Pandora didn't really know where she was going, but she simply held onto Michael's hand and allowed him to guide her to their desired location. 

Michael struggled on his feet as he tried to support both himself and his love as Pandora tiredly dragged her feet against the floor. The boy suddenly stopped causing Pandora to almost trip into Michael's back. Michael wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her towards an alley. Pandora only caught a glimpse of an upside-down cross, painted onto the brick wall that the two were walking down. Michael stopped in front of a man dressed in black and red who was sat in front of a green door.

"You two lost?" He asked, still sitting. 

Michael shrugged with a drained smile.  The man stood up and unlocked the green door, allowing the couple inside. Pandora and Michael walked down the stairs, still clutching onto each other's hand. 

The couple strolled into a church-like room, expect, instead of the room illuminating hope and light, this room radiated darkness and evil - exactly where Michael and Pandora belonged. The couple sat down in a practically empty row and tiredly watched the priest preach about sins.

"People. Listen the fuck up. Just because we have a president who's a total douchenozzle and global warming is getting worse, that doesn't mean you can sit here on your lazy asses and holler out a few 'Hail Satans'. The Antichrist is gonna ride in on a wave of sin, and all we have here is a weak piss dribble. Somebody, please help me out. I'm about ready to gouge out my own eyes so I don't have to look at this weak-ass congregation anymore. I need to hear some sins. I need to feel we're making way for him," Pandora hardly listened to the preacher at the front of the room. She continued to ask a man what he did to 'usher Satan in'. Pandora rolled her eyes at his weak response of stealing money from his workplace. "You think that's gonna open up the gates of Hell?"

"I slept with my wife's sister," Another man spoke up, trying to brighten up the woman's mood. Pandora pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation at everyone's pathetic sins. 

"I've seen bad face-lifts that are eviler than you," The woman said resulting in a silent snort emitting from Pandora's nose. "You wanna know what I did this week?" Pandora's ears perked up, hoping to feel the slightest bit more encouraged from this religions traditions. "I robbed a nursing home and I gave all the money to the NRA."

The priest's sins made Pandora groan quietly and turned her attention to Michael who shed a disappointed tear and placed his dirty hand over his eyes. She laid her hand down onto his thigh and rubbed it up and down, with a reassuring smile. "It'll get better, I promise."

An older woman who sat on Pandora's side held out a small bowl that held money. The woman nudged the bowl in their direction. "I'm sorry, but we don't have any money at the moment," Pandora weakly smiled, hand still on Michael's thigh.

"Or any food from the looks of it," The woman commented, passing the bowl forward to the people in front of her. "How long has it been since you two ate?" 

 "What's it to you?" Michael sighed in annoyance. Pandora turned her head to him and glared. "What?"

"Be nice," Pandora whispered to Michael. 

"Just trying to help out fellow believers," The woman said as she adjusted her position to face to the front again. 

"We haven't eaten in four days," Pandora rasped out to the woman. 

"Oh my Lord, you must be feeling like death on legs! You know, after the service I could fix you both something. My place is only a couple blocks from here."

Michael turned to face the woman beside Pandora. "That's actually really nice of you," He said with a faint and content sigh. 

"What can I say? Nobody's perfect."

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Pandora, Michael and the woman - Madelyn - were sat at her dining table. Madelyn watched as Pandora and Michael both scoffed down the soup and bread that she had made for them, completely forgetting about their manners. The dark grey-haired woman chuckled as she watched Pandora almost chug her entire drink in one gulp. 

"What are your names?" 

"Michael and Pandora," Michael answered as he saw Pandora had her mouth full. 

"Are you two a couple?" The woman smirked. Pandora almost choked on her soup and Michael's eyes widened at the question.

"I suppose so," Michael commented with a sly smirk in Pandora's direction. Pandora stumbled with the cutlery as Michael's hand landed on her upper thigh.

"Uh M-Madelyn, this is really good. I almost forgot what good food tastes like," Pandora stated, trying to ignore the pressure Michale was producing on her thigh by inching his hand closer to her heat. 

"Oh, thank you! You know, I've seen a lot of young people like you two come to our church off the five stars on Yelp and the free doughnuts at the check-in. They all had the same look you have. Scared. Searching. Questioning what the hell this all means."

"What's your stories?" Madelyn continued.

"My father abandoned me. My mother tried to kill me," Michael stated as if it were nothing, ceasing his movements on Pandora. Madelyn turned to Pandora.

"What about you?"

"My mother dies giving birth to me. My dad tried to rape me so I killed him," Pandora said in the same tone that Michael used. The girl examined Michael's expression as he turned to her. He looked upset, almost distraught at hearing about Pandora's childhood. 

"Humanity is shit," Madelyn declared, leaning her hand against her head with a burning cigarette between her fingers. "This world is a twisted black hole of sin and chaos, and that's why Satanism is the way of the future. We are the fastest-growing religion in the world, so we need people like you. Bright, eager, the next generation. To help spread the word of Lucifer. 'Cause here's the beautiful secret, babes. Once you embrace that at our core we are degenerate, rotten beings, every last one of us you'll be free."

"I sold my soul to the Devil, and he gave me everything I wanted," She continued. 

"You sold your soul? Did you sign a contract in blood?" Michael asked eagerly.

"I made a deal in a Black Mass, as one does. Through prayer - by that Imean killing people. You're standing in the proof. I offered my soul, and he gave me all this. Riches beyond compare," Madelyn just as eagerly answered. The woman stood up, the younger couple following her. She showed them her apartment and everything that Satan gave to her, including how Brad Pitt and Ryan Reynolds come over every week and 'fuck her till the sun comes up'. 

"So that's all it is then?" Pandora asked playfully, sitting back down at the table with Michael. "Satan is a carnal pleasure."

"Hell no!" Madelyn chuckled. "We've got a greater purpose. We are moving towards the beginning of the end. Our saviour is coming. The spawn of Satan will lead is off the cliff and into the end-times. We just have to make things terrible enough for him to rise!" Madelyn exaggerated her words as she took our plates back to the kitchen to wash them. Pandora observed Michael with furrowed eyebrows as he rolled his eyes at Madelyn's words. 

"I hate to break it to you but you're waiting in vain," Michael said loud enough for the woman in the kitchen to hear.

"What are you talking about?" 

"I'm the one you're waiting for," Michael stated with regretful pride. Madelyn dropped the dishes viciously in the sink and grabbed the sharpest knife she could. She pulled at Michael's hair, exposing his neck and pressed the sharp blade barely against his skin. Pandora shot up from her seat and raised her hand in Madelyn's direction, but before she could shoot a spell at her, Michael ushered Pandora to sit back down.

"How dare you blaspheme!" Madelyn screamed.

"Well, before you kill me, dear believer, see me," Michael tilted his head forward so Madelyn could examine behind his ear. Pandora also stood up to see what caused Madelyn to drop her knife and fall to her knees. There, behind Michael's ear was a scar in the shape of three 6's. Pandora gently ran her fingertips over the scar, causing Michael to hum in content.

"Magnificent," Pandora whispered as her fingers wandered through his golden locks. 

Michael stood from his seat and faced Pandora. "You're too good to me, Dora," the boy whispered as Madelyn rushed to grab her cloak from the hall, grabbing two many in her wake. 

"Anything for you, My Lord," Pandora tested the new nickname on Michael but scrunched up her nose in distaste. "I think dear and darling suit you better."

Michael wrapped his arm around Pandora's waist bringing her closer to his chest. "Whatever pleases you, My Queen," Michael grinned. "Although 'My Queen' is very fitting, I don't think anything can beat Dora."

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Madelyn held onto Pandora's hand and Pandora held onto Michael's as they rushed to the church until the vicious rain. 

"Wait! This honour belongs not to him!" Madelyn screamed just as a newcomer was about to murder two innocent people. 

"Who do you suggest then?" The priest, Hannah, asked in annoyance. 

"Their names are Michael and Pandora. They are new here."

"Well, even if they are willing to sell their souls, why should they go before?"

"They don't need to sell their souls!" Madelyn gushed. On the way to the church, Madelyn had learnt that Pandora was also a witch and had made pacts with Satan himself, therefore selling her soul. "The end-times are upon us. Behold," The older woman gestured to Michael to show his mark, which he did. "The mark of the beast."

"Is it possible that you're the one?" 

"I am," Michael stated with pride. He felt as if he finally found his people, alongside Pandora. A round of 'Hail Satan's erupted from the crowd before Hannah's attention diverted to Pandora.

"What about the girl? Surely, there can't be two Anti-Christs," The priest judged, looking the girl up and down.

Pandora scoffed at the priest's looks. "I'll have you know that I am the next Supreme witch, and I could annihilate you with a blink of an eye. So if I were you, I would watch your tone."

Hannah gulped and bowed down to the girl along with the rest of the church people. "Of course, my mistake," Michael smirked down at Pandora with mild shock and impress. 

The priest handed Michael a knife, gesturing for both of them to continue with the ceremony. The couple glanced at each other before linked their hands together and strolling towards the podium where a half-naked man and woman knelt. 

Pandora stood behind the man as Michael stood behind the woman. Still holding her hand, Michael brought her hand to his lips, pressed a delicate kiss to her knuckles. Pandora held the male victim's head closer to the woman's, still staring into Michael's bright blue eyes. "I love you, Pandora Adler," Michael whispered, smiling down to Pandora.

"I love you too, Michael Langdon," Pandora whispered back as Michael placed her hand on the handle of the knife, setting his on top of hers, pressing the knife into the man's neck. Together, the evil couple murdered the innocent one with a single long and painful stroke of the knife. Michael leaned down and pressed her lips to hers in a passionate kiss as the crowd burst into applause.