Dedicated, Alex rea through the sheets of paper she had given him. They were filled with contratual rabble. As if he would care about copyrights, or earning more money by breaking them. No... The only thing the ancient Demon Lord was interested in were the sisters. He wanted their little grimoire. He wanted the prestige of killing them. They were the charmed ones. A powerful force for the Light. They alone held enough power to vanquish the demons of his level, like himself and the Source. That was another reason why he wanted to eliminate them before they grew more experienced.<br/><br/>He liked to think he was powerful enough to match and even defeat them. But he was a cautious one. One didn't survive for two and a half millenia by being careless an arrogant. No... Sending the Daevas and other demons after them, as well as letting ordinary, freelancing demons attack them, was a calculated risk. He knew the James' sisters could defeat all of them without too much effort, and each kill gave them more experience. But... He ha observed them every fight. He knew of the extents of their powers. He knew the way they relied on each other, how they thought, how they acted in certain circumstances. It would give him the edge to forge the ultimate trap. But he wasn't that far yet.<br/><br/>He had to move slow, or he would be revealed before he was ready. His attention was also divided by his competitors. More wanted the powers of the James family for themselves. And many demons aspired his own strength and rank. Few could challenge him. Only his brother-by-choice, the most recent Source of all Evil, was stronger than him. But his enemies on the Dark side were sly, cunning and most of all ambitious enough. That was the true reason he wanted more power. He didn't care about getting a higher rank, but he liked his life and wante to keep it. He was immortal, eternally young if he wished to be and powerful enough he could fulfill his every desire without opposition.<br/><br/>He sensed the ripples indicating the silent kill he ordered on the Cicar's family. One more... the teenage daughter. Soon, their police friend would call the sisters and tell them of the situation, which was obviously a demon attack. By the time they were notified, the daughter would have been ripped apart as well. As he thought about it, a new addition to the plan started forming in his mind.<br/><br/>Careful as ever, while he pretended to focus intently on the contact, should anyone come in unexpectedly or even be watching him -was that the stench of a White Lighter he smelled there?-, his thoughts raced to form more plots and plans.<br/><br/>He could make things even more difficult for the sisters. He should prepare fake evidence linking the Vicar himself to these deads, or at least mark him as suspect. This way, the witches would have to face the police, knowing they had to protect this innocent. There was a multitude of thing he could do to implicate the Vicar. But the most sick and devious thing he could come up with for such a boring human was... doctoring proof he had been... using his own daughter for certain needs. Yes, that would do well.<br/><br/>With a triumphant smile, Alex finished thinking and reading and signed the contract with a flourish. Getting up, he knocked at the door, only to be told by the Janet-woman to wait for the sisters while she went to tell them he was ready for Chloe.<br/><br/>As he waited, he felt more ripples reach him through the shadows, filling him with adrenaline and pleasure...<br/><br/>Ellen, the Vicar's teenage daughter had been torn to shreds, her heart eaten, in the the girl toilets of her High School.