"I'm tired of killing!" I shouted in frustration to Cole, the Source of All Evil. And sadly, my father. "You WILL get rid of all witches, enough said!" Cole's voice boomed with anger. His coal black eyes bore into mine. I showed no fear, or intimidation. "Now," he began, "Our next target; The Charmed ones!"
I stared at him as though he had lost his mind. "That's..That's suicide!" I managed to spit out. Cole grinned, as though that was a good thing. "But your immune to witches, so your all set to go, my dear child. Plus, I need one witch in particular, so don't kill all three." He explained. I raised an eyebrow. "Who?" I asked. "Phoebe Halliwell." That was all Cole said before he shimmered away.