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In a cleared space in the attic the three sisters stood, each at their point of the triangle, the assembly of The Power of Three.
They were naked, sweating slightly in the heat, but this didn't bother them.
Firstly they were sisters and had grown up close. There was no shame in seeing each other like this.
Secondly they were witches and rituals had demanded stranger things in the past.
Thirdly they were bound to the command of Haze, standing in the center of the triangle, and she had demanded that they all be disrobed. The sisters chanted the words Haze had told them, ancient dialect, no longer spoken or even recognized in the world. It was the language of demons, summoning rites to be performed. Much to the sisters' surprise, and they were certainly capable of surprise despite their controlled state, Haze did not go near the Book of Shadows.
In fact the woman seemed to bear the book a healthy respect, whether out of fear of its power or respect for its owners was impossible to divine. The sisters felt the magical energy surging through them, connecting them to the force of the other. At first there had been no effect as they chanted but now it was far more visible. Paper and dust spun about in miniature whirlwinds, spinning out of the triangle and dissolving against the walls. Here and there crackles and sparks were visible in the hot air. Then the light appeared, hovering above Haze, a bright light shone.
Yet somehow, in its brilliance, there was a darkness, an infinite darkness, as if it was simply the shell of an egg which was ready to give birth to a new universe. Slowly it grew wider and wider, the white spot spilling out into a circle in the center of the triangle.
They all knew what was on the other side: Hazes home, a demon world filled with creatures beyond imagination. And they all knew what would occur when that white seal was broken and the gateway was opened. Phoebe had seen it. She had foreseen the white surface cracking, instantly spewing out the demonic forces into the world, ready to throw all mankind into chaos. That was what Phoebe had seen, or had been forced to see and recount to them. They all knew what would happen when that seal broke but they were helpless to resist the commands that Haze gave them.
The whiteness cracked open.
Blackness erupted.
Hundreds of demons lurched forward, reaching down for the floor. Halfway they stopped. They stopped dead in their tracks, hovering, incapable of movement. For them, time had stopped.
Slowly they began to recede, forced back into their realm by a giant invisible hand lifting them, telekinesis driving them back. Prue focused, straining with all her will to force them back until not one demon rested on the earthly side of the barrier. Without another word, for there was no time for words, Haze leapt, vanishing into the twisted alien mass. And as she did the darkness dissolved, replaced once again by the whiteness which itself then faded away until there was
nothing left in the attic but three sisters, naked, sweaty and utterly exhausted.
"Well, It was a better outcome than I expected." Piper commented as she sat at the kitchen table, sipping a warm cup of drinking chocolate.
Phoebe nodded in agreement, holding her cup before her. "Well I think that it's nice for once to meet a demon who can complete their plans without destroying everyone else. Of course there was the betrayal, humiliation and powerlessness to deal with."
"We can take it. We're grown up girls." Piper shrugged.
"I don't know about you guy but I'm shagged out." Phoebe stopped and considered for a second. "Sorry. Poor choice of words."
"Never mind. I'm hitting the sack too." Prue yawned.
"What do you think she wanted?" Phoebe thought aloud as she stood. "I mean that place was pretty icky. And I don't think a lot of the inhabitants are going to like her."
"I guess she was just looking for a place to call home."
"Well I know what I call home. Right fellow witches?"
"Sure Phoebe."
The three witches retired, heading for their rooms after a bizarre day, but perhaps a day no more bizarre than many. They lay in their beds, ignoring the heat and eventually all succumbed to sleep. But not before each of them explored some new and unique aspects of their powers.
THE END??
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