Georgia yet again kneeled in front of her mirror, her eyes closed softly and her hands resting atop of her thighs whilst clasped together.

She was playing a dangerous game — especially now she knew she was somehow in touch with the devil. Talking to spirits through the mirror and reviving them in that way had never weighed down as heavy until now, until she knew the devil was truly assisting her.

Georgia had been pretty stupid to carry on communing with darkness. Maybe she had the darkest heart alive — maybe she was being ridiculous.

She was doing this because she loved Misty, because a woman as light as her deserved a second chance. She was doing it because Georgia thought it was the right thing to do.

"I ask of thee, father of darkness, to talk my own hand and guid me through to the lost spirits. I ask for safety and protection whilst I break the natural order, and doth the unbelievable, nema." The girl said lowly.

Am invisible hand pressed down on her shoulder, it's grip steady and strong, keeping her hand just above her head. Apart of her hoped it was just her imagination.

She opened her eyes to see her Misty in the mirror in a dark room.

"Misty?" She let out, a sad smile on her lips. Georgia didn't realise she'd cry again, but the tears had built up and began to cascade down her face like a waterfall.

"Peaches?" Misty breathed out.

A sob left her lips, and the invisible hand squeezed her shoulder.

"I've come to save you. Let me bring you back." She pleaded, holding her hand to the glass.

Misty entwined their fingers, watching the fifteen year old cry on her knees. The blonde was unable to move, guilt flooded her mind as she crouched down, still inside the mirror.

She reached a hand out, letting it come through the glass and placed it the side of Georgia's face. The teenager leaned into the touch as Misty used her thumb to rub away some of the tears.

"Oh, peaches." She sighed.

Misty manoeuvred her way through the mirror, standing up as she looked around the place.

Everyone was blind to Lucifer holding Georgia's shoulder, he only showed himself when he wanted to be seen.

"I thank thee, father of darkness, for his protection and time." Georgia whispered slowly shut her eyes, allowing for the mirror to show her and the room. "Nema."

Georgia pushed herself off the floor and practically ran into Misty's arms, crying and shaking as the woman held her.

Misty rubbed the girls back, holding the teen tightly as she too cried.

The girls were a mess, a few days away from one another and the two were sobbing.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

The sound of arguing downstairs interrupted the two. The sound of Maddison's and Zoe's voices echoing around the place seemed to spike Misty's anger.

Misty glanced in the mirror, rubbing away the tears before storming out the room Georgia had been staying in. The teenager followed after.

Misty guided them to where Myrtle, Maddison, Zoe and Kyle were. The blonde was over to the second one in seconds, slapping her hard. "You bitch."

Georgia was surprised, moving aside as Queenie and Cordelia came in.

"You thought I was some dumb swamp rat you could wave behind to die?"

Georgia felt some what ashamed of herself — the confidence and dominance radiating of Misty was hot! She wasn't sure how Misty could get more attractive, but she managed.

"Uhm, yes." Maddison said, stepping closer.

Misty simply punched the girl hard.

"Girls, stop these vulgar fisticuffs at once. It's beneath us."

Maddison shoved Misty before walking away.

"Cordelia?"

"I'm good."

Misty followed Maddison. "I don't want to waste my magic on you, I could do you with my hands." She grabbed Maddison, shoving her roughly against the wall, leaving for yells and shouts leaving the younger ones mouth.

"You hit like a girl!"

Misty threw the girl to the floor, leading to Maddison rolling into the dining room.

"I'm so glad I revived her." Georgia grinned, crossing her arms as they all stepped forward.

"That's where she went?"

"Oh, did I step on your moment, I'm sorry." Georgia let out, gathering that Queenie and Cordelia had gone out to find and save Misty Day.

"This is awesome." Queenie said, after nodding at Georgia.

"No, it's not." Zoe corrected. "Stop!"

"Come on. Get up, Hollywood." Misty tormented.

Maddison got up, throwing a punch which Misty dodged.

Misty landed another punch to Maddison's face before the younger one had her arms around her face and slammed her into a surface.

She hit the girl over and over before throwing her into a beam.

Maddison tried to scramble away, but Misty kicked her a few times instead, leaving screams to leave her lips.

Georgia and Kyle rushed over. The blond boy pushed them apart, screaming 'enough' whilst Georgia stood in front of Misty, both as protection and to stop her from attacking Maddison once more.

"Didn't know you can fight like that." Georgia whispered.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, peaches." Misty whispered into her ear.

Georgia swallowed, before turning her attention to the madman with an axe who had joined them.

"You! You must pay for what you've done!"

"Wow, did you walk into the wrong house."

The witches each held up a hand, sending the man back and onto the stairs.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Queenie asked.

"I know that voice, it's the Axeman."

"I though you banished his soul to the appropriate nether realms?"

"No, he's on the mortal coil."

"I'll kill all of you!" He shouted at the witches.

Georgia laughed lightly at his words. "As if you could." She commented, linking her arm with Misty's.

"Is that blood?" Myrtle asked.

"Not his." The two resurgence based witches commented.

"Then who's?"

Cordelia crouched to the floor, swiping her hand over some of the blood. She rubbed it between her fingers, before flinching out of a vision. "This blood is my mother's."

Cordelia and the witches came closer to the man. The blind woman hovering her hand over the blood on his face.

"Holy shit, so she's really gone?" Maddison questioned the silence, needing not respond. "Does anyone feel any different?"

"Where's the body?"

"In the swamps. He fed her to the alligators."

"That's nice of him." Georgia commented quietly, watching the man with disinterest.

"Jesus." Zoe said at the same time, luckily taking the attention of the youngest's words.

"Well, that's it, then. Even I can't bring someone back once they're gator shit."

"I can, but I won't." Georgia shrugged.

Every one looked at Georgia, surprised she had such power.

"Okay. So who wants to do this?" Queenie asked, they each turned to her looking for clarification on what she meant. "Somebody's got to kill this creep."

"Oh, bloody-blood blood this place. Is that really necessary?"

"Yeah, he's a psycho mass murderer."

"Is there anyone here of whom that could not be said?"

Georgia held her hand up slightly. "I've only half killed Kyle twice, and that was so I could fix his vocal cords and get his brain closer to how it should be."

Myrtle didn't say anything to the girl as she looked at the killer. "This poor troubled soul has saved this coven by doing away with Fiona. And as Cervantes once said, 'where there is music there can be no evil.'"

"Cervantes never meant this asshole." Kyle said, stepping past the witches and over to the bloody axeman. He grabbed the man by his collar and started to drag him away. "I'm coven guard dog, I'll kill him."

"No." Maddison told him. "I'll do it." She walked forward with the axe, lifting it and swung it into the man's side as Kyle stepped away.

The witches began to walk as the axeman began to get his blood everywhere.

Misty and Georgia detached from one another.

"We really don't need a man to protect us."

Misty, Georgia, Maddison, Zoe and Queenie summoned the sharp kitchen knives, before stabbing over and over.

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The coven of witches (including Georgia, despite not truly feeling apart of the coven) and Coin were sat around whilst Kyle levelled a frame with Fiona in it.

"Magnificent." Myrtle commented on the art work. "I wish you could see it."

Georgia held Coin to her chest, running her hands down his soft back.

Cordelia placed her hand on Myrtles shoulder, seeking some comfort — or so one would assume. "I can, I can see it through you. She was so beautiful."

"She was a great supreme."

"A lot to live up to."

"One of the best."

"She was a force to be reckoned with, but she was a horrible Supreme. She shirked all of her responsibility, including the most important: identifying her successor. So it will be up to us to find out new leader. And the only way is through the test of the Seven Wonders. And since it could be any one of you, you will all be tested. The Seven Wonders, Sunday at dawn it begins."

Georgia looked tensely at the back of Cordelia's head. "Have you ever wondered if it's you? Cause I think it's going to be you. Cordelia Goode, the leader of some of the strongest witches to date."

"It isn't me." Cordelia brushed off.

Georgia let out a hum of strange disbelief.

"Everyone participates, and by next week, we will have a new Supreme."