Witches and Devils

Coven

I gasp and freeze in my spot as I see Michael, "Hello Rose." he smiles over to, "I take it the warlocks left?" Michael chuckles, "Of course, they did. Why would Moore feel the need to protect you when Cordelia's around." I shake my head, still in shock, "oh, come on, you can't be that surprised to see me."

"Fuck no!" The older woman shouts, "you were prophesized, darling." she chuckles, lifting her martini, "up yours."

The smile fades from Michael's face, "I told Cordelia what I was going to do to all of you." Michael looks over to me. "I have deaths to avenge." Queenie and I look between each other, simultaneously lifting the sharpen crystals in the chalices and shooting them toward Michael, unfortunately he stops them, "You girls should remember who you're fighting." Michael shoots them back at us, hitting the students, Queenie dove down and all of them miss me. I duck down and place my hands on either side of my head, Michael walks up to me, "do you think I'd hurt you? My only Queen."

I look up to Michael, "I will never be your Queen."

"Oh," He smirks, "You will. Maybe not by choice, but you will be."

Michael grabs my wrist and pulls me up, as I fight him, Ms. Mead comes around the corner, "Mead?!" Queenie shouts, "how are you here?!"

With an expressionless face Mead replies, "I was built for this." With a twist of her forearm she pulls her hand off, revealing a gun underneath. Firing at Zoe, who had come around the back of the classroom to see what was going on, Queenie tries to use her voodoo on Ms. Mead, grabbing a piece of broken glass of cutting her throat. The only thing to flow from Mead is a milky substance. Mead cocks her head to the side before firing at Queenie.

Michael pulls me up to him, lifting my feet off the ground due to our height difference, "Where is she?"

"Where is who?" I struggle.

"Cordelia and the new Supreme." Michael snirs, "I know there is another."

I shake my head, still trying to get away from Michael, "I don't know where she is."

Michael throws me to the ground, "fine." he looms over me, "if you won't help willingly, then maybe some persuading is needed. Just remember, this hurts me more than it hurts you." Michael stomps on my ankle, breaking it.

I scream out in pain, "I don't know where they are. I swear to you, Michael, I have no idea where they are."

Michael bends down to me, "Then give me something to help find them."

I gasp for air as Michael places a hand around my throat, all I can hear is the screams of my sisters around me as Mead shoots them down. I place a hand on Michael's wrist, begging him to stop, "Michael, please." I look into his eyes and the Michael I knew is gone.

Michael throws me back down and walks into the hall, as he does the new Voodoo Queen walks into the hall as well. That's how he got past Cordelia's protection spell. "So... we good?"

"Better than good. I'll put in a word with my father. Satan just greenlit your talk show for 13 episodes." Michael starts up the stairs. I take a few deep breaths, I have to think of a way to get him out of here and away from the witches. Before long Michael and Mead come back down the stairs. Mead picks me up and carries me out the door and to a car. We drive for a while before getting to a small neighborhood. I'd say it's nice if I didn't know there was a Satanist and the Son of Satan living there. Mead sits me down in a chair and handcuffs me to it. Michael takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves, "We failed. Again. The witches we actually wanted to kill got away." He takes a deep breath, "Cordelia fucked with me and my people, she took Rose away from me, and for that, all I wanted was to watch her die, but instead... "

"You're angry," Mead nods, "And I understand. But you have Rose back, isn't there a small victory in that?"

I chuckle, "He doesn't have me back. You kidnapped me, there's a difference."

Mead shakes her head, "doesn't matter, his destiny is to end the world with a rain of fire. Killing those witches ain't gonna do that."

Michael takes a deep breath, "you were the one who said the way to end the world was with magic."

I laugh, "Michael, the magic you have been learning is good. Good magic even when used for bad things, won't bring about the end of the world. At most it will cause a riot or two, their main focus being to kill all witches."

"Well, I just did that so..." Michael smirks it sarcastically over to me, "you didn't stand with me, so I wiped out your race."

"No," I shake my head, "You can't end the witches. Not when there are women and girls who have no idea of their power."

Mead sighs, "Maybe we need to change course."

"What does that even mean?" Michael looks over to Mead.

"It's time to burn this sucker down, and you don't need magic for that." Mead shakes her head, "And besides, when you end the world, you end the witches. Come on, Michael, think bigger."

"I... I have actually been thinking about some other possible avenues."

"See, that's great. Like what?"

I lift a hand, "excuse me, should you really be talking about future plans in front of someone who wants to kill you?"

"You're not going to kill anyone, my dear." Mead smiles over to me, "you will serve Michael as a loyal Queen or you will die."

"Fine, carry on and I will proceed to poke holes in every one of them."

Michael nods, "Maybe I could run for president."

I make a buzzer noise, "nope! No one takes the US president seriously. Not enough to end the world. Plus you have to get too many people to vote in your favor even if you win."

Mead nods, "I agree, that could be problematic for a lot of reasons. You look barely old enough to rent a car."

"Sure." Michael leans forward, placing his hands on the back of a chair, "but I could start out as an ambassador and then I'd become one of the president's most trusted advisors."

"Nope!" I shout, "you don't become an advisor by being an ambassador. Sorry." I laugh, "plus it's the plot from The Omen 3. Movies aren't the best place for ideas."

"Well, I don't know where else to look." Michael leans against the wall and crosses his arms, "it's not like there's a bunch of reference material on how to be the Antichrist."

"Okay," Mead nods, "We could go to the guys who brought me back to you. Maybe they have the answers. "

"Really? They seem like a bunch of coked-out nerds to me."

I laugh, "Michael? You know those coked-out nerds are controlling her right?"

Michael looks over to me and then to Mead, "we'll go back to them." Michael looks over to me, "and when we get back I expect you to have a better attitude."