Chapter 2
Downtown San Francisco, a place of wonder and amazement for some, a place of battle for others. Now that the Underworld has been taken above ground, many things have changed in the fight against evil. The new source of all evil was, Andreas, nothing more than your average Warlock thirty years ago. But since he ascended to the throne, he has reformed the Underworld like no other has before, instead of skulking around in the underworld he moved the never ending battle, up into the mortal world. First by taking over huge banking companies on a global scale, the demons control 60% in the world stock market, with the mortals completely unknown to the fact. Both good and evil have taken their battles away from brawls and into a complex wave of financial and psychological battles. Now that the power of three has left the charmed ones due to Prue being brought back from the heavens, the underworld thought that they had the upper hand. Sending a wave of demons to attack the Manor, Andreas sat waiting until the good news came back, but something happened that he did not expect. The heads of every demon were sent back to him, aswell as an exploding potion which blew his pent house to pieces, and also took a chunk out of his left arm. That wound never fully healed. This was when Andreas knew that the Halliwell family were still a force to be reckoned with, and it was War all over again.
A tall man with dark hair, and a slight moustache was sat in an office atop one of San Francisco's tallest buildings. He was gazing out of the window and looking down at all the people below, all the cars whizzing past, and people scuttering around like mice, he smirked. “Mortals, pfft” he spat still glaring at them below. Then from behind him a strange sound like rippling of water came, and the air contorted into a purple shade. Stepping out of the contort came a dark skinned woman, dressed in a long black dress with short dark hair, she smiled and bowed here head down. “ You called for me, sire” she said softly looking at the man. Who in turn smiled and nodded his head, “ Yes I did Maxime, I want you use your powers and tell me what their next move is, I am getting impatient of waiting for an improvement in our attempts to break the Halliwell's once and for all” he snapped at her. She rolled her eyes the walked closer towards him and sat on a smooth couch that was next to his desk. “ Andreas, I have told you many a time, I cannot tell you what there next move is. Trust me I would love to be able to, that would solve all of our problems, but I just cant. Yes I can see almost anything else you ask of me, but not of what that absurd family do, my gift does not stretch that far.” she said playing with her hair, not taking her gaze away from his eyes. “ I made you my Seer for a good reason remember, because you are the best, so go now, and find me out some useful information we need to rock their foundations” he said dismissing her. Then in that same purple haze she vanished, almost as if she had never been there in the first place. The source of all evil tapped at his fingers, and sighed, something was stirring.
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Paige Mitchell, previously Paige Matthews, now lived in a nice house at the bottom of Prescott street. She lived their with her husband Henry, who was now the director at the police station, and her three children. Henry Jr, and the twins, Serena and Blair. Her life is less stressed now living away from the manor, and demon attacks rarely happen to her home. Since Prue came back thing have been awkward and hard for Paige to cope with, at first she thought Prue would never like because she felt threatened by her strong bond with Phoebe and Piper, her idea's were exactly right. Constant arguments ensued since Prue's return to the manor, over anything and everything, it was clear that the situation was not going to work. Since Prue had been brought back to earth from the heavens, there was no way she could move into a different house, so it was Paige to move.
Since the underworld came above ground, the Halliwell's have became just as tactical, they have bought many of the house's on Prescott street. Turning it into their own territory, and only letting magical beings or other witches move into the other houses. That street is almost like a no-go zone for any form of evil, and they run the street like a mafia family. With Wyatt living across the road from the Manor, Paige living near to the bottom of the street and Phoebe living three doors down from Wyatt, it is a haven for good magic. Even the elders approved of their entrepeneuring ways, and thats saying something.
Paige pulled up outside the manor in the same lime green beetle that she used to have, time had been good to Paige and hasnt changed much, no grey hair or wrinkle in sight. Dressed in simple black linen pants and a red top she hopped up the steps and walked in through the front door. Looking around she saw Melinda, Charlotte and Piper in the living room, and sighed, no Prue around. “ Hey guys, just thought id pop in and see how were all doing” she said smiling, doing the typical Paige routine. Piper turned around and jumped off the chair to her sister, she rarely saw Paige now and it was only when a crisis happened, hardly the right reason to visit your sister. “ Paige! Come in sit down, make yourself and home, i'll go make us some tea” she said fussing over her, being overly nice. Paige sighed, she sat down just like Piper asked, she didnt want to upset her sister if she refused. “ Thanks, that will be nice” she said smiling.
Looking to the t.v and seeing the new's she stopped smiling. “ Have you heard about Kra'ze, its becoming to much of a big thing for the bad guy's, Sam really needs to be careful, Henry Jr went in there the other night, and said he saw at least seven warlocks and three demons” she said waving her hands as Piper re-entered the room with a pot of tea, and two cups. Putting them on the table she looked back at Paige. “ Oh I know, next time I see her I'm gonna have words with her, I hear Venecia is becoming a hot spot aswell” she said looking annoyed. Ever since they sold p3 to Samantha Redfern, a witch, the club has boomed in popularity, except the wrong kind, the demonic kind. There was no reason for evil to be going in their and fraternizing with mortals, something must be going on.
