Suite 518/520, Monday morning
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. "How did I get here?" Bel said, looking around in a panic.
"The Source's magic brought you," the Seer said calmly. "I see you accepting that very soon."
Bel grabbed her by the neck. "What are you talking about?" he growled.
"You know of my visions," the Seer said, unconcerned. "I foresaw you were destined for greatness when you were born. The Source was in need of a new host. His old body was growing weak. He wanted something young and virile, and there you were, with the perfect void in you waiting to be filled." She shook her head at the horror in Bel's eyes. "You can not change your fate. As you can see the evil within you wont allow it."
Bel let her go, staggering back and sinking to his knees. "I'll fight it," he said. "I'll kill it. I'll find a way."
"There is no way," the Seer said. "If your human soul wasn't clinging to the love for your witch so vigorously, it would've over taken you by now. It is only a matter of time, and after the Source has fully assimilated you, his power will protect you, shield you from her premonitions. That we can wait for. Unfortunately, there are other things that we cannot wait for."
Bel rubbed his forehead and climbed to his feet. "What are you talking about?" he said.
"The Source has been manifesting his power already," the Seer explained. "And there are some who may be close to realizing it. The vampire has sensed some of your behavior" -- she gave him a strange look -- "and the doctor is on his way to speak to him. And then there is the angel. If he looks at you too closely, he may realize your secret."
"Good," Bel murmured. "Let them. Let them stop me."
"No," the Seer corrected. "We must stop them or you will never reclaim the throne."
"I don't want the throne!" Bel insisted.
"You will," the Seer said, "but at the moment you're not secure enough in your powers to control the Underworld."
"I won't do your bidding, Seer," Bel said. "You can't force me."
"Perhaps not," the Seer said. "But the Source can."
Bel blazed back to Fandom. Pain stabbed his head as the Source exerted its control.
He knew what he had to do.
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. "How did I get here?" Bel said, looking around in a panic.
"The Source's magic brought you," the Seer said calmly. "I see you accepting that very soon."
Bel grabbed her by the neck. "What are you talking about?" he growled.
"You know of my visions," the Seer said, unconcerned. "I foresaw you were destined for greatness when you were born. The Source was in need of a new host. His old body was growing weak. He wanted something young and virile, and there you were, with the perfect void in you waiting to be filled." She shook her head at the horror in Bel's eyes. "You can not change your fate. As you can see the evil within you wont allow it."
Bel let her go, staggering back and sinking to his knees. "I'll fight it," he said. "I'll kill it. I'll find a way."
"There is no way," the Seer said. "If your human soul wasn't clinging to the love for your witch so vigorously, it would've over taken you by now. It is only a matter of time, and after the Source has fully assimilated you, his power will protect you, shield you from her premonitions. That we can wait for. Unfortunately, there are other things that we cannot wait for."
Bel rubbed his forehead and climbed to his feet. "What are you talking about?" he said.
"The Source has been manifesting his power already," the Seer explained. "And there are some who may be close to realizing it. The vampire has sensed some of your behavior" -- she gave him a strange look -- "and the doctor is on his way to speak to him. And then there is the angel. If he looks at you too closely, he may realize your secret."
"Good," Bel murmured. "Let them. Let them stop me."
"No," the Seer corrected. "We must stop them or you will never reclaim the throne."
"I don't want the throne!" Bel insisted.
"You will," the Seer said, "but at the moment you're not secure enough in your powers to control the Underworld."
"I won't do your bidding, Seer," Bel said. "You can't force me."
"Perhaps not," the Seer said. "But the Source can."
Bel blazed back to Fandom. Pain stabbed his head as the Source exerted its control.
He knew what he had to do.