Everyone was gathered around the head table, where Michael, Pandora and Madelyn were sat. Michael and Pandora were eating whatever got shoved under their noses, while the crowd of people surrounded the table, watching the two eat. 

"Is it too spicy?" Hannah asked the couple as they ate her dish. Pandora shook her head with a smile and Michael politely said no. "Oh thank the Dark Lord. It's my mother's recipe."

"Now try the macaroni salad." "No, the turkey meatballs!" There was a slight argument amongst the people on what Michael and Pandora should eat next. But one question stuck out like a sore thumb.

"May I touch your hair?" The priest asked Michael as she reached her hand out to his golden locks. Pandora glared at the woman as Michael turned his head so she couldn't touch it. Pandora felt a hand touch her bare collarbone, causing her to freeze in her seat. The touch left as quickly as it came as she let out a heavy breath. Michael watched the small moment with a deadly glare directed to the man behind her. 

"Enough! Let Satan's children eat in peace!" Madelyn bellowed as she too noticed the odd and over-affectionate moods of the church people. "Or is something wrong? What can we get you? What can we do?"

"I just think everyone should do what they normally do. Have fun and enjoy your Wednesday potluck dinner like always," Michael suggested with a timid smile and a nod.

"You heard him," Madelyn declared causing everyone to scurry away to their seats. The older woman giddily sat back down at the head table, facing the couple. "Though I do personally vouch for the spinach lasagna. It would be the honour of my life to watch the two of you eat it."

Michael looked down at the plate in question with a smile and slid it towards him. He pushed his plastic spoon into the food and held it out for Pandora. Pandora happily opened her mouth to allow the delicious meal in. Pandora closed her eyes as she chewed on the meat and cheese and hummed in content. "This is delicious, Madelyn. You've got an amazing talent in cooking."

The older woman giggled and blushed at Pandora's compliment. "You're too kind. So what happens next?"

Michael looked up from the dish to Madelyn with a playful smile. "Probably your lasagna," 

Madelyn snorted at Michael's statement. "No, I meant on the global annihilation front. What do we do first? When do we do it?" Pandora could sense Michael's growing temper, so placed her palm against his thigh - something she grew to realise calmed him down. 

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean you're not sure?"

"I don't know what to do, where to begin," Michael said, his temper beginning to grow. 

"But you're the Antichrist?" Madelyn said in confusion. She simply couldn't wrap her head around the fact that their Savior didn't know what to do due to the fact he had lost almost everything he had ever loved - expect for Pandora. 

"Which people won't let me forget. Everyone keeps saying I'm special, that I'm the only one who can bring about the end-times, but nobody gave me a fucking instruction manual!" Michael was standing up now, leaning across the table to tower over Madelyn. Pandora placed her hand on Michael's shoulder, pulling him back into his seat. "The one person I could rely on for advice is gone. And I can't bring her back," Michael sighed as he slumped back into his chair, referring to Ms Mead's death. 

"I think there's some people you need to see," Madelyn suggested as she pulled out her phone and began typing on it.

"Who?" Pandora asked.

"Just trust me. We're on the edge of oblivion, dears. Now is not the time to bury yourselves in doubt. This person, what was their name?"

"Ms Miriam Mead."

"We have access to private search engines that can find anyone. And there she is," Madelyn held out her phone to show the couple a picture of Mead. "We'll just go and pick her up."

"She's dead. And neither of us are powerful enough to bring her back," Pandora corrected. 

"Dead? That's something we can work around. You are the children of Satan, there is no one or thing that you cannot have."

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Madelyn had allowed Michael and Pandora to stay the night in her spare room, considering their circumstances. 

Pandora was attempting to reach for the zipper to her dress but couldn't reach it to pull it down. Soon, a hand grabbed hers, halting her movements. Michael grabbed onto the small zip and pulled it down, revealing her pale back to him, the boy ghosted his fingertips over her spine, sending a shiver down her body. "Thank you, dear," Pandora whispered before twisting her head to see if Michael was still watching her. Which he was. Pandora shooed him away. Michael laughed and turned around so began unbuttoning his shirt. Pandora dropped her dress and slipped into a baggy t-shirt and shorts that Madelyn loaned her. Michael opted to sleep in his boxers as none of Madelyn's clothes would fit him.

The two were laying in bed, facing each other, neither close to falling asleep. Michael's arm was loosely slung across Pandora's hip and her's was wrapped across his neck. "Today was quite exciting," Pandora whispered as her fingers traced Michael's features. 

"It was, watching you slit that man's throat was really arousing," Michael smirked as he closed his eyes under the girl's touch. 

"Oh really?" Pandora mused with a smirk. "You know, we have unfinished business, My Lord."

"We do?" Michael's smirk grew larger at the nickname Pandora choose to use; the name caused his boxers to strain against him.

"Yes. Remember in the woods, before that goat interrupted us. I know a lot has happened since, but that moment has been engraved in my mind."

"Hmm, you'll have to jog my memory, darling," Michael hummed as Pandora's hands ran down his neck down to his bare chest.

"Gladly," Pandora hummed as she moved to straddle Michael's hips. Michael sat up a bit so his back was against the headboard. Pandora leaned down to mesh her lips to Michael's. The boy's hands ran down Pandora's spine until they reached the small of her back. Pandora pushed herself closer to Michael's chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his plump lips. Michael moved his head to bury it in Pandora's neck, sucking on the hot skin that lies there. The green-eyed girl's eyes rolled into her head as Michael began nibbling at the skin on her collarbones. Michael pushed Pandora's hips down onto himself, making them both moan loudly at the friction. Pandora began grinding her hips into Michael's as Michael fumbled with the hem of the girl's shirt. 

Michael removed his mouth from Pandora's neck and pushed her shirt up her torso. Pandora lifted her arms above her head so Michael could remove the article of clothing easier. "Much better," Michael groaned at the sight of Pandora's bare chest as he began kneading them. "But we could do better," Michael whispered in Pandora's ear as his hands wandered down her flat stomach to the waistband of her shorts. 

"Same goes for you, dear," Pandora hummed as her fingers slipped between the waistband of Michael's boxers, and snapped it back against his burning skin. Michael groaned and flipped the two of them over so he was hovering above her. 

"I'm going to destroy you, my love," Michael moaned as he ground his hips into Pandora's. Michael practically ripped Pandora's shorts from her legs. A hot chill ran through Pandora's body as Michael ran his hand down her bare thighs. His calloused fingertips teased the folds of her cunt. Michael chuckled teasingly as he watched the girl below him squirm under his touch. Michael pressed down on the girl's clit and started to trace infinity signs upon it. Pandora moaned and threw her head back against the plush pillows.

Michael's boxers grew tighter at the scene in front of him and moaned with her. Michael pushed down his boxers to reveal his erection. Grabbing her legs, Michael wrapped them around his waist and lined himself up to Pandora's awaiting entrance. "Are you ready, My Queen?"

"Yes, oh fucking God, yes. Just fuck me before I explode," Pandora's voice strained as her core ached. Michael smirked down to her and pushed himself all the way inside of her, stopping when he couldn't go anything further. Michael groaned but was still unsatisfied with the position. Michael pulled out momentarily and pulled on her legs up to his shoulder. Michael slid back in, hitting against Pandora's g-spot. Pandora's eyes rolled back into her head at the pleasure that Michael was giving her. "Michael! Just there, keep doing -" Pandora was cut off as Michael began pounding into her pussy at what felt like lightning speed. 

The girl moaned loudly as her back arched off of the mattress and into Michael's chest. Pandora threw her arms around Michael's back, scratching her nails down his spine. The action elicited a strained moan from the boy causing his thrusts to go even faster and harder. Pandora's heavy head landed on the pillow as her hand remained clutching onto Michael's broad shoulders. "Michael, I can't hold on much longer," The dusky haired girl struggled to whisper.

"Let go, my angel," Michael grunted down to her, never faltering in his thrusts. Pandora's eyes rolled once again in ecstasy. A loud moan ripped through Pandora's throat as she released. A black haze replaced the white's of her eyes as she looked up at Michael. 

"Let go for me, My Lord. Let me know how much you need me," Pandora's new low voice rasped into Michael's ear, resulting in him groaning into her neck. Pandora felt Michael's dick twitch inside of her as the vibrations of his moans travelled down her body. Michael released inside of Pandora and looked down at the girl. Now, Pandora's eyes had returned back to their natural green colour as they observed Michael's expression. 

Michael smiled and pulled out of Pandora, flopping down beside her once again. Michael pulled the covers up, encasing their bodies with the thick white sheets. "I won't say this a lot, but that was Heavenly."

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Madelyn, Michael and Pandora were driving down the road to a mystery location that only Madelyn knew of. Madelyn and Michael were sat in the front of the red convertible, while Pandora opted for the back seats. Pandora closed her eyes at the feeling of the wind rushing past her skin and whipping her dark hair in all sorts of directions. Madelyn took the couple shopping first to buy them new outfits, as the ones they wore yesterday were still tattered and torn. Pandora was wearing a loose-fitting white blouse, with a black ribbon tie hanging from the neckline, tucked into a pair of high waisted black jeans, and a pair of black velvet ankle boots. Over her eyes were a pair of black sunglasses that Madelyn gave to her since it was a sunny day. Michael went for a black turtleneck tucked into a pair of black trousers with similar shoes to Pandora's. 

"I don't know why you won't just tell us exactly where we're going," Michael stated with a smile on his face as he glanced over to the older woman driving. 

Pandora peeled her eyes open and pushed her sunglasses up to rest on the crown of her head. "Yeah, this is very mysterious of you, Madelyn," Pandora said with a playful smile as she leaned her elbows on the tops of the seats in front of her. 

"I'm sorry," Madelyn chuckled. "I'm already a little freaked out that I've said too much, and if you being who are you. Both of you," Madelyn shot a glance at Pandora through the rear-view mirror with a grin. 

"It's okay. You don't have to be nervous around us. We're still the same people when you met us," Michael said, adjusting his position so he could see both of the woman in the car. 

"That is so not true. You're the Antichrist," Madelyn pointed her skinny finger in Michael's direction before pointing to it to Pandora. "And you're the Supreme. Two of the most powerful beings on this godforsaken planet."

"Just tell us," Pandora pleaded with a smile.

"Okay, fine," Madelyn gave in with a chuckle as Michael and Pandora high-fived each other in triumph. "We are like this secret network. We all know each other. If you think of this network like a hotel, then I'm taking you to the penthouse," Madelyn parked her car in front of a modern estate, ushering the couple to hop out of the car in excitement. 

"You're not coming with us?" Michael asked as he helped Pandora climb over the seat and out of the car. 

"They're only interested in you. Just go up the path to the entrance. I really think you're gonna be impressed. At least I hope so."

"Why are you so good to us?" Michael asked as he crouched down beside the driver's side of the car.

"I've waited for you my whole life. We all have," Madelyn said. "Could I ask you a favour?"

"Anything."

"When you finally talk to your father, could you maybe put in a good word for me? When I get to Hell, I want to be put in the lowest circle," Madelyn gushed at the favour she was asking. 

"Circle?" Michael furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

"However, it's structured, I want to be in the worst part. Or the best part. I want to burn in blistering fire for all eternity in service," 

"I'll see what I can do. Okay?" Michael smiled. 

"Okay," Madelyn giggled. Michael stood up from his knees and walked over to Pandora who was stood a few meters away, allowing the two to have their moment. "Bye, Pandora. Keep that boy safe!" The older woman shouted at the couple. Pandora laughed and gave her a thumbs up and nodded. Michael coiled his arm around her waist, the other holding his jacket over his shoulder. Michael began leading Pandora to the tallest, most modern building in the estate, before turning around once he heard Madelyn shout 'Hail Satan!'. The couple laughed and watched as she quickly drove away and out of sight. 

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