and yet there was no forever

part two - why her?

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„Whatever it is you want to talk about..." Delia started as they arrived in a big hall snd stopped in the middle of it. „...I would like to say something first Mr. Langdon." she continued after locking her eyes with the ones she found in front of her.

Michael smirked. His piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate all of Cordelia's walls and facades that were protecting her thoughts and mind which allowed the Antichrist to read her like an open book.

*Get out of my head.* Cordelia thought to herself.

The antichrist chuckled. „Smarter than i thought, witch." he said as he took a step closer to Cordelia, making her slightly uncomfortable.

„You see... I don't want to be considered disrespectful by you. Neither I want you to think that i would be a rude guest or an enemy to you, so say what you wanted to say, i am not a patient person." Mr Langdon talked low. He stared at Mrs Goode and waited for her to start the conversation.

„I do not have serious personal problems with you..." Cordelia started before Michael interrupted her.

„Lie." he said.

„Excuse me?" Cordelia questioned.

„By all respect supreme." Michael said mockingly. „You lied with every word you have spoken in this sentence." he continued.

„What?" Delia spoke and smiled as an attempt to cover her nervousness up, which didn't quite work the way she wanted it to.

„I am not so easy to be fooled Mrs Goode." The antichrist whispered while taking one step closer to Cordelia with every word he spoke.

Cordelia backed off a bit. „What is it that you want?" Cordelia asked him serious. „What are you here for?"

„I want your witch." he answered coldly.

„Which one?" Delia questioned him frightened.

„Misty Day. Her ability of bringing souls back to life amazes me in so many ways. She would be a great companion for my travels around the globe." Michael said while more than just surely knowing that Mrs Goode was feeling very strong emotions towards Misty.

„No." Cordelia denied. Her eyes started to turn glossy from her tears, caused by the thought that Michael would easily be able to just take Misty with him anyways. This thought just wouldn't leave her mind after it plopped into it.

Cordelia knew he was a higher power as soon as he looked into her eyes for the first time.

„Oh, no you said?" Michael chuckled evil.

„No." Cordelia let out a sigh. „Please." she added.

„What a shame." the antichrist laughed before he snapped with his fingers and disappeared in front of Delia's eyes. He just vanished.

Cordelia panicked and ran into the room where all the other witches waited patiently.

„Misty!" she screamed across the room before entering the one where Misty was supposed to rest on the sofa. Soon after leaving the room, the other witches followed her.

Instead of Misty resting there, she found the antichrist standing in front of her in the middle of the room, holding Misty with one arm tightly pressed onto his body in front of him while his other hand was holding a knife to her throat.

"One step closer and this witch dies." He said.

A shiver ran down Cordelia's spine, leaving her shaking. "Misty..." she whispered underneath her breath.

Cordelia was now looking deep into Misty's eyes. Misty threw a look over to her as if she would say "it's okay, don't worry about me" while giving a lovely smile to her.

None of the witches dared to move just a centimeter – all of them stood there as if somebody turned them into stone.

"You don't have to do this." Cordelia agonized talking.

"Oh, please." Michael breathed. He seemed visibly annoyed of everyone standing in this room. "I take what I want. You weren't ready to hand this witch out to me, so I had to get her myself."

A tear left Delia's eye unintentionally which caught Michael's attention.

"She means so much to you that THE supreme has to shed tears? How pathetic." He scoffed. Chut. The blade that was sitting on Misty's throat seconds ago was now slitting it open.

The witches flinched and all of them gasped in shook.

Misty's eyes rolled in the back of her head before she fell onto the ground. Laying there motionless – blood was streaming out of the clean cut that Michael inflicted on the girl.

Cordelia cried out. She let out a loud scream and ran over to Misty's dead body. She kneeled down in front of it and was now sitting in a pool of blood. Cordelia grabbed the body and pulled it closer to her own. "It's okay Misty. It's okay..." she whined. Tears poured down Cordelia's face.

Madison Montgomery wanted to walk over to the dead body as well as a tear escaped her eye too, but Myrtle gently grabbed her by her wrist and shook her head. "Leave them alone for a bit." She whispered while holding in her tears.

The witches were able to see Cordelia's whole body trembling over Misty as she was in so much pain, even though they stood good five meters away from them. Delia laid her head onto Misty's and kept holding her body tight. It was a torture to watch this for the witches but they didn't want to leave Cordelia alone in this room.

All the time that this scene was happening Michael stood next to the two women on the floor and watched Cordelia suffering. A smile was dancing on his lips. The Antichrist was feeding from Cordelia's pain. It gave him power and made him grow stronger while it drained Cordelia's mind and soul.

As Delia wanted to look down into Misty's face, there was no Misty. In her arms there laid Ariel Augustus the grand chancellor of the Hawthorne School.

Cordelia flinched. Her painfilled facial expressions turned into a wondering look. She sat up and stared at the man that was laying beneath her face.

"Isn't this a member of the Warlock Council?" Madison questioned.

Cordelia pulled her shaking hands away from the dead body that was resting on her legs. "It indeed is, yes." She gave answer to her.

Michael took a step closer to Cordelia and offered her to help her standing up with reaching out for her hand. Cordelia backed off and stared into his eyes with an empty look on her face.

"What's wrong dear?" the antichrist asked her provocatively.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" Cordelia gulped. "What was this?"

"This my dear, was a free show performed by the antichrist." Michael beamed proudly.

"H-how?" Delia stuttered but was left in a little trance from the fact that the antichrist was standing right in front of her.

The antichrist rolled his eyes caused by how annoyed he was of the witch in front of him "It was an illusion." He groused. "Your dearest Misty is peacefully resting in outpost three. I brought her there. Don't worry – she is safe. She is being protected by a spell I laid on her."

"This is not possible." Cordelia spoke but before she finished this sentence the antichrist snapped with his fingers once again and disappeared to where he came from.