-PRESENT DAY-

"Are you ready now you have your...weapon," Cordelia spoke grimly.

"That depends if you are all ready to die," Michael calmly spoke with a sinister smile.

"Just don't let me die, okay? It really sucked the first time," Coco's shrill and scared voice sounded, which caused Michael to scarily smirk down at the witches.

"When I'm done with you, you'll all wish you were dead,"

"I always thought the world would end with fire and ice, not witches and warlocks," Myrtle stated with a slight humour mingled in her tone. 

"The seventh seal has been broken. Wormwood has fallen from the sky and turned the rivers to blood and fire. The bottomless pit has been opened and my swarms of locusts and scorpions have ravaged humanity. The world has been remade in my father's image," Michael spoke with confidence, his grip on Pandora's waist growing tighter with excitement at the thought of his new world.

"Darling, it seems Daddy didn't tell you the most important rule of bringing on the Apocalypse," Myrtle started. "If you want to finish the job, the thing you have to do first is get rid of all the witches, which unfortunately includes your little fuckbuddy," 

Pandora furrowed her eyebrows at Myrtle's slight dig at her, her heart cracking the slightest from the disappointment evident in Myrtle's tone. 

"I could annihilate all of you in a second and the world would go without a missing beat," Michael slipped his arm away from Pandora's waist, taking a step closer to the descending staircase. "You and all your work will be forgotten in the rubble of the past. But I want to give you a future. Fall on your knees and accept me as your lord and saviour, and I will bring you to the table as my obedient subjects."

Cordelia began chuckling at the thought.

"Imbeciles!" Mead shouted with anger. " Fall to your knees before the king! Hail Satan!"

"The only way we would sit at your table is if your decapitated head were the centrepiece," Cordelia mused. 

"Cordelia, you raised me from the dead so that you would have the power of voodoo on your side. But if you know anything about who I am, you know that the only choice I'd pick would be the winner," Dinah spoke, stepping forward, about to ascend up the stairs to stand beside Michael. 

"You're half right, Dinah," Cordelia smiled.

"She needed the help of a powerful voodoo queen," A loud voice boomed from the back of the room. Pandora moved her gaze over to the figure moving closer. Marie Laveau. "But that ain't you, sis." Marie jabbed her slender finger in Dinah's face with a dark chuckle. "To release me from hell, Cordelia promised Papa Legba the darkest and most corrupt voodoo queen's soul for mine. You'll serve him well in my place."

"You're a fool, Marie Laveau. You would have done no different if you were queen."

"No!" Marie gasped before vanishing. She soon reappeared behind Dinah on the staircase holding a machete, and with a forceful strike, the sharp blade slotted into her neck, rich blood spraying out of the open wound. "Out with the trash. Give Papa my regards."

Michael rolled his eyes and nodded his head towards Mead. Michael grabbed Pandora's hand, pulling her behind him for extra protection, as Mead pulled at her fake arm, revealing a gun barrel. But before any gunshots emitted from her hand, Cordelia uttered a spell. 

Mead began malfunctioning, causing Michael's eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "Ms Mead?" Michael stepped closer to his motherly figure with concern evident on his face. But Mead never answered. Instead, her entire body blew up, sending both Michael and Pandora flying off of the bannister and crashing down onto the solid floor below.

Pandora's head crashing against the cream walls, emitting a loud groan from her throat. Pandora peeled her eyes open to see Michael gently holding onto Mead's decapitated head.

"Madison!" Pandora's attention snapped over to the huddle of witches on the opposite side of the room, seeing Madison crawling up to Mead's stray gun arm. 

"Pandora..." Michael shuffled over to the dusky-haired girl, a distressed expression slapped across his face. "Dora, are you ok?"

Pandora quickly nodded, trying to usher Michael away from Madison who was now standing above the couple with a gun but moaned in pain from the hard crash.

"I'm sorry about your little toy," Madison teased, cocking the gun. "Bitch." 

Michael was now standing up on unsteady legs, facing Madison, ushering Pandora to move away from the wall using one of his ringer fingers. But Madison began to fire the gun rapidly at Michael. Pandora scurried away from the wall, moving so she was hidden away from the firing range. Michael stumbled back until his back collided with the now painted blood painted white walls. Michael collapsed onto the floor, his back flushed against the wall. Pandora shuffled back to him qucikly once Madison had stopped firing. Her cold and delicate hands hesitantly reached up to his now icy and motionless face, placing her palm flush against his cheek. 

"Michael?" Pandora whispered with glossy eyes. "No, Michael please," Pandora squeezed her eyes shut and allowed her tears to run freely down her face. Pandora's ears perked at the sound of the gun begin cocked again, whipped her head over to Madison.

"Don't try to bring him back, Dory, I don't want to kill you, but if I have to, I will," Madison spat through her teeth. Pandora gulped and nodded. 

Myrtle moved over to the couple, placing her hand on Pandora's shoulder, patting it gently. Her hand moved over to Michael's head, feeling it over her black lace glove and ripping a few strands out of his scalp. Pandora didn't object, as she knew what Myrtle was planning doing with it. "My goodness. Smooth as silk," Myrtle moved back to her sister, handing the strand of hair to Mallory. 

"A personal item. Remember, dear, focus on it. use it to locate a time and place early in Michael's life." Mallory then began chanting the things that Cordelia and Myrtle told her and Pandora to do when they first tried the spell. "That's our girl,"

"Bullets alone won't kill him. He's become too powerful. We have to find a place to cast the spell before he wakes up," Cordelia stated, walking over to Pandora and Michael's corpse. "Pandora, this is your last chance to make the right choice. Help us, your sisters," Cordelia held her hand out to Pandora, praying that the girl would take it.

Pandora glanced at her Supreme's hand, then back to Michael's face. "Please may I say my goodbyes, before he wakes up?" Pandora croaked. 

Cordelia smiled with a sigh of relief. "Of course, meet us upstairs once you're done. You've done the right thing, Dory. I'm so proud of you," Cordelia bent down to kiss Pandora on the crown of her head before rushing up the stairs with Myrtle, Coco, Mallory and Marie - Madison staying behind.

"You know, Madi, I really did love him," Pandora whispered to her friend, but remained staring at her lover. "But, it seems I love you more," Pandora continues. Pandora pressed her lips to Michael's icy lips, her hand grazing over his cheekbone and down his neck before standing up. Pandora walked over to Madison, crushing her into a large hug. "I love you, Mads."

"I love you too, bitch. Now, get your ass up stairs before anything bad happens," Madisone smiled into the embrace. Pandora pulled away and ran up the stairs, but stopping short when a fiery falling figure flew over her head and fell onto the floor. Madison's attention also diverted away from her objective and landed on the mysterious dying man. But Pandora gazed back at Michael to see his eyes fluttering and his spilt blood being absorbed back into his blood. Pandora ran up the stairs, hoping that Mihcael did not see her. 

Pandora skidded across the dim hallways until she halted at the sight of Cordelia and Myrtle hovering over Mallory's collapsed body. "What happened!?"

"An idiotic excuse of a boyfriend is what happened," Coco whispered with concern before pacing down the hallway.

"We have to move, Michael is alive, Madison's dead. We don't have much time. Ushering for Myrtle and Cordelia to drag her to a nearby bathroom, Pandora turned on the opposite direction.

"Pandora?! Where are you going?!" Cordelia shouted.

"I'm giving us more time," Pandora ran off in the direction where she sensed Michael was. She stopped when she saw both Marie and Coco trapping him. Marie looked in pain and so did Michael - to some extent. Pandora watched as Michael turned to face Coco with a heart in his hand - Marie's - and touch the blade that poking through his chest. 

Marie then collapsed onto the floor behind Michael once Michael began to bite into her heart. With a flick of his wrist, Coco's neck snapped, sending her body crashing down to the ground. Michael's eyes travelled to the new figure that stood a few meters away behind where Coco was standing, noticing it was his lover. 

"Dora?" Michael gushed, dropping the heart onto the floor without hesitation and rushing over to Pandora. He placed his blood covered palms over Pandora's cheekbones, his fingers carrassing the soft skin that lies there. "Are you ok, my love?"

"What has happened to you?" Pandora whispered with slight distaste.

"What do you mean?" Michael furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at his lovers words.

"You've changed too much. I miss you. The boy I met three years ago in this very building, the boy that brought my best friend back to me, the boy who made me feel safe in his arms. But now, your father has taken over you, and there's near to no traces of the boy I fell in love with. I loved you, Michael. The old you," Pandora spoke back, her voice cracking midway. Pandora stepped out of his touch and paced back. 

"Loved? You don't love me anymore?" Michael's voice became quieter at the thought. 

"I don't know who you are anymore, Michael. Myrtle was right, you did treat my bad, you dragged me along to whether you needed to go and I was too blind to see what you were doing. But now, I know my place, my dear, and that is with my sisters."

Michael's eyes drifted down to the floor momentarily before glancing holding strong eye contact with Pandora. "I see, well, I didn't really want to do this, but I suppose I must kill you, my love."

"I understand," Pandora smiled as she closed her eyes, ready for Michael to take action. Michael raised his hand to her chest, preparing to dive his hand into her skin and eat her heart. But before he could touch her, she vanished. 

"Fuck sake."

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Pandora transported into the bathroom where she saw Mallory, Cordelia and Myrtle. Myrtle ushered Pandora to sit in the tub with Mallory handing her a strand of Michael's hair. 

Cordelia and Myrtle began chanting the spell but nothing was working. "I'm sorry, Cordelia," Mallory whispered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head momentarily.

"It's okay, it's okay. Pandora, hold Mallory close," Cordelia pushed Mallory's weak body into Pandora's open arms. Pandora held Mallory's head to her chest, whispering that it'll all be okay. 

"It appears as though we're fucked, my dear," Myrtle said. "Pandora and Mallory need each other to succeed, with one weak, the other is rendered powerless."

Cordelia's eyes shifted from sorrow to determined. "I love you, all of you," Cordelia spoke to all three witches before standing up and walking out of the room. Myrtle followed her, standing just before the doorway to see Cordelia, Pandora and Mallory.

Pandora heard Michael's voice from outside. "How did you think this would end? Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win, Miss Supreme."

"Not on your own. You've been lead by the hand, coddled, the entire way. By you father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don't see a man - I see the sad, scared little boy so pathetic he couldn't kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs," Cordelia mused with determination. Pandora smiled at Cordelia's confidence, and continued to rock Mallory's weak body in her arms.

"But I never expected to. Like a cockroach, I knew you'd survive the nuclear fallout. I wanted you to. And now, I'm gonna have the satisifaction of watching you die, knowing you failed."

"You still don't get it, do you?" Cordelia's tone rang with pity and satisfaction. "Even now. You think there's only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you've lost any semblance of hope. You will get to watch me die, but you won;t find it satisifying," There was a silence and a silent whoosh sound. 

"Satan has one son, but sisters are legion, motherfucker!" Cordelia spoke sinisterly. Pandora heard a stabbing sound emit from outside the room. Both Mallory and Pandora gasped for air as a sudden urge of power ran through the both of them. The water of the bathtub began to bubble and turn black. Pandora clutched onto the lock of Michael's hair, as did Mallory, and together their shouted, "Tempus Infinituum!"

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-2015-

Mallory and Pandora entered a black car and drove to the famous street in California where the Murder House resided. Mallory was sat in the driver's seat, with Pandora in the passanger's, waiting for the younger Michael to walk out of his house.

"Mal, I'm sorry for deserting you, I didn't know that we needed each other to succeed," Pandora apologised to the dirty-blonde girl. 

"Dory, it's fine, I get it. There's no need to apologise for soemthing you didn't know," Mallory smiled back to the brunette. "Does this mean that will both be Supreme?" 

"No idea, I suppose we just have to go about things, like the apocolypse never happened, and carry on life in this year - considering there's no future after what were about to do," Pandora shruggled with furrowed eyebrows. The girl didn't knwo if she could live with herself, knowing that she would never see Michael again, never experience the love they had for each other before everything started to go downhill. Although their happy moments were only short lived, it was the happiest moments of Pandora's life - knowing that someone loved her back.

Mallory suddenly started the engine to the car, noticing that a younger Michael, clad in a yellow shirt, grey jeans and a blue denim jacket, and glossy eyes was stepping outside of his house and onto the road. Mallory quickly accelerated the car, hitting Michael, sending his powerless body into the window and over the roof. Both Mallory and Pandora looked over thier shoulders to see Michael's struggling body wiggle against the cement. Mallory set the car into reverse and back into this body against, running him over, then for good measure, driving over him again, before driving off.

Pandora allowed a single tear slip from her eye as she saw Michael's broken bloody body on the road through the side mirror to the car, getting smaller and smaller the more Mallory drove away.