With a loud pop the demon burst into nothingness surrounded by flames. Triumphantly Beatrice turned to Penelope.
“You see you were just overreacting…” She bragged. The motion was sort of defeated when a vial flew inches from her ear. Turning she saw a second demon finish vaporizing.
“Right. Overreacting.” Penelope sighed.
“How was I to know he had backup?” Beatrice pouted.
“Honey you weren’t, but you should of at least suspected it.”
“At least we didn’t need the Power of Three…” Beatrice began.
“This time.” Penelope said. Her cell suddenly blared into life. Diving into her purse she answered it “Penelope Halliwell” as she and Beatrice orbed back to the manor.

Beatrice didn’t need to wait around long to be told off. Even before her feet had hit the landing Piper was beginning the lecture.
“Lecture…” Beatrice blurted out leaving Piper mid rant as she continued down the stairs.
“Yeah well, come back tonight. I’ve got to finish scolding you.” Piper shook her head. Being the oldest had its disadvantages.

Beatrice wasn’t even concentrating. To be honest her mind kept wandering back to the recent events. During the last couple of months every time she had got into any trouble the sisters had needed to use the Power of Three to save her, stop the demon or a combination of both. She sighed. Deep down she wished that this power could have been hers and hers alone. But then she was also glad that the sisters where her safety net. Locking down at her absentminded scribbling on the paper she had inadvertently written down a question.
‘Could the Power of Three belong to one?’

The Underworld was by no means a nice place to live. It might have had something to do with its occupants but Groggers still clung onto the fact that all the bitter infighting and dying should have made it a lot more fun to live in. Instead there were plotting factions and no good places to eat and for a demon such as him he needed good meals to devour. Striding through the halls he felt the an massive increase of power coming from a supposedly empty room. Peering into it he saw a rather homely looking woman muttering incantations into a swirling void.
“What witchcraft is this?” He asked the homely woman.
Turning the woman began to glow. Her bland features melted away revealing a stunning figure with long flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes. “My witchcraft.” She laughed.
“And you are?” Groggers asked unimpressed.
“Luna the jailor of souls.” She smiled. “And what about you, fat man?”
“Groggers, lord of the Tormentors.” Groggers boomed rubbing his fat hand through his hair. His sandy complexion contrasted sharply with his stylish black suit.
“Tormentors?” Luna asked striding over to Groggers. She stared deep into his eyes and Groggers felt her absorbing all the information in his skull. Within seconds the fat demon fell to the floor vanquished. “Well when you don’t have a soul I’ll just take your powers.” Luna said licking her bright red lips. “And now let’s see where my prison break is heading now.”

Beatrice mooched back upstairs to the Attic. The sisters had chewed her out good and proper. At least it was only them in the manor just now. The rest of the extended Halliwell family was away visiting the sister’s dad on Phoebe’s recommendation. Perhaps she had sensed something. Beatrice wondered. Reaching the attic Beatrice moved over to the Book of Shadows turning the pages she wasn’t sure what she was looking for only that she’d find it here.

Luna smiled at the old crone who was staring at her. The look of disbelief on the old hag’s face was enough to convince Luna that she may even keel over and die on the spot.
“I vanquished you.” The crone croaked.
“Not well enough apparently.” Luna boasted. Reaching out her hand shot out from within the mirror dragging the old crone closer. Their faces close enough to be touching the old crone tried one last incantation but even as she opened her mouth she found herself burning on the inside. Falling backwards she tried to release the imprisoned demons’ hands from hers but as she fell backwards she pulled the demon from the mirror and into the real world. As a final insult Luna stepped over the fallen crone. “Nice soul. I’ll take it.” She said before her eyes glittered and the old crone dissappeared. Turning her head towards the Halliwell manor she smiled. “The Power of Three for one.” She breathed.