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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" A voice asked, prompting Molly to turn around on the spot and drop her hands down by her sides. It was the first woman in the house she saw that asked the question, leaning in the door frame with a glass in hand.
"Practising," she shrugged, turning her head back to the fireplace and drawing the current flames away, reducing them to ash.
"Practising to kill my grandson, I'd bet," she takes a sip from her glass, moving to sit on the couch closest to Molly. She crosses one leg over the other formally, looking at the Second Coming with pure interest as she lifted her hand and arose flames again.
"Wow, so everyone in this house is related to him?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Molly allowed the fire to continue to burn, turning around to leave until the lady interrupted again.
"My name is Constance Langdon," she started, grabbing her attention once more. "I'm a good Christian woman, you know. Pardon my intrusion, but I overheard your conversation with Mrs Harmon."
"I'm sure you are, miss," she responded kindly, crossing her hands in front of her.
"You're never going to stop my grandson with a few flames, he dwells amongst fire," she gestured with her finger back and forth between Molly and the fireplace. "If I were you, I'd do what every strong woman does to take a man down. Seduction."
"I don't believe my father put me on this earth to seduce the essence of all evil," she breathed a laugh, shaking her head. "Seven deadly sins, and all that."
"How else do you propose to stop him, hm?" She enquired, her scrutinising gaze weakening Molly's resolve ever so slightly. "Our Lord Jesus himself died because of one of his own apostles, are you going to play the angel and let him kill you?"
"With all due respect," she sighed, "I'm not Jesus. I'm not going to die until he is dead, and that's a given. I won't be betrayed, because I have no one to be betrayed by."
Constance only raised her eyebrows and smirked, as if she knew something the younger woman didn't.
"Good luck with that," she snickered, finishing off the rest of her whiskey. "You might want to get a move on, I can promise you that he won't be putting the apocalypse on hold to wait for you."
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"The second coming of Christ?" Miriam Mead echoed his words, silent for a second before breaking into howls of laughter, tilting her head back as she cackled. "Why, that's ridiculous! There is no God."
"Oh, but there is," he raised his eyebrows in annoyance, shovelling more cereal into his mouth and crunching angrily.
"Well it doesn't make a difference," she reassured him, pointing the end of her fork his way. "You're the bringer of end times, it was even prophesied in that book they pay all too much attention too. They can send a little girl to stop you, but death will happen none the less."
