Evan lets out a breath as he leans against one of the pillars and looks around him. Then lack of light in tht large room is comforting to him on a deep level.

Dark, just like me. he thinks as he taps his fingers against his thigh.

His foray to the side of good didn't last long, they never did. and now he was back where he started. He was home.

Moments after the Source has departed their company for more important matters, the Seer watches Evan from across the room. She, too, is perched against a large pillar; her delicate form dwarfed by its size but still manages to radiate a deadly beauty. Silence fills the air as the Seer considers how to best incorporate this demon into her own plans without upsetting the Source.

"Evan..." The silky tone of her voice is accompanied by a slick smile as the clairvoyant demon pushes herself away from the pillar. Arms loose at her side, the Seer begins to close the distance between the two, her hips swaying as she walks. "How does it feel to be back in the fold?"

Evan’s thoughts turn to the just ended meeting with the Source. A small wicked grin plays at the corner of his mouth as he enjoys the notion that She wanted him to play a part in her plans. Of course, since when has he ever said no to a good looking woman? Never, nor would he ever.

"Evan..."

His fingertips drum against the marble of the pillar as he pushes himself off of the marble. The sound of the Seer’s voice makes him grin. Lustful images and impulses jump to the fore, her voice like silken fire along his nerves. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he forgot that she was there.

He pauses at that point, turning to gaze in her direction. The grin becomes a full smile as he watches her walk, hips swaying like a belly dancer.

I could watch her move, and never get enough.

"How does it feel to be back in the fold?"

Her question brings him back to reality. He pauses to consider the answer. When he speaks, he finds that the gap between the pair is smaller then it was before. “It feels good, I am where I should be.”

"Yes. Yes you are." The Seer allows her smile to widen. She closes the distance between the two of them, standing directly before the half demon. Her petite stature leaves her standing below his shoulders, but that does not bother her. She meets his gaze, a hand lightly touches his arm as though it were the most natural action for her to take. (Exactly where you should be.)

"It's going to take work to get back into Her good graces, which I am sure you realize Evan." The Seer hands falls lower, following the natural path of his arm. She glances at her traveling hand, pulling it away as it passes over Evan's forearm. She looks back up, the smile gone and replaced by an almost vulnerable look. "She is not as quick to forgive as I am."

"She may ask things of you - seemingly strange things - and you must do them without question." The Seer tilts her head, searching Evan's eyes with her own for some sign of comprehension. "Do you understand Evan? You can not afford to upset Her again."

Evan's gaze watches every inch of the Seer as she moves. He gives her a cock-eyed grin and he realizes, just how short she is compared to him.

You know what they say, Good things come in small packages and she is definately that.

"It's going to take work to get back into Her good graces, which I am sure you realize Evan."

"I know that."

"She is not as quick to forgive as I am."

The look on her face combined with her words made him snicker. Please, all women have claws. You're just not using yours... Yet. You will if you feel the need.

"She may ask things of you - seemingly strange things - and you must do them without question. Do you understand Evan? You can not afford to upset Her again."

Evan's dark eyes meet hers in a lock as he says. "I do, yes. She's probably going to want people dead too." He shrugs and then adds, "I don't plan on upsetting her again, be assured of that."

"Good."

Her lips curl into another smile at the demon's answer. He feared their mistress and that could prove to be very useful. It made her task all the easier. She did not lay out decades worth of planning for it all to fall apart now. And in the end, she would have her glory as the demon that destroyed the Halliwell line. A process she has already begun and partially successful in. (And the Halliwells have no idea.)

The Seer's eyes grow distant momentarily as she thinks upon all that she has accomplished thus far. Three of the Halliwell clan now lay in ruin because of her actions, which is more than what most demons can boast.

After a moment, she comes back, realizing that she had momentarily spaced out on the demon. However, being the quick on her feet type, the Seer uses the momentary lapse in judgment to her advantage, pretending it was a vision that she received.

"Very interesting..."

Evan smiles at her, his mind rolling over the idea of how beautiful she looked at that moment, and it wasn't his hormones talking, or at least he thought so.

Being a half demon was a curse because he had to deal with the emotions and needs and all that crap that humans swore made them special.

Yuck, except fo, r what I feel right now. he thinks as he watches her, his brows raising slowly as he wonders what is on her mind.

"Very interesting..."

He crosses his arms over his chest as his eyebrows arch to their maximum.

"What is interesting?" he asks her.

"There is a woman..." The Seer begins, gazing up into Evan's eyes. She holds the demon's attention; demanding it even. Holding her ground, directly before Evan, she does not waver as she speaks the words of her unseen vision. At her description of the woman. the Seer's voice practically scoffs. "A mortal, to be sure. Yet one with potential. Potential to become very useful to our cause."

It is now that the woman in barely opaque clothing turns from her audience and begins to walk away. She takes but four steps before turning back to Evan. An intensity burns within her; unbridled ambition. "We must have her."

"There is a woman..."

Evan taps his fingers against his forearm as he stares at the seer. Okay I am not a mind reader babe. More info would be nice

Evan watches her move, lust clouding his head as time rolls on.
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"Mortal you say?" he asks, raising his dark brows.

"We must have her."

"I figured so much. So what can you tell me about her other then what you have all ready? I mean I cannot go and fetch her if I know nothing of her."

His words were not ment to put her down. He was just stating the ovious. San Fransico had many girls.

"Of course."

The Seer's reply is sickly sweet, though a rush of anger runs through her insides. Regardless of his intent, the words seemed biting and disrespectful. But the Seer is well-versed in self-control and hides her anger well. The smile never falters.

"However, I do not have the tools through which to show you here." She pauses. Her eyes roam down Evan's body and then back up again, meeting his gaze. "You shall have to come to my chambers."

There is barely a pause long enough for a reply before the two become surrounded in a hazy mist that teleports the pair down to the Seer's private chambers.