Post by Haden Mathias on Dec 22, 2009 10:06:01 GMT -5
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Everyone knows about demons. Those scary creatures that lurk under your bed at night, that skulk behind bushes while you walk home. Creatures that seek you out on Hollow’s Eve, thirsting for your blood. Dark creatures who were sent from a bad place to do very bad things…at least, that’s how they are portrayed in children’s stories, the G-rated version, but we all know those stories aren’t that far from the truth. But how much do you really know about demons? For example, where did the name “demon” come from? We know of the religious story that tells of Lucifer’s fall from Heaven to Hell, and of his dark, evil underlings who plight the world, but…whoever said the Unholy Creator named his creations?
Of his many, there was one so exceptional. One who could best them all time and time again and his name was Deimon. Deimon was a fierce; cunning force to always be reckoned with and all in the fiery pits knew of this and he longed to show this, to make it known that he was the first among many and in the absence of his Unholy Creator, Deimon took control and shaped what would become the Underworld and upon taking that throne, he took on a dark title and the amazing power that came with it. Deimon, that brilliantly ambitions demon, became the first Source of the Underworld and with him at the helm, he assembled the underlings of the Underworld; bringing together the hungry, filthy dwellers and bottom feeders of hell and organized them into an hierarchical system, creating an army that called themselves the Army of Deimon.
Now, why would an army be formed? Well, what are armies created for? In a word, war. At that time, the world was pure, the evil of man was nothing of a concern to Good and his kind went ignored and that was something he often called “simply unacceptable”. He had a plan, a big one but one he was not so hasty to act on. No, he waited and as he waited, his strength grew as his army grew and so did their undying loyalty to their new Lord. Overtime, the Army of Deimon blurred into a commonly termed army of demons, but whatever the name, it did not matter because the collective power was unimaginable but not unfelt. No force of Good was equipped to challenge this unseen threat and Deimon knew this because that’s what he laid siege the upper world.
In a single night, civilization, young as it was, fell. The earth burned and those in the heavens watched helplessly. At the last possible moment they foresaw what was to come and they did nothing. Why? There was nothing that could be done by them or anyone. Absolutely nothing. Not without a bit of Divine help.
It was in that moment of helplessness that the ancient Elders were imbued with a Seed Power, a creation power said to have come from the Holy Creator himself. With this weapon, they created the first witches, elementals, gypsies and other creatures of Good they felt were capable of combating the ravaging Evil and do the world some good.
Five long decades of fighting. That’s how long the fighting was estimated to have lasted; that’s how long each side endured. The horde of the Underworld, unquantifiable as they were, were unceasingly relentless and the Elders just created more and more creatures to take on the many critical missions and to fight the necessary battles…until something bad went wrong. The Seed Power vanished. Used up completely. At this point, fear ran throughout the Heavens, fearing that over fifty years of fighting would be easily undone in so short a period of time and though envisioned to be inevitable; one Elder was not willing to allow for that to happen. Odin, one of the oldest, wisest and rashest of them all, gathered a few of Good’s more powerful and skilled creations and sent them on a one-way mission, if only they knew of this.
Just about one hundred Good souls fought their way into the caverns of the Underworld but only three were able to make it past the Beast of the Underworld, Deimon’s pet, to make it to Deimon himself. Fearful as they were, they did what was needed. They sacrificed their powers and souls and imprisoned the Source with a spell so powerful it shook the Underworld and buried the demon and his beast along with their lost bodies for eternity.
In one night, the Underworld was thrown into chaos and the war was over. In the process, magic was greatly expanded into the Earthly plane and powerful creatures were introduced but at a great cost, one that no one seems to remember. This war took place it what was known as the Dark Era, it preceded the Dark Ages of humanity and it was hidden from humanity for good reason. If someone was to know of this story, to know that the burial place of the most powerful Source of Evil was still very much around somewhere…now that would just be devastating, now wouldn’t it.
The battles were finally over. The war that has been fought for hundreds of centuries had finally ended. The most powerful force of Good Magic that the world would ever know had done as destiny has foretold. The Charmed Ones did their task and earned an eternity of peace to live the lives they secretly dreamed about at night and no one, not the Angles, the Elders…nothing could take that which they have earned.
The years slowly passed. With the Charmed Power no longer the bind between them, the girls drifted off into their individual lives. Piper and Leo continue their happy lives in the Manor. Paige and Henry lived happy lives until Henry was killed on the job. With no way to save him, Paige gave herself completely to being a whitelighter and eventually became an Elder because of her incredible work as a Charmed One. Coop and Phoebe became a true romantic story. Each day brought feelings strong than the day before and it had nothing to do with him being a Cupid. Then to her surprise, Coop became mortal just so he could be with Phoebe and grow old and happy together but unfortunately, that dream was dashed when Coop was killed with Henry while on his first job as a mortal.
Phoebe Halliwell, age 40, was truly the last of the Charmed Ones now because Piper was complete finished with it. Still sad at the lost of her true love, she found solace in running an herbal store she took over where she started of selling what the store provided but eventually, it became a place where witches of this generation could come to Phoebe, hear her stories of loss and love; learn the ways of a witch and so much more. Little did she know that things were stirring in the darkness they thought they had vanquished. Nightmares begin to plague her, nightmares she discovered were premonitions that ached her heart. Premonitions that were becoming more and more frequent and vivid day and night and she knew she had to act. She could feel it. Something was coming.
Not wanting her family to have to return to fighting again, Phoebe Halliwell cast a spell with the help of an old sorcerer. She pushed her limits and altered the reality of her children, nieces, nephews and grandchildren. She gave them what she considered a gift. A normal life, a life where they didn’t know about demons…a life without magic. This, of course, did not affect Paige. Whether this was the best decision, she did not know, nor did she care. What she knew was that the Halliwell family was not being dragged back into this war. Not Halliwells…but others. Along with these visions of this coming, she had visions of a gathering. A gathering of witches, gypsies and elementals. A coven. A unique one, the second of its kind. A coven forged by her hand and will.