Witches and Devils

The End

Since the bombs dropped and the world ended those who survived did anything and everything to insure their continuous survival. Killing anything they could find for food or just killing anything they could find. Survivors were covered in boils, tumors, and scars. All except those who knew who to combat the effects of the bombs and run off. The only real change one has is magic. Which means being a witch has a whole other set of advantages, other than just not having to do your homework and get a passing grade or doing your makeup before even getting out of bed. My powers provided me with food and shelter, along with an almost flawless complexion in this horrible environment.

There is only one place I can think of that would be safe from all this and be an ideal spot to hide out until this is all over, Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men. I imagine the building is still standing since it is, quite literally, underground. Only a select few outside of the warlocks know of it's existence. I came to learn of it while I was working with the school's Grand Chancellor, Ariel Augustus, to bring about peace and equality between witches and warlocks, since many believe witches are superior to warlocks, in every way.

But, throughout history, this thinking had never been true. No race or type of person has ever been better than another. Whether you are gay, straight, black, white, man, woman, witch or warlock, you have a right to be treated as the equal you are. Or that's how I always saw it, and the Council of Warlocks seemed to agree and enjoy my attitude toward the issues at hand. Of course, this thinking got me kicked out of every coven I tried to join. Luckily the Council demand it acceptable for me to learn alongside the males students at the Academy. They believed it would prove to the other witches that we really are all the same.

However, we all knew that the other witches would never believe or accept the warlocks' equality until one of their own proved himself to be worthy of the title Alph, a male Supreme. The current Supreme, Cordelia Goode, was all too sure that there would never be any man to have the title of Supreme. I don't know how many times I heard her lecture on the topic before she kicked me out of the coven. But the Council of Warlocks never gave up hope that they would find the man fitting the role of Alpha, and eventually they found him.