:. Open .: Barter with the Devil

[Barbas]

The dark hellish pits had been his 'home' and torture for far to long. Barbas wanted freedom. Yet still he was bound by the curse that helpd him to his truest hell. There weren't near enough Friday the thirteenth's in a year. He longed to be up there, playing with his 'favorite toys' The Charmed Ones. They weren't the easiest witches to scare, Prue Piper Phoebe and Paige all provided a challange. One he welcomed freely and greatfully. Most witches were just so boring. So easy to kill. Barbas longed for more than that, for the challange. He got that in the Charmed Ones.

Barbas was well aware that the Charmed One was now a new generation. Young nieve and varnerable. He was in the Book of Shadows, they knew his name and his power but not his face. Plus too he had some other tricks up his sleeve. Bored at the moment though he bided his time did anythng and everything he could to amuse himself. Even if it meant sucking up the the Source himself just for those few glimmers of freedom from the darkest depths of the Underworld. Or him, for a change going out of his character and offering to cut other demons a deal. Offering them some sort of reward if they could amuse him, to bring him innocent young witches for him to scare to death. He was desperate.

Time passed differently in the Underworld than it did 'Up There'. The shadows didn't help, the flicker of the flames the crys and screams of innocents trapped him brought down by other demons. They were the lucky ones. Able to come and go as the whim pleased them. Or to do the bidding of the Source. Barbas was a selfish demon, always had been. He would rather look out for himself than to ever accept help or assistance from others. He fought and killed for his own glory and pleasure. He worked for no-one willingly, unless there was a reward in it from him. If was of his own doing that he was in purgatory now. Clearly he had been a threat, something to be subdued. He was his own demon he answered to no-one. Barring perhaps the Source who could place a bounty on his head, or out right kill him himself.

With no desire to go to Limbo and be traped there where his soul would never be free he followed the rules as much as required, yet was out side of the laws. He was far from 'good'. Killing and taking innocent life for his own sadistic pleasures. Yet too he wasn't totally 'evil'. He wasn't like the other demons, his ways of killing weren't violent and brutal like some demons. It could be said that he was a passafist, he would rather plant an idea .. a fear and sit back to watch the person distroy themselves. That to him was far more rewarding than to take a life by his own two hands with. More often than not there was no blood involved. Humans all seemed to share common fears. Heights, closed spaces, spiders, death.. excetra. Thast was why he lived for the challange. The Charmed Ones were the few who lived through his fear. Their fears always changed.

With a heavy sigh he shook himself from his thoughts. A deep annoyed growl escaped between his teeth. "Someone free me from this endless bordom please?!" He asked his voice riseing in the dark chamber around him. The only voice that came back was the echo of his own.

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