Phoebe, please!" Bel called, panicking. "It's me! I'm not evil!"

The sisters began the spell, with Phoebe choking out the words. The Source vanquish was one of the most powerful spells the Charmed Ones could cast, and even if he wasn't the Source, he knew it would destroy him, and this time there would probably be no coming back. "Phoebe!"

As they finished the spell, a portal began to open behind him again. He threw himself toward it as everything exploded around him.

And found himself back at the Hyperion. Dream? Vision? Whatever it was, he was shaken enough to retreat to an empty room. He wasn't hiding and being emo. Nope, not at all.
demonbelthazor: (Bel is the Source!)
To say the Source was pissed would be an understatement. His flesh was still crawling with the effects of the exorcism the Winchesters had performed on Blair. It had taken him awhile to recover enough to venture back out of the Underworld.

But he had a few things to take care of before he left Fandom. He blazed into room 201, sprawled in a chair facing the door, and waited.

Cut for preplay. )

[ooc: preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] futurebucs_star, [livejournal.com profile] bridge_carson, and [livejournal.com profile] mparkerceo.]
demonbelthazor: (Crossed arms)
The Source flamed into an empty room on the 5th floor. Simple shape-changing wasn't a good idea for him at the moment, not without having to take out whomever he was impersonating permanently, which could possibly be discovered and lead right back to him.

Fortunately, he had another option available.

He pulled out his cell phone and called Blair.


[ooc: Locked to [livejournal.com profile] lovechildblair. Empty room used with admin permission. If it turns out this room is used for some purpose I'm not aware of (it's empty on the housing list), please just ping me and I can change the number.]
demonbelthazor: (Bel is the Source!)
The Source grunted in pain as he used his telekinesis to pull the pull the bullets from his back, flinging them across the chamber. The wounds from the gun and being crushed by the dumpster weren't fatal by a long shot, but he'd have to summon a healer to treat them.

He'd failed. And he'd been exposed. He couldn't return to the school not, not in this form. But he wasn't finished there yet.

The Seer rayed into his chamber. "I'm beginning to wonder if you can handle your new mantle of power," she said.

"Are you questioning my leadership?" the Source snapped.

"No," the Seer said smoothly. "You inherited the world's evil, I'll follow that anywhere."

"But?"

"Belthazor. He's still alive inside you and he loves the witch," the Seer pointed out. "And his feelings for the vampire affected your judgment tonight."

"I know," he snapped. "I can feel it."

"When you were a demon," the Seer persisted, "his feelings ruined more than one good plan."

"It's different now," the Source said. "Belthazor's voice used to scream inside my head. Now it's just a whisper."

The Seer nodded. "As soon as the Wiccan Festival of Lights has passed and the moon is waning, the time will be right for your coronation. Upon completion of the oath, you will be given the full powers of the underworld."

"And then nothing will stop me from taking what I want," the Source said, finally smiling for the first time in hours.

The Seer gave the Source a concerned look, but nodded obediently.
demonbelthazor: (Juvenile delinquent)
Late in the afternoon, the Source headed up to the roof for a smoke. Stupid Belthazor and his stupid nicotine addiction which he'd inherited. No one was around, so he lit the cigarette with a fireball and looked out on the school grounds, contemplating his next actions.

The Slayer was alive, somehow. She'd been dead when he left her, but someone had somehow revived her. Fortunately her brush with death must've affected her memory, since no one had come after him. But there was a risk that it could come back at any minute.

And Anders had betrayed him and told Parker about their relationship. Fortunately it seemed that Parker was keeping her mouth shut, but that could prove troublesome if she went to Phoebe about it. The tonic he'd been feeding Phoebe was making her dark side emerge, but he wasn't certain it was enough yet, and he didn't want to take that risk, either. It was possible he'd have to deal with Parker. And Anders, of course. The Source didn't take treachery lightly.


[ooc: locked to [livejournal.com profile] mparkerceo]
demonbelthazor: (Belthazor)
The Source had been enjoying himself.

After dealing with Cally, he'd felt the need to create a little chaos and confusion. He'd seized on the opportunity to kidnap Angela and torment her before letting Marty know where she was, arranging things perfectly to sow some discord in their relationship.

(Actually, he reflected, he should thank Marty. If he hadn't stripped Belthazor's powers, it wouldn't have been nearly so easy to possess him.)

On top of that, there were rumors that Bridge and Z were missing. While he wasn't responsible for that, that particular incident threw some more confusion into the mix.

Currently, Bel wasn't up to no good; instead, he was puzzling over the emails he'd suddenly gotten from Xander.

[Door closed, but post open.]
demonbelthazor: (Bel is Marty)
After calling Marty, Bel returned to the Pangolin cabin to see how Angela had fared last night. The cabins were insulated, of course, but it couldn't have been a comfortable night between the outside chill and lack of blankets.

He was wearing Marty's face again when he blazed into the cabin.
demonbelthazor: (Bel is Marty)
Bel disappeared from behind the Perk in a burst of flames, bringing Angela with him. They reappeared in the common area of the empty Pangolin cabin. It was so quick that Angela didn't have much time to even think of struggling. Bel released her, but remained wearing Marty's form, grinning at her. "Surprise," he said.


[ooc: locked to [livejournal.com profile] chasingangela and very much with the NFB!]
demonbelthazor: (Bel is contemplating something)
Agitated, Bel paced his room. First his failure with Veronica and Piper, then Cally's discovery of his powers last night. He was starting to leave a trail of evidence that could eventually point back at him, and that could not be allowed to happen. He'd have to step up his plans, move the coronation forward so he could end this charade.

And in the meantime, maybe he could arrange some sort of distraction, keep attention from falling on himself. So now he pondered this, wondering what he could do -- and who would be a suitable victim.

[ooc: open if you have need of the ex-demon.]
demonbelthazor: (Bel is flaming (shut up))
Returning to his room after a visit to the Underworld to oversee preparations, Bel appeared in his room in a blaze of fire.

Which should've been empty, but wasn't. Cally was sitting on the couch, staring at him as the flames died away.

This would have to be dealt with.

Cut for length and violence. )

[ooc: Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] sogothcally and [livejournal.com profile] nadiathesaint. No IC interaction possible. NFB!]
demonbelthazor: (Bel is Veronica)
Well, that hadn't gone as planned.

He'd gone to Veronica and Piper's apartment and shapeshifted into a CD rack to spy on them shut up, it's canon after Cally, Mac, and Lindsey arrived. When they'd headed to the party, he'd mingled with the crowd, keeping an eye on them and waiting for opportunity, which presented itself Veronica, Piper, and Cam had split off from the others. He'd shapeshifted into Veronica, knocked Cam out, and took his place.

It should've been an easy kill, but Belthazor had held him back, allowing Piper to use her powers on him. Then the real Cameron had shown up, running him down. And when the police started to get near, he'd decided to leave rather than finish the job.

The Source was not pleased. He'd stopped by the Underworld and destroyed a few underlings in a fit of pique before heading back to Fandom. The sooner he could finally be rid of this human soul, the better.

Fortunately he remembered to change back into his normal self before Phoebe or anybody in the school saw him. That would be awkward to explain.
demonbelthazor: (Bel is eeeeevil)
The Source stood in the doorway to the bedroom, watching Phoebe sleep. He idly bounced a ball of fire in his hand. He should kill her and be done with it. The Charmed Ones were his greatest enemy. They could possess the power to vanquish him. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

It was Belthazor's fault. He knew it would be a risk, dealing with a human soul. But the opportunity had been there, and at the Seer's urging he had taken it. There were rituals in the Grimoire that would help him, fully subjugate the soul and secure his power, but they needed time to prepare for.

In the meantime, the witch would live. But there were ways to bring even such a force of good under his sway.

He moved to the kitchen, waving his hand to conjure up several vials of liquid and herbs, along with a small cauldron. Holding out his arm, he used the athame to cut into his own flesh and let the blood drip into the cauldron. He poured a few more ingredients into the cauldron and mixed it with the tip of the dagger. Smoke rose, and he eyed the smoke detector in the room warily. But it didn't go off.

He poured the mixture into a glass. It would taste awful, but he could convince Phoebe to drink it. Cold medicine tasted just as bad, after all, and she was still recovering from her illness. He could sense the pull of evil on her, and the tonic would increase that until she was firmly in his power.

The doctor had been dealt with, and the angel would be too distracted by grief to sense his presence. The Source had plans to deal with Angel eventually. Anders was an obedient pet and a pleasing diversion. Things were going well.

He could feel Belthazor struggling within him, finally realizing what had been happening. He was horrified by what had been done to Dr. Wilson and by his betrayals of Phoebe and treatment of Anders. But he wasn't strong enough to stop him. The Source would keep him under control and play his role here at the school until he was ready to reclaim the Underworld and reestablish his rule there. Then nothing could stop him.

He returned to the bedroom, settling on the bed next to Phoebe. She stirred and sleepily looked up at him. "Drink this, sweetheart," he said softly, handing her the glass. "It will make you feel better, I promise."
demonbelthazor: (Bel is the Source!)
Bel woke up Monday morning and gave the-still-sleeping girlfriend an equally sleepy kiss. She hadn't been feeling well last night so, after going to see Dr. Wilson about his headaches, he'd gone to Caritas alone. He seen Seely in a dress (the horror) and talked to Anders.

Spending today snuggling in bed seemed like a good idea. But that, unfortunately, wasn't going to happen. When he got up to get something to drink, flames surrounded him, transporting him to the Underworld.

The Seer was waiting for him. )
demonbelthazor: (Hand on head)
Bel crept through the underworld, hands tight on his sword. He saw the Source standing with his back to him, arms upraised, chanting in Latin. Bel brought the sword back and prepared to strike.

The Source turned, his face hidden in the folds of his hood. "Wait," he said, pushing back the hood. Bel stared in shock at his own face.

"You don't really want to kill me, do you?" the Source said.

"But...how?" Bel stammered.

The Source lashed out, hitting Bel and knocking him to the floor. The sword flew out of his hand and into the grasp of the Source. "We're one now," he said. "I'm reborn, within you."

"I'll fight it!" Bel said. "I'll kill us both if I have to. I won't let you hurt Phoebe."

The Source smiled. "You don't have a choice." He raised the sword and stabbed it into Bel's chest.


Bel woke, crying out in pain and fear. )

[ooc: NFB, [livejournal.com profile] future_visions corrupted modded with permission.]
demonbelthazor: (Bel is eeeeevil)
The Source was having a difficult time reigning in Belthazor's human emotions. He was angry and frustrated over the day's events in LA and needed to vent some of it some how. But the Source had been certain to be on his best behavior at the Halliwell Manor and didn't want to cause any incidents that might draw attention to him at the Hyperion, either.

So he flamed back to Fandom, careful not to let anyone see him, and found Anders in his room.

That would definitely do the trick. He'd just have to do something so Angel couldn't tell. He'd forgotten about that and wouldn't make the same mistake twice.


[ooc: NFB. [livejournal.com profile] futurebucs_star shamelessly used with permission. ;) ]
demonbelthazor: (Bel is serious)
Bel blinked in confusion as he looked down at the suitcase on his bed. He didn't remember packing it. He'd visited the fourth floor common room that morning, and talked to Dean, Dawn, Cally, and Alanna, then headed into town to talk to Dr. Wilson about his headaches. Then he'd gone to see Anders to set things straight between them. That memory was kind of fuzzy, though -- did they have a few drinks or something? He had a feeling it had gone well, though; he felt very satisfied with the outcome.

But between the constant headache and the strange little gaps in his memory, he was starting to get really worried. He'd talk to Phoebe about it tomorrow. Or maybe Angel would have an idea about what could be causing it. But for now he had a bed waiting for him and a portal to catch in the morning. His main concern should've been surviving meeting Penny Halliwell, after all.
demonbelthazor: (Bel is plotting)
A 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. )
demonbelthazor: (Bel is determined)
After Aziraphale conjured the portal to the Underworld, Bel, Phoebe, Isabel, and Cameron stepped into it.

The reddish stone walls of the Underworld formed around them. The narrow corridors were lit by torches set into the walls, and the air was uncomfortably hot.

''Welcome to my home,'' Bel said. ''Just follow my lead and we should do okay.'' )

[ooc: NFB due to distance. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] future_visions, [livejournal.com profile] izzyalienqueen, [livejournal.com profile] cameronmitchell, and [livejournal.com profile] a_phale. No IC interaction possible, OOC comments welcome, of course.]

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