-Cordelia's POV-
"Do I have to be friends with the bitch?" Queenie rolled her eyes and scooped some mashed potatoes onto her plate.
"Yes! You have to earn her trust." I chided, taking a sip from my glass of water.
"Why couldn't Zoe do it? Or Madison?!" She groaned and threw her spoon down. White globs sprayed everywhere, chunks of the potatoes littering the oak table and nearby silverware.
"Because Cordelia knows I would slit her throat the moment she pisses me off and Zoe is busy trying to get us a ticket to see you know who for information." Madison spat and looked at Queenie with annoyance. "Duh!"
"She is clearly important to Michael. We need to get closer to her and do so in a way where Michael won't notice." I reasoned and Queenie scowled at me. "You're the best option there is."
"I talked to that bitch for three seconds the other night and I already wanted to smack her. She was all bubbly and obnoxiously laughing." She scoffed and shoved a spoonful of food into her mouth. "When I told her I liked her outfit, she looked so grateful like I saved her life or something! How do you expect me to be friends with that?!"
"She seems like a sweet soul." Myrtle murmured as she puffed on a cigarette.
"Queenie... This is important. We cannot fail, you cannot fail. The future is in our hands." I sighed, just as Zoe bursted through the double doors of the dining room. Behind her, Behold also rushed in, both of them panting. "What is it?!"
"Papa Legba... Is allowing us.... To speak to her!" Zoe exclaimed, adjusting her charcoal black hat atop her head. Pride emitted from the strong witch as she delivered the good news.
"How did you manage to do it, darling?" Myrtle's feather-soft voice inquired and I stood up, grasping Zoe's hands in my own in a sign of gratitude.
"Behold made a deal with Papa Legba!" All eyes turned to Behold, who gazed at us in triumphant.
"All you witches better bow down and pay up, since I was the one who got us the chance to learn more about this little Miss Guardian of Light." He shook his fingers at us, whipping off his cape and plopping down on a nearby chair. He poured himself a glass of tea and sipped it casually with his pinky finger in the air.
"Well?!" Madison urged him to talk, obviously impatient.
"Papa Legba agreed to our deal as long as I gave him what I wanted." Behold shook his head as he let out a chuckle. "That dirty devil! He couldn't have made it easier for us!"
"What did he want, Behold?" I asked in anticipation.
"One of my old lovers from three decades ago! He's a warlock and apparently owed Papa Legba for all the gifts Papa gave to him. It was time for him to repay his debt and I had to be the one to collect it." A wide smile bloomed on Behold's face. "Not that it bothered me. The bastard was bad in bed anyway, so an eternity with Papa Legba seems appropriate for all the disappointing nights we spent together."
We gawked at the man in shock, not believing his words. Zoe only nodded, confirming what Behold said.
"Well, what are you all staring at?! Go ahead and visit her already!" Behold clapped at us sassily. "Chop, chop!"
With his words, we all rushed into action.
Within a couple minutes, I found myself in a dimly lit room. Agonized screams could be heard a few feet away and I approached the sound bravely. There, within a iron-clad cage, stood the once powerful Delphine LaLaurie. She yelled in anguish, tears streaming down her face as she begged for mercy for her daughters. My eyes wandered over to the tall figure who held a metal poker in her hand, jabbing one of the screaming girls repeatedly with exhaustion clear in her dark brown eyes.
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Twisted Souls || Michael Langdon
Fanfiction"He was consumed with darkness and I was his anchor, tethering him to the light." ~A story where two souls discover the true meaning of salvation in a corrupt world~
