Pandora and Michael walked hand in hand into the facility, stopping when a large man wearing a black shirt with white letters spelling 'security' planted over his heart. "What's your business today?" The man asked politely, halting the couple with his arm. 

"We have an appointment," Michael bluntly stated. 

"With Mutt and Jeff, is it?" Pandora questioned, trying to remember the names that Madelyn had told them.

"Right, ok. May I quickly strip search you before you head in?" The man smiled. Pandora nodded, noticing Michael didn't answer. The security quickly searched the couple, trying to locate any weapons but failing. "All done, go over to the front desk and Suzy will sort you out. Enjoy your day."

The two sorcerers stroll up to the front desk. Michael tapped his fingers against the counter, gaining the receptionist's attention. "How can I help you today?" Suzy asked in a bored tone. 

"We have an appointment," Michael repeated once again. 

"With?"

"Mutt and Jeff?" Pandora questioned, thinking that it was pretty obvious any visitor with an appointment would want to see them. 

"Names?" Pandora answered Suzy's question. Susan nodded tiredly and picked up the phone. She quickly dialled in a few numbers before raising it to her ear. 

"Hey, Ms Venable? I've got a Michael Langdon and Pandora Adler here to see Mutt and Jeff, can you go check to see if they're ready for them, please? Thanks," Susan spoke over the phone to 'Ms. Venable'. Susan put the phone back down on its stand and turned her attention back to the couple. "They won't be a minute, you can take a seat over there for the meantime," Susan pointed her pen over to the sitting area. Pandora grabbed Michael's hand and hauled him over to the sofas. 

"How many fucking receptionists do these guys need?" Michael sighed as he sank down into the plush cushions, pulling Pandora down with him. 

"I know, it's ridiculous. But it'll be worth it in the end," Pandora placed her small hand on Michael's knee. 

"How are you so sure? We've never met them or seen their work?"

"Because I trust Madelyn's judgement. Plus I don't think idiots can make a successful company like this, they must be good at what they do. I mean, they have two receptionists, good security and a nice building, they must be pretty well-off to afford all of that. Now, come on, have a little faith in them, okay?" Pandora answered, now holding onto Michael's hand. 

"Alright," Michael huffed, squeezing Pandora's hand with a smile. "But only because you persuaded me"

"Mutt and Jeff are ready to see you now, if you'd follow me," Susan interrupted as she towered over us. They were all talking towards an elevator that said 'private' in big white letters above the doors. The doors opened, and Pandora and Michael stepped inside. Susan pressed the correct button to send them up to Mutt and Jeff's lab, and then walked back to her desk. 

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Michael and Pandora stepped out of the elevator once the doors opened again, revealing a dimly lit hallway. The couple walked down the corridor to where light poured out of a doorway. The couple were met with a large glass box, with three people stood inside along with fancy technology. 

"Dude and dudette! What's up? Come on in!" The brunet man with an overgrown bowl-cut exclaimed, waving the two to venture inside to glass room. "Dying to meet you. Madelyn's really been talking you two up."

Pandora smiled at the thought of Madelyn, she was really sweet. But the smile soon turned sour as the dark-haired man called her 'wracked'. 

"She seemed totally convinced that you're the One," The same man directed his statement to Michael, before turning it to Pandora. "And that you're the next Supreme? Whatever that is."

Michael went to open his mouth to defend Pandora's honour, but the blonde man with the same haircut interrupt. "No offence, but I thought you'd be a little bit more jacked. Like, I was picturing you totally ripped, like The Like The Rock when he was, you know, The Rock."

"Yeah, that's, like, stereotypical, dude," The other said to this partner. Pandora glanced to Michael with a small smirk as she listened to men squabble over the issue. 

"I take it back, maybe they are idiots," Pandora whispered into Michael's ear with a chuckle. Michael smiled down at Pandora as she continued to watch the two idiotic men. 

"Sorry, what're your names again?" 

"Michael Langdon. And this here is Pandora Adler," Michael answered, snaking his arm around Pandora's back. 

"Michael Langdon. I mean, gotta admit, that's a little weak, right?" The brunet laughed. 

"Yeah, shouldn't you be like Beelzebub or some shit like that? Old Scratch? I mean, at least the broad has a wicked name. Like come on, Pandora fucking Adler, that's sick? Wait, have you got a middle name?!" The blonde asked, growing more excited as Michael grew more irritated.

"Celeste." 

"Wow. How ironic is that?! Pandora Celeste, your parents were so smart!" The blond man gushed at Pandora's name. However, Pandora winced at the mention of her parents, growing uncomfortable at the topic. Michael too was fed up with the conversation and began to walk out of the room, pulling Pandora with him. 

"Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, dude, dude, dude!" The two men rushed to stop the couple from leaving. "We believe you. You know, I thought I'd be like pissing my pants or something, and I am dry as the Sahara, bro."

Pandora snorted at the brunet's statement, trying hard not to crack a smile but failing. "Plus you're like super nice. I would not imagine 'the most powerful woman in the world' to be this chill, ya know," The blonde one added after hearing Pandora's laugh before directing his attention to Michael. "You got to look at it from our shoes here. I mean, how do we know you're the Antichrist?"

Michael slipped his arm away from Pandora and walked towards the two men, leaving Pandora with a shiver at the sudden lack of body heat. Pandora took this time to actually look around, and to notice there was another person in the room. A woman in a short black dress and tall boots was sat against the wall. Pandora smiled at her, and the woman returned it, feeling as if her presence was completely ignored or disregarded.

Pandora turned back to see Michael showing Mutt and Jeff his '666' scar behind his ear. The two men shrugged it off, passing it as a 'cool tattoo'.

The woman behind Pandora, suddenly made her appearance more aware to the others in the room. "No. It's true. I can feel the darkness, It's making me sick and it's coming from him!"

The woman then started to run out of the room, but not getting far as she caught to flames, slowing disintegrating into a pile of ash. Pandora turned her attention to Michael who was staring down at what was left of the woman. 

"Dear, was that really necessary?" Pandora walked to Michael's side placing her hand on his bicep, to help calm him down. 

"It's just a little fun," Michael smirked down to his lover, pressing a kiss to her temple as she watched the two men bow down to them. 

"You can stop now," Pandora said to Mutt and Jeff, as they hadn't stopped hailing Satan for the last two minutes. 

"You, Miss Pandora, we still don't know if you're legit, ya know? You haven't proved us wrong yet," the blonde man squinted. 

"Bro, stop being rude. You're offending the fucking ANtichrist and the 'Supreme'."

"But dude, we don't even know what a 'Supreme' is, and we don't know if whatever it is is her, do we?" 

"Don't they just annoy you? Lord, I could scream," Pandora whispered to Michael with a laugh, causing Michael to laugh too and nod. Pandora grew tired of their constant arguments are raised her hand. 

"Muta ista et amentibus. Satanae auribus nisi," Pandora chanted. Michael smirked as he watched the two men's mouth disappear, creating a peaceful and calm atmosphere. "Is that enough proof for you?" Pandora asked. 

Mutt and Jeff screamed internally but it only came out as a muffle. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that, boys," Pandora teased with a smile. The men screamed again. "Alright, alright. Satanas, ora figere. Ne musicae volare per aerem."

Mutt and Jeff gasped for air. "Holy shit. Remind me not to get on your bad side, that was torture."

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Michael, Pandora, Mutt and Jeff were sat outside on a picnic bench, eating sushi. Mutt and Jeff were rembling on about how thankful they were for Satan and how shit their lived were before discovering Satanism and how they fuck Victoria Secret models on Tuesdays and Ryan Reynolds on Thursday. Pandora furrowed her eyebrows at the thought, she wondered why so many Satanists want to fuck Ryan Reynold. 

"We are your servants, Michael. Now and forever. How can we help, even in the most microscopic of ways?" Jett asked Michael. 

"I lost someone very dear to me. A true ally. You want to help? Bring her back," Michael said as he removed a photo of Ms Mead from his back pocket, sliding it over to the two men. 

"You came to the right place. Our AI tech makes HAL 9000 look like a fucking abacus. We can whip you up a new right-hand lickety-split, player," Mutt said as Jeff lifted the picture with his chopsticks. 

"You can?" Michael asked. The two men nodded. 

"Tell us about her. Everything you can remember."

Michael then proceeded to list all of Ms Mead's personality traits, hobbies, what he knew of her childhood, and much more, while the two men wrote them down. Once Michael was done, Jeff turned to me. "What about you, Miss Supreme? Do you want anything from us?" Jeff wiggled his eyebrows at Pandora with a large grin.

Pandora nervously laughed before declining his offer. "No, I'm fine, there's nothing I need."

"Aha! Nothing you need, but there's always something people want. What do you desire most?" Mutt questioned leaning forward to the brunette girl.

Pandora thought long and hard on the topic. The only she really wanted was a good childhood and family, but that something that not even Michael can give her. "What I want is impossible to receive, not even the finest technology in the world can create what I really want."

"I doubt that! What is it?"

"A childhood and family," Pandora bluntly stated, holding back her tears. 

"Oh, well we can't do much about the childhood, I'm sorry. But we could help you with the family. We could produce you a replica family if you have a photo?" Mutt asked.

"I don't, but it's fine, trust me. My deepest desires should not be your main priority, Michael's should be."

"We know, but you are his partner and a child of Satan. So, therefore, we are your servants too and -" Jeff began.

"Enough! I don't need my family, I lived long enough without one!" Pandora shouted. She stood up and banged her fist against the wooden table. He anger overtook her powers as the plates of food flew off of the bench. Knives flew to Mutt and Jeff's necks, stopping just before the skin. Pandora felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back to reality. Pandora glanced at her raised hand then at the floating knives pressed to the two men's neck. Her hand dropped quickly to her side, terrified of her actions. "I'm so sor -" 

"Don't be! That was fucking awesome! I almost pissed my pants!" Jeff exclaimed with a large grin. Mutt shared the same expression. 

Pandora glanced over to Michael who's hand was still settled on her shoulder. "That was magnificent, darling. But don't kill them before their duties."

Pandora smiled and Michael pulled her into a kiss.

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yo, whaddup guys, sorry for the late and long update. 

but i think i forgot to mention before about the significance of pandora's name, but if i have already done this then just ignore this.

but anyway; 

PANDORA - linked to Pandora's box, a woman who opened a box that contains all sorts of evil and released it onto the world.

CELESTE - meaning heavenly or angelic, kinda ironic considering she's a witch and fucking Michael - but also remember back to when Cordelia called Pandora a pure angel, yeah everything's linked, my dude.

ADLER - meaning eagle. kinda of a shitty surname but i thought it went pretty well with Pandora, plus the eagle is like the icon for america, so pandora is almost like the icon for the witches, and like how eagles are free or whatever, kinda underlines Pandora's power and free spirit which is shown when she follows Michael instead of Cordelia. 

ya get me, mate?