This story starts off from 3.22: ‘All Hell Breaks Loose’ on the other side of the disturbance – the world had time not been turned back. Take another look at the dark side of Charmed: Seasons 4-6, as they would have happened with Prue.

As All Hell Broke Loose

“It can’t be true,” Phoebe, cried in disbelief, “Piper can’t be dead!”

“I saw it with my own eyes,” Leo said in tears.

“Was it Shax?” asked Cole, “It must have been.”

“I don’t think so,” said Leo sobbing, “Shax doesn’t fire bullets.”

“Come on,” said Phoebe with her face beetroot red, “we’re leaving Cole, Prue needs us.”

Cole backed away and shook his head, “I’m sorry Phoebe,” he sighed, “The Source knows we’re here, I’ll have to inform him of our departure.”

“You think the Source would just let another Charmed One go?” asked Leo just as distraught as Phoebe, “I’m sure he’d love to bump off another Charmed One.”

Meanwhile, beside Tempus, resting in his chambers appeared a strange figure, blurring into view dressed in black. “Tempus,” said the mysterious figure, “We’re here to make sure time goes as we wish it to.”

“Who are you?” asked the most powerful demon in The Underworld.

“An Avatar,” spoke the man, “and we wish to change the course of destiny: to do so we need to destroy you – the defining moment in a critical point in history.”

“You cannot destroy me,” Tempus replied, “Only the Source possesses the ability to end my life.”

“Fortunately,” said the Avatar, “I am one of a few with powers that go beyond your comprehension.” The Avatar generated a green sphere of light in his grip, glowing with an intense luminance; throwing the light into Tempus his body began to heat up and pull itself apart ending its life in a cruel explosion.

Easy as pie, thought the Avatar, now to watch the events unfold.

“Source,” begged Cole to his master after traversing The Underworld, “please, we beg of you: demondom has been exposed to the world. I plead to you, reverse what was and change what is, save the world from this mass revelation of our kind.”

“Do not dare ask favours of me, Belthazor. I know the truth, of you and your witch. I could not reverse time even if I wished to, an unknown force has destroyed Tempus,” spoke the Source in a ruby red cloak with a large broadsword in hand.

“What can we do?” asked Cole, “You know as well as I do, that if someone is killed as a consequence of exposure even the Cleaners can’t undo it.”

“Then we shall clean this mess ourselves,” said the Source, “or more particularly: you ... you and your witch. I order you and your love to clean up this mess yourselves.”

“But how?” asked Cole perplexed.

“By converting you witch to our side: if she can kill seven mortals who saw the events of Piper’s final moments, then we will use our own forces to wipe all records and memories of the events.”

“You wish to make Phoebe a warlock?”

“No,” said the Source in a sinister voice, “a demon, it can be done.”

“What kind of demon?” asked Cole; undisturbed by the demon King’s proposal.

“No demonic active powers as such, simply an enhancement of her own powers – stronger, capable of carrying a demonic child.”

Cole stood back shocked, “What of Piper?” asked Cole, “Phoebe will not agree to do anything unless we can be certain Piper will be alright.”

“I’ll have my alchemists personally revive her, if you and your witch can take out three innocents: witches, unrelated to the seven I pointed out earlier ... then she’ll be brought back to life.”

“OK,” said Cole reluctantly yet obediently, “I can be sure Phoebe will agree with me, if it’s to save Piper.”

Orbs materialised in front of Prue, taking the bullet that had been fired at her. Leo exploded into orbs as the shot hit the ground, the Whitelighter pulled himself together again in front of the witch as he held his dead wife.

“Prue,” said Leo in tears, “If you want to come home with me, then I’m here,”

“No, it’s OK,” said Prue no longer crying – just angry, “I’m going to kill these sons of bitches. They tried to kill me.”

Leo and his departed spouse were taken up in orbs, arriving in the manor where he wept – his shirt covered in blood, holding Piper close to him.

Prue stormed through the door, there were the guards before her and as she twitched her fingers their guns were pulled from their arms and sailed to the roof; all besides two, which were pulled into her grip.

She extended the weapons; her rage and her pain had destroyed her belief in the forces of good. The weapon held out and bullets sprayed into the CIA Special Forces army men, they fell to the ground drowning in their blood leaking from their bodies.

Prue threw the weapons to the ground and stormed off, walking over their corpses and out into her car out front stepping in, as her sister’s blood trickled down her.

“It’ll be OK,” Leo said to his wife, who lay on the couch, “It’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, Phoebe and Cole ... they’re fixing it ... it’s just we won’t know until it’s done because ... we can’t make contact with them anymore ... they’ve crossed over.”

Piper did nothing, her body hit the couch and blood trickled from her ears onto the cushions.

“That’s right,” said Leo replying to an unsaid remark, “Everything will be just fine.”

“Cole,” said Phoebe to her boyfriend as she continued to cry, “I know I have to do this to bring back Piper, but ... I’m a Charmed One ... I can’t go around killing innocents.”

“We’ll have to,” he said holding her close, “we have no choice, if we’re to save Piper.” An energy ball formed in his grip as Phoebe soared high in the air, before them in the magic shop were two male witches and a female witch in the middle of a Wiccan ritual.

“Demons!” said the woman shocked.

These witches had active powers of their own and a Book of Shadows. “Serena!” said the man, “Don’t let them hurt you, that one there; he’s familiar.”

“It is Belthazor,” said the other man noticing as Cole turned black-and-red, “I’d recognise that fearsome demeanour any day.”

The witches each began to fade to semi-invisibility, as they reached for three idol statues from a shelf, which fitted together like puzzle pieces as an electrical barrier was constructed before them.

“Jacob, Mark,” said Serena frightened for their safety, “Belthazor is the demonic soldier of fortune: indestructible without a vanquishing potion made of his flesh.”

“Lucky I have a fresh batch,” said Phoebe drawing an athamé from her pocket, walking over the lightning wall and into the midst of her targets.

“That would make you a Charmed One!” Mark said with relief, “Please save us.”

A tear ran down Phoebe’s cheek as she slit the throat of the female witch who fell to the ground. “This feels wrong,” Phoebe sobbed, “But I can’t let Piper die.”

“When you become a demon, like me,” Cole informed throwing an energy ball into Jacob, “The Source can remove your conscious, ease your burden.”

“I beg of you,” cried Mark, “you killed my sister and my cousin, don’t you know how it feels to lose a loved one?”

“All too well,” sobbed Phoebe as she jammed the knife into the witch’s stomach, “But I’d rather it be yours then mine.”

TBC