Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 21:36:10 GMT -5
Chapter Three – A Strange Demon
and Archemneme
Down in the underworld, the warlock that had been for the last couple of weeks been slowly going after Wyatt and Chris was in his lair. He was talking to a strange looking demon.
The demon, Archemneme, had green hair that looked like it was made of wires and green question marks in place of irises. He wore a long black trench coat.
“What brings you here?” The warlock asked with only mild interest.
“Word in the underworld is you’re after the sons of a Charmed One,” Archemneme stated. “If you’re serious about this, I want to help.”
This took the warlock by surprise. No one had volunteered to help him. It was actually rather suspicious. “What can you do?”
“I can control memories,” Archemneme informed him, “delete them.”
Delete memories? Who’s he kidding? That’s not what I need. I need their powers gone, not their minds. The warlock gave Archemneme an arched looked. “How will that help?”
“Are you kidding?” Archemneme looked at him. His eyes admitted that it was a familiar question, but they also expressed disappointment that this warlock didn’t get it. “A witch who can’t remember being a witch, who doesn’t know who his allies are. He’s a blank slate, easily molded, if you can get to him first. If you can have enough time with him, I can rewrite his memories to suit out purposes.” Archemneme slanted a green brow at the warlock. “Still think I can’t help?”
The warlock looked at Archemneme with a little bit of respect. “All right, you have my attention. What do you want in exchange for your help?”
Archemneme shrugged. “Just the chance to help take down a huge thorn in the side of the underworld.”
The warlock looked at him with complete surprise. Nothing? He wants nothing? “Nothing else?”
“Nothing else,” Archemneme assured him. “The way I see it, there is still a high probability I won’t survive even if I am successful.” He was one demon who not only didn’t underestimate the Halliwells, but was willing to make that sacrifice if it helped his side. A strange trait in a demon, to be sure.
The Warlock’s spirits fell. Disappointment clear he asked, “You think you will fail?”
“No,” Archemneme replied, the one word full of confidence. “I think I will succeed. I just think the Charmed Ones and their families will strike back. I trust you will use what I do to eventually defeat this family.”
“And if you survive?” the Warlock asked, feeling slightly better about this plan.
Archemneme shrugged. He was sure he wouldn’t. “Then, perhaps we can discuss this if that happens. Fow now, do you want my help?”
“Yes,” the warlock replied with a slight nod, “I believe I would like your help. I like the way you think.”