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Whatever Souls Are Made Of (Michael LangdonXMallory AU) - Epilogue

A/N: Now the conclusion to this story. This might be my fanfiction writing Swan Song, so I’d like to thank everyone who’s been around through any bit of these past 16 months. This is for you! <3

Warnings: Again, I think none. Let’s just tie the loose ends in a pretty little bow, shall we?!

Word Count: 1,4K

“There was no consolation for poor Mallory after that... She could not look down to this floor, but his features would be shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree... filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day, she was surrounded with his image! The most ordinary faces of men and women, even her own features, mocked her with a resemblance. The entire world was a dreadful collection of memoranda that he had existed, and that she had lost him!”

“What happened to the other inhabitants of Thrushcross... I mean Hawthorne Grange?”, Emily seemed uncomfortable with the uncertainty of the events that could have taken place in her new home, before she came around. “We found Thrushcross Grange entirely empty in the wake of the massacre”, Misty said simply, “we assume Lady Mead had run away again, and probably relieved the servants from their duties”. “How can you be certain that she didn’t kill them all?”, Timothy seemed to be expecting almost anything from the lady he had never met, only judging by the story he had just heard. “The only corpse that was left behind was the Governess’s, Wilhelmina Venable. Apparently the two ladies didn’t get along as well as they’d want us to believe”, an unusually bitter grin crossed Misty’s lips at the thought.

But whatever it was that each of them could be thinking, after the truth had been brought to the surface one more time, was interrupted by the sound of a piercing cry coming from upstairs. Kyle Spencer rushed into the room in a few moments, eyes wide and breathing heavily “Miss Day! Come quick! It’s Lady Mallory!”, he managed to spurt out the words between agonised gasps, and left again. Timothy and Emily stood up, like they had been called as well, like there was anything at all that they could do to help, whatever emergency it might be. But Misty was already walking out of the room, an unreadable expression on her face as she followed Mister Spencer “That was not Mallory’s voice”, her own voice was weak and Misty herself felt lost in a dream.

The three of them went to the room the young couple had been occupying earlier that night, and found a woman standing in front of the shattered window looking down. “Cordelia?”, Misty’s voice was barely more than a whisper but the woman turned around immediately. Without a second thought, Lady Cordelia threw herself into her paramour’s arms and kissed Misty passionately. “How’s it possible?”, happy tears were falling from Misty’s eyes as she lovingly touched her lover’s face and hair. “Mallory. She performed a Reverse Sacred Taking. I had heard about it, I knew it was possible, but it had never been done by any Supreme in the entire history of the Coven.”, Cordelia smiled and cried at the same time. And still in a state of disbelieving daze, she explained that Mallory had sacrificed herself to give full power to the next Supreme before a new Supreme had risen. Mallory had performed a Descensum at the same time, and brought Cordelia back from the Underworld, in a last effort to make things right.

They looked down from what was left of the window, Mallory’s ruined body was on the ground bellow, one hand still clutching the hilt of the silver ceremonial dagger that she had stabbed her own heart with, before going through the window. Kyle Spencer was leaning over the body of the late Supreme, unaware of what her gesture had made happen, only regretting that he wasn’t able to protect her from her own despair. A delicate figure with long hair approached him slowly, and gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Kyle took the hand that was offered and looked around to see who with was, to find Zoe Benson staring back at him. She had tears of joy in her eyes and the sweetest smile on her lips. Standing up, he pulled her to himself, and kissed her like nothing else mattered. He wouldn’t even bother to find out how this miracle was possible, he just wanted to hold her tight and never let her go again.

All around the Manor, the witches that had been massacred on that doomed day, when Michael died, were coming back to life where day had fallen. It was a miracle, indeed, and none of them would bother to understand it yet. They were just happy to be reunited with the sisters they thought had been lost for eternity. Madison and Zoe were finally able to put their differences aside and share a sincere sisterly embrace, but Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt simply stood still next to Mallory’s body, staring in disbelief at who was now the only fallen witch. “It was the price to reverse the evil that was made that day. And she gladly payed for it.”, it was Myrtle Snow’s voice carrying wisdom, enlightening the others on what Mallory’s plan might have been, “Delia. My dear child... you’re alive!”, and Lady Cordelia responded by wrapping her mentor in a warm embrace, finally reunited with the one who had been the closest thing she ever had to a mother.

Mallory’s sacrifice was the start of a long period of peace and prosperity to the Coven, which lead everyone to believe that, wherever they were, Mallory and Michael were together and happy at long last. There was no place for the star-crossed lovers in this world, but they would always find each other. Even in the afterlife. The peace and prosperity of the Coven extended to its tenants in the Grange, as well. The night they had spent in the Manor forged a bond of friendship between the young couple and their neighbours. The school was reopened, the witches had much to teach, and new students would arrive often. The next Autumn, Emily announced they were expecting their first child. And in early August, the following year, they welcomed a healthy baby boy they named Devan.

Devan was generally a good natured-child. He was incredibly clever and charming from a very early age, and the entire Coven considered itself his Godmothers. He was always welcome in the Manor to play with the younger witches, and there would be a tray of his favourite cake waiting for him whenever he went there. Timothy and Emily worried about how spoiled their child could be when they had Witch Godmothers looking after him. But it was only when he started to develop some unusual pastimes that they really had reasons to worry. They were standing in the animal shed of the Grange, looking at the butchered parts of what had been all the goats they’d had, and the innocent looking face of their blood-smeared child. It was hard for them to decide what the appropriate punishment could be when Devan didn’t even seem to understand he had done something wrong. “It feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this”, it was the voice of a strange woman, a sturdy lady that had approached the animal shed without being noticed. She was beaming benevolently at the scene before her, but there was a devilish glint to her green eyes, “my name is Miriam Mead, I’m here to help.”

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#American Horror Story #AHS Apocalypse #Michael Langdon #Mallory #Cody Fern #Billie Lourd #AHS Brontë AU #Wuthering Heights #MCA #Millory #Fanfiction #Whatever Souls Are Made Of

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Whatever Souls Are Made Of (Michael LangdonXMallory AU) - Chapter 5

A/N: This is the final actual chapter, and probably my favourite! We still have an Epilogue to go, so don’t give up on this story just yet... ;)

Warnings: Deaths. Many. Kinda gory. Definitely bloody. I tried not to get to graphic about it, but I had to.

Word Count: 4K

Michael was sitting alone with a glass of wine in the library. All guests were long gone, and his personal staff in the Grange were already retired for the night. Lady Mead was the last to leave him, but not before saying how proud she was, how much of a success she thought the Evening had been. And she had good reason to be proud, his return to Yorkshire was exactly as they had spent all those years planning. The party was flawless, everyone was exactly where they were supposed to be, his reveal had the impact he wanted, and now he knew all the witches in Robichaux Manor were quivering in their boots, waiting for his next move. Everything was happening according to the plan. So why on Earth was he feeling so miserable?

It was her, obviously. Seeing her again, holding her in his arms for the brief time of one dance. He hadn’t thought it would have such a strong effect on him. But why did she have to appear so happy to see him? The loving way those beautiful eyes were feasting on his face, the sweet smile dancing on her lips, the way her gentle hand held on to him, like her life depended on it... it made absolutely no sense, and he felt like that lonely little boy again in her presence. He could see her with his waking eyes, as if she was standing right there in the library, brights eyes on his, her chest heaving with every breath. His vision of Mallory walked towards him and crouched in front of his armchair, “Michael. It really is you. You came back”, the vision put her hand on his with the lightest of touches. Light but solid. Undeniably real.

Michael felt like he was in a dream as he slowly put his wine glass down and reached out to touch Mallory’s face, part of him fearing she would disappear in a flower-scented mist once he did. But she didn’t, she was real. Somehow, armed with her own bravery and magic, she had walked all the way from the Heights to the Grange in the middle of the night and into his library unnoticed. She smiled when his thumb brushed her cheek and he couldn’t help smiling back in disbelief. Suddenly everything was forgotten - the sadness in which they had parted from each other, the years apart, the ominous reunion - and it was just the two of them, together again. Without ever knowing who started it, they threw themselves in each other’s arms, and shared a kiss full of longing and relief.

Time stood still for a moment, and nothing else was real. They were just lost in each other’s arms and lips. Together again. Back home. Both of them. But reality slowly crept into their minds. The faint memory that they were on a mission was becoming more of a pressing matter with each second, until it became a painful sore in their hearts, that was impossible to ignore. This man wanted Mallory and all her sisters dead, how could he kiss her with such passion? And Mallory had rejected him most cruel and definitely, what was she doing sneaking into his library in the middle of the night, now? Their lips parted and they gazed at each other like strangers. The ice wall of pain and suspicion was between them once again.

“You’ve got some nerve coming here like this”, Lord Langdon picked his glass of wine again and took a sip. And Mallory thought that he was right, but not in the way he was thinking. “Did your Supreme tell you to come and beg me for mercy?”, the look in his eyes made it clear that there was no mercy left in him anymore. “I wanted to see you when no one else was around, Lord Langdon”, these last two words tasted like poison in her lips, “I needed to know who this man you’ve become truly is”. With a bitter chuckle he got up from his armchair and slowly walked around her “Well, take a good look then, what do you see?”. Mallory got herself up, and looked him straight in the eyes “A little boy in a Lord’s clothes”.

Michael closed the distance between them in less than a second, his face glowing with anger, so close she could feel his breath on her lips “I should have you killed for this insolence, Witch!” It wasn’t the first time she saw Michael’s face become the white-faced demon in his fury, but it was the first time that fury was aimed towards her “And why don’t you?”, she said it with a confidence she didn’t really feel. “A quick death is too simple for you, I want you to feel as I’ve felt. What it’s like to have your beating heart ripped from your chest and crushed before your very eyes. I want to take everything you hold dear, your home, your family... Everything! I want to see the despair in your eyes when you see what you thought was your life shatter to nothing. Because I know that despair, Mallory, you gave it to me the night you sent me away!”

“You think I don’t already know what it feels like? You think you’re the only one who’s lost something when you left... I died that night!! You want to break my heart, well you can’t: I’ve broken it, and in breaking it I have broken yours. And it has killed me. I’ve been nothing but a shell of the person I was. But I don’t regret it, because it saved your life. My heart, my soul, my own life are nothing to me if they can buy you freedom and safety, and that’s what I did. And it cost me everything. And I paid it gladly, knowing you were still alive somewhere in the world. And now you are back, talking of revenge. It is you who’s got some nerve, Lord Langdon, not me!”, Mallory’s eyes were all but sending sparks to the air, it was like the girl herself was on fire as she said those words, with her flushed cheeks and heaving chest leaving no room for anyone to doubt the truth in her words.

For the first time Michael revisited the memories of that night without being blinded by his own pain, and Mallory’s heartbreak was so obvious now. He could remember the pain in her eyes and her voice, and how desperately she had fought to hide them. “You lied... to save me?”, Michael was speaking in the smallest voice, again the little boy she had known not the devilish Lord Langdon. And it was that voice what broke her, all the pain she had spent five years holding in bursted out of her in a flood of tears and sobs she almost collapsed under. But Michael caught her with sure hands and pulled her to himself, holding his precious girl in his arms one more time. And she let herself cry freely in the shelter of those loving arms.

It’s like they forgot everything the minute they were together again. That the Coven would have killed him, what Mallory had to say to make him leave, all those years apart, Michael’s thirst for revenge... everything was forgotten, only that moment mattered. That they were back in each other’s arms. That she had always loved him and he, in his turn, had never stopped loving her. A love that even time would lie down and be still for. They kissed like it was the beginning and the end of the world. All the longing slowly turning to a thirst, the desperate desire to become one once again, right there in the library. “We’ll never be parted again, Mallory, we belong together”, he gasped the words between passionate kisses, “I will be a King in this new world that I’m building, and you will be my Queen.”

It hit Mallory like ice-cold water was poured over her head. “Michael, what... What are you talking about?”, she looked at him with fear in her eyes, “you’re still going to go through with your plan?”. “Why, of course I am!”, he seemed puzzled by her question, “more than ever now that I’ve got you by my side, my love! The Coven wanted me dead, and tearing us apart all but killed us... the world would be better off without the witches!”. “Michael, I am witch. It’s my family you’re talking about...”, Mallory had to do her best to keep herself from shivering from the cold she felt in her heart. “Your family who kept secrets from you? Who would have me killed before I could know what I’m capable of? What you are capable of... they did everything to keep you on a leash all these years and called it love, Mallory... you can be so much more, and by my side you will be!”, he misread the shock in her eyes and pulled her to his chest again to soothe her, giving a kiss to the top of her head, “I know it’s a lot to take in on one night, Mal... give yourself some time to work it out. It will all make sense...”, he gently stroked her hair and rested his cheek against her head, while Mallory was frozen in fear in his arms.

Mallory returned to the Manor that night carrying doom on her shoulders. Michael would be waiting for her answer, and then he would put his plan back in motion. With or without Mallory by his side. But she simply had no answer to give. None of the options seemed like a solution. She couldn’t simply join Michael and watch him destroy the Coven and the life she had built for herself. But she didn’t have the strength to give him up once again, now that they had been reunited against all odds. She wanted to go straight to her bedroom, as silent as possible, before someone would find her and ask her what news she brought from the Grange. The entire Manor seemed to be asleep, and she thanked the Goddess for this small blessing.

Once again, Mallory used her magic to go unnoticed into the house. As she passed by the parlour, she saw that Zoe and Kyle were there sharing a chaise longue, holding each other close and talking in whispers. They wouldn’t have noticed that she was there even if she hadn’t been using a concealing spell, they were just too focused on each other to pay attention to anything else in the world. They were looking into each others eyes and kissing slowly and gently. Making promises of eternal love, come what may, and of doing their very best to protect each other against whatever darkness might fall upon them. And in that moment Mallory’s broken heart hated them. She resented the simplicity of their love, and every single happy couple she had ever met. Why were people allowed to find each other and live happily together, while Mallory and Michael had to have so much pain and misery between them. Then she remembered that Kyle Spencer had already died and been brought back to life through an elaborate ritual. Nothing was as simple as it seemed. And she decided to put her resentment aside and take her shattered heart to bed.

In the morning, Mallory was once again spared to have to report her conversation with Michael to the Coven, since everyone else in the Manor had their attentions diverted by an unexpected visitor: Madison Montgomery. Even more unexpectedly, she was there to profess her undying loyalty to the Coven. She told them of how Lady Mead had stolen her body the night they left the Grange, and brought her back through a dark magic ritual. But according to Madison’s story, they had done so because they thought having a witch on their side would be some form of leverage for them. So she bid her time, waiting for a chance to escape and go back home. She swore she was never on their side, specially because everyone in Lord Langdon’s household seem a little too pleased with the idea of having a witch on their leash.

The Coven didn’t even have time to question the truth in Madison’s words, as they were interrupted by another unexpected visitor. Lord Langdon, himself. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to betray us, Madison. To be honest, I never thought you capable of waiting an entire night to come wagging your tail back to Lady Cordelia.”, even though those words had been spoken in a quiet voice from outside the Manor, everyone in the parlour could hear them loud and clear inside their heads. “You should run! Assemble the Coven in the woods, come up with a plan to take him down... I’ll hold him off for as long as I can!”, Madison was already walking towards the door when Lady Cordelia reached her. The Supreme held on to Madison in a maternal way that none of them was used to “I can’t let you do this, my dear girl... it’s not fair”, she touched Madison’s face, tears welling in both women’s eyes. “Fair or not, it’s the only way...”, Madison lifted her hand and tenderly touched the one that was resting against her cheek, “Go!”, she smiled bravely at Lady Cordelia.

The first two people Michael saw leaving the Manor were Kyle and Zoe. And he felt the same kind of resentment Mallory had felt the night before. Everything was so simple for those two. They both had everything they ever wanted... Zoe wouldn’t even let Kyle stay dead, for crying out loud! That’s where it all went wrong. When Kyle came into the Manor and Michael was reduced to his apprentice. And Zoe was just an ordinary witch, not the next Supreme, they could live together as equals to everyone else’s eyes. Michael had to work hard to make himself worthy of Mallory, and even then it was never enough. And the Coven would repay his efforts by murdering him. It was unbearable to live in a world where Kyle Spencer had everything he’d ever wanted, and Michael had nothing.

He didn’t even have to snap his fingers now, Michael would just roll his eyes back for a moment and Zoe’s body would be in flames. And not just any flames, that strange heatless fire of his, that could destroy souls as well as bodies, and in a few seconds Zoe was gone from this world and the next. Kyle lost his mind, screaming in fury from the deepest places of his own soul, he turned to charge on Lord Langdon. But with the slightest wave of one hand, Michael sent him flying against the nearest wall, and Kyle fell unconscious to the ground. Unconsciousness seemed to be enough for the time being. Killing Mr Spencer was not in his plans, at least not in his immediate plans. He wanted to enjoy the other’s desperation at the loss of his beloved one for a while. And he wanted to witness the moment when the so-called Protector of the Coven would find every single one of the witches under his care dead. Only then Michael would kill him.

Madison came rushing out of the Manor, half mad with pain. In the end, she felt for Zoe’s sudden demise, the same way Zoe had been inconsolable when Madison disappeared all those years before. She looked at her former master, furious tears running down her cheeks, but the cold look she found there was almost amused “Oh, Madison... I could pretend your betrayal is in any way a surprise, but that would be if I had ever trusted your loyalty to begin with.” Anger made Madison forget her fear of Lord Langdon for a moment “You stole me from my family, you made me your slave... you couldn’t expect me to simply stand aside while you murdered everyone I had ever cared about? Even you couldn’t be that stupid, Farm Boy...”, the last two words carried all her despise for the so-called Lord. “You have lived both your lives as the Coven’s little bitch. And now you’re gonna die like one.”, Michael snapped his fingers once and Madison’s head disappeared in a bloody explosion, like Lady Mead’s hounds’ had when he was a child.

Michael Langdon opened his arms, his eyes rolling back again, and what had been a clear sky was now heavy with dark clouds. And inside the Manor witches were dropping like flies all around. One by one, all the students in Lady Robichaux’s School were dying. The four women in the Parlour now - Lady Cordelia, Misty Day, Myrtle Snow and Mallory - were facing the massacre, horrified, not knowing what they could do to stop it. He wanted them to leave the Manor and face him. Michael’s revenge wasn’t simply about killing the witches, he wanted to drive them crazy with hopelessness and despair before the end. Lady Cordelia knew what she had to do, and she knew she had no choice. “Ladies, I love you more than my own life”, she reached out and held her beloved Misty’s hand, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to lead this Coven safely into the next Century.” And without giving the others a chance to respond, she walked out into the dark day. To face whatever fate, and Michael, had in store for her.

Lady Cordelia stepped out of the Manor looking every bit as regal and powerful as the Ladies of the Lake in the ancient times of Avalon. “So you decided to face me”, Michael was not impressed, “even though I know you can feel, as much as I can, that your powers are fading as the new Supreme rises.” It was true. Cordelia had been feeling it for months, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he had hit a chord “I am not afraid of you, young man”. Michael chuckled, seeming positively amused now, “You should know this is pointless. Deep down you know I was always going to win, Lady Supreme.” Cordelia forced herself to smile back at him “Oh, but you haven’t. Darkness has only one son. But my sisters are a Legion!”, she took her silver cerimonial blade from her belt, and without taking her eyes from Michael’s she plunged the blade into her own heart in a sure movement. Time stood still for a moment, and even the raging storm that was gathering in the sky was silent. The only sound they could hear was Myrtle Snow’s heartbreaking cry, her sorrow at the loss of the darling girl she had raised weighting in the air.

“She performed the Sacred Taking”, Misty’s shock came out in a breathy whisper, unable to hold back her tears, “she sacrificed herself to give full power to the next Supreme. Why would she do that?”, shock was turning into heartbroken hysteria, “Why now? We don’t even know who the next Supreme is”. But they did. Mallory turned to look at the older witch, tears streaming down her own face as well, her eyes wide at the realisation. “Oh no, Mal. Don’t.”, Misty pulled Mallory to a desperate last embrace, “Don’t leave me here alone!!”. Mallory held tight to her dear mentor, feeling the surge of power in her bones, running through her veins like a lightning bolt. She knew this was how it had to be. That she was the only one who could face Michael Langdon as an equal. “It will all be alright, Misty”, she said in a soft voice and gently kissed her on the forehead. She walked out on poor, sobbing Misty and neither witch had ever felt more alone.

When Mallory found Michael, the ashes of what had been Myrtle Snow were still warm at his feet. With a wave of her hand, the dark clouds went away and the sun was shining on the moors again. For the first time since his return, Michael doubted himself, his purpose and his resolve, looking at Mallory. She was heartbroken, but still had all the power of the Goddess with her. She walked towards him, not without fear, and looked him in the eyes “How did we come to this, my love?”, she asked with all honesty. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Mal... you can still join me. The two of us will be more powerful than anything the world has ever seen...”, his words might have been full of authority, had his voice not betrayed the desperation in his soul.

None of them could simply raise a hand to hurt the other. The death of one would be the death of both. Michael understood that, even through all the years he had spent planning his revenge, there was a part of him that never stopped believing that Mallory would join him again, and that they would rule the new world he was creating side by side. Mallory, in her turn, was incapable of making herself believe that the Michael she had known and loved would do what this Lord Langdon was doing now. But the evidence was undeniably all around her, the Coven had been massacred. Only Misty Day was still alive inside the Manor, trying desperately to perform the Vitalum Vitalis on her fallen sisters, but all her powers had left her when Lady Cordelia died. She could no longer be the bringer of light in the Coven when the light of her life had been extinguished.

“I can’t let you do this, Michael, I’m not here for myself. I’m here for all the witches of the Avalon lineage. Everything depends on me, now...”, tears were rolling freely from her eyes, and Michael understood that Mallory’s stakes were simply higher than his own. She was fighting for something bigger than herself, others relied on her. She really did have a family she loved in the Coven and they loved her, while he had spent all his life gathering power and followers. In the end, he had never had any chance of ever being worthy of Mallory. “Then take this burden from me”, he held her hands while he pleaded, “set me free!”. When she understood the meaning of his request, she shook her head in panic “No, Michael, please! Don’t make me do this!”.

This would be his final act of love. Michael had been born from evil, and evil was the only thing he had known in his life... except for Mallory. She was the only thing that was good and pure, the only person who had ever truly loved him for himself, and in spite of his darkness. He couldn’t bestow that darkness upon her. Make her a murderess and send her into damnation. He kissed the hands he was holding, soft and slowly, before he reached inside his own chest, his eyes never leaving hers, and ripped his own heard out. He placed the bloody organ, still somehow stubbornly beating, on the palms of her hands, and his body fell lifeless to the ground at her feet, as she felt his last heartbeat fading in her hands. The heart she held burst into heatless flames, and was gone at the same time the light left his eyes.

Misty Day was brought outside by Mallory’s desperate cry, and found the girl cradling the body of her beloved one, the image of a dark Pietà, running blood-stained fingers through his golden locks and kissing the cold, lifeless lips, smudging his beautiful face with his own blood and her tears. The painful sight brought Misty to her knees, covering her face in her hands, listening to Mallory ramble in misery “I killed him, Misty... not with my own hands, but I killed him...”, in her despair, Mallory started talking to Michael’s corpse “I killed you... haunt me, then!! Be with me always... take any form... drive me mad!! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!! Oh, Goddess!! I cannot live without my life!! I cannot live without my soul!!”

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#American Horror Story #AHS Apocalypse #Michael Langdon #Mallory #Cody Fern #Billie Lourd #AHS Brontë AU #Wuthering Heights #MCA #Millory #Fanfiction #Whatever Souls Are Made Of

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OMG!! This is the most beautiful thing ever!! It’s far superior to the moodboards I made for my story... 🖤

Millory // Wuthering Heights AU

#Millory #Wuthering Heights AU #OP we need to talk #we should work together some time #🖤

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Whatever Souls Are Made Of (Michael LandonXMallory AU) - Chapter 4

A/N: Are you guys still there? I’m still here! This was a tricky chapter to write, but kind of exciting as well! I hope you enjoy it... <3

Warnings: None, I guess. Big revelations. Some liberties I took with Mists of Avalon folklore, again... I hope you don’t mind!

Word Count: 3K

Life finds a way to go on, no matter what. In the aftermath of Michael’s departure with Lady Mead, the Coven had to prepare for a Seven Wonders Trial to define a new leadership. Cordelia was now Lady Cordelia, the one and only Supreme, to no one’s surprise but her own. And the beginning of her leading journey was to put everything back in place after the cruelest of Summers. Not only by redefining people’s roles in the Coven, but making the remaining members of the household feel safe again. It was Lady Cordelia’s first job to turn the Manor back into a home.

For the longest time Mallory could only ask herself how a broken heart can keep on beating, when it shouldn’t. She should have the right to leave this world, now that all hopes of love were lost, she shouldn’t be forced to live. It was just so hard. Breathing was such a chore. But in spite of all the pain, she was still there. And it wasn’t in Mallory’s nature to quit. If being a witch and a member of the Coven was all she had left, she was going to be the best witch the Coven had ever seen. And the best sister the only family that remained to her could possibly have. She studied longer and harder than anyone else, to perfect her craft. And decided to dedicate all the love she held in her heart to her sisters, old and new.

It was another terrible blow to the witches, specially Zoe, when they found out that Madison Montgomery’s body had disappeared on the same night Michael escaped with Lady Mead. But life did go on, even if that particular crime were to remain unsolved and no justice whatsoever was ever made in Madison’s name. Under the leadership of their new Supreme, everything in the Coven fell back into place during the following years. Teachers left the school to work elsewhere, students became teachers and new students arrived. And the inhabitants of the Manor experienced an unprecedented time of peace and safety.

Lady Mead’s presence seemed to have left some sort of a curse on the Grange halls and grounds. There was no proper tenant there and it was mostly closed for the next five years. Until it wasn’t. But whoever the new tenant was, he or she had not yet set foot on the grounds, all transactions were made by employees, and all contracts signed under a social name, the Cooperative. The moving happened in the middle of the night, and no one in the Coven ever saw who it was. In a few days, a formal invitation was delivered to the Manor, for a gala event at the newly-renamed Hawthorne Grange, an opportunity for the new tenant to make introductions to whomever among the new neighbours could be relevant.

The entire household had been invited and were welcomed to the Grange by the new Governess, one Wilhemina Venable. Over glasses of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, she told them about the new tenant’s plans to turn Hawthorne Grange into a school for special boys, not unlike Robichaux Manor was for girls. Myrtle Snow found the very notion risible, after all men are simply not equal to women when it comes to magical ability. “Not to mention everything else”, quipped Myrtle. Miss Venable didn’t seem to register the comment, she merely went on explaining that the new tenant and the Cooperative had big plans for young warlocks everywhere.

It was then that the witches noticed that the party guests weren’t just the most prominent inhabitants of the neighbouring properties, but also a group of warlocks they had never seen before, most likely the potential teachers of the school to be. As well as the two guests of honour, a pair of strange men with the most unusual haircuts, that weren’t interacting with anyone but each other at the festive occasion. Making them the most unknown, or unpopular, guests of honour in any party the witches had ever been to. And to add to the strangeness of the event, there was still no sign of the actual new tenant anywhere.

There was dancing at the party, although Zoe and Kyle were probably the only pair of dancers that seemed to actually have known each other beforehand. Mallory was standing alone at one corner, with a glass of wine for company, while Coco danced with Lord Brock, a young and wealthy farmer who owned a property not far from Robichaux Manor. Mallory was quite pleased to see her friend getting to know someone new, but she was positively sure that her own days of being swept off her feet on the dance floor were over.

She was so lost in thought, enjoying her wine more by the minute, giving Coco encouraging smiles while she danced with her beau, that she didn’t even notice the tall, dark figure that was standing next to her, until she heard a voice that was more familiar than her own, a voice she hadn’t expected to hear ever again in her life, saying “may I have the next dance?”. It was Michael but he was so different, only Mallory could recognise him. He was dressed impeccably in tones of black and red, his long golden hair falling softly to his shoulders and he had an icy glint to his blue eyes. That was the greatest difference from the boy she knew, not his perfect manners or the way he dressed, but the way his face was set. The stone-cold look hardening his delicate features.

But it was Michael, nonetheless. Right in front of her, alive and well. And back home, somehow. She didn’t hesitate to take the hand he offered and they joined the other dancers. Mallory was lost in a daze, staring at the face she loved so much, she couldn’t even pay attention to the dance steps. There was so much she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to ask. Part of her was wondering how it was possible that he was back after five years, and looking so different. But another part of her was ignoring all the questions, and only wished to hold him close and kiss him all over.

An uncomfortable silence began to gradually fill the hall as they danced and people realised who Mallory’s partner was. Not only that it was Michael, and he was back, but the knowledge that this was the new tenant spread around the small crowd like wildfire. One by one, the couples of dancers stopped and stepped back from where they were. By the time the final chords of music were playing, only Mallory, still lost in wonder of the most magnificent surprise in her life, and Michael, hellbent on causing shock, were still moving. The overall atmosphere of the party, as well as the countenance of the bystanders, wouldn’t be out of place if it was a funeral that they were attending.

Misty got Mallory back to stand with the witches once the dance was done, and Michael formally welcomed everyone to the Grange. He gave the shocked crowd a brief explanation of his plans for Hawthorne School for young warlocks, and introduced the Cooperative members. Their guests of honour, and most collaborative patrons, were Lords Pfister and Nutter. But the most surprising addition to the group was the returning Lady Mead and their youngest servant, Madison Montgomery, “Revelation, trollops. I’ll wager you assumed you had laid eyes on me for the last time.”

Michael made no secret of his goals to set the school for warlocks right next to Robichaux’s, the plan was to end the Coven’s supremacy and mark the beginning of a new era in magic, a male dominated world. The unusual gentlemen, Lords Pfister and Nutter, claimed to have money to buy half of Yorkshire if they so desired, and were there simply because they had absolute faith in Michael’s designs. A small group of warlock lords was introduced as the future Hawthorne professors, and seemed unapologetically pleased by the look of shock on the witches’ faces.

During the speech, very slowly, all members of the Coven moved closer to each other, gathering around Lady Cordelia for guidance. The Supreme was listening to everything in silence, her well-trained mind working double time to find a way out of the spider’s web Michael had lured then into. Even Mallory had joined her sisters, no longer marvelling at the miracle of Michael’s return, but terrified of this new air of authority around him and the cold way he exposed his plans, not once glancing at his former lover. Like she wasn’t even there, like she was no one.

Michael noticed the way the Coven moved and, to everyone’s surprise, he was amused by it. “There is no need for fear, my old friends”, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “you’re under no immediate danger in my house”, he moved closer to Cordelia, his eyes burning into hers, “I want you to be there and witness when I get everything I want, and leave you with nothing. And when that happens, I want to be the one to watch the light leave your eyes, Lady Supreme”, the two last words dropped from his lips like they were something filthy.

“And now, you all may go, this celebration is over”, and without another word he turned around and disappeared inside of the house, and his governess ushered the many guests outside. Zoe wanted to talk do Madison, but she had already disappeared the same way Michael went, probably readying herself to attend to her Master’s every needs. Cordelia was lost in thought on her way home, she wanted to know now, more than ever, how in hell the boy had escaped that night, even before she understood how he could possibly be back. Misty was also distracted by her own mind, wondering how it was that everything went so badly. She just wanted to avoid the death of Mallory’s lover, how was she supposed to know she was actually unleashing the force that could destroy the Coven once and for all.

All members of the Coven arrived at the manor like soldiers in the aftermath of a terrible battle, even though the war was just getting started and the casualties hadn’t even begun yet. Tired as they were, no one could retire to their rooms without discussing what had just happened. Mallory told them as fast as she could that she had helped Michael escape five years before. No one was surprised, even Cordelia looked at her like she had always known. Misty was thankful Mallory hadn’t mentioned her help, but couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. None of them could have predicted the fury with which Cordelia responded, definitely not Misty.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?? The evil you’ve unleashed upon the world?? Upon ourselves??”, Cordelia’s face was red and she could hardly breath. Myrtle was the one to breath some sense into this unusually heated Cordelia “They don’t, my darling child, they very obviously don’t. We thought some secrets were better off being kept from the Coven, but like every other of your Lady Mother’s ideas, this might as well have been a mistake.” Now it was Misty’s turn to get offended at her paramour’s lack of trust in the Coven “You kept your mother’s secrets from the Coven? Even... from me??”, there were tears in sweet Misty’s eyes when she asked these questions. “Lady Cordelia, how could you? After what your mother had done... you still kept her secrets from us. And, even worse, secrets that could put us in danger!”, Zoe Benson’s usually sweet tones were a little higher with shock.

Cordelia’s anger subsided under the offended look she received from everyone else. It was time. They had the right to know, specially Mallory. With a heavy heart the Supreme began to tell the story of a boy born from evil, the son of the Devil himself. Of a mother who died in childbirth, and a grandmother who didn’t know what to do with a child so special in the darkest way possible. Of how Lady Constance trusted her grandson to Lady Fiona and the Coven, knowing the witches would be able to raise the boy while keeping his evil nature in check. And how it seemed to be working fine, until a certain follower of Satan knew about the boy and his powers. “Now I don’t know what his plans are in the long run, but now we know it begins with getting rid of us and creating the rise of Warlocks...”, Cordelia ended her story with a tired sigh.

The room was silent as a tomb. Only Myrtle Snow had heard this story before, everyone else was shocked beyond their wits. “When you say Son of the Devil, you mean...”, Misty asked when she found her voice again. “Not the Christian devil, my child”, said Myrtle, “he was conceived during the festival of Samhain, his father was the dark god of the underworld, the Horned God, the one who should never have offspring”. Every witch knew about it. When the veil between worlds is thin, and the dark god roams the Earth, it is no time to bring children into this world, “What kind of dark soul would chose to be reincarnated during the festival of darkness?”, Misty was talking more to herself than anyone else. Cordelia told them that Michael’s mother had been tricked into laying with the Dark One, and she had paid for it with her life. No mother has ever survived the birth of a Samhain child.

Even though it made everything else in Michael’s life make sense knowing who he really was, not a single member of the Coven had considered this hypothesis before. But no one was more destroyed by this new piece of information than Mallory. For her, it was like the very fabric of truth had been torn apart, nothing else in her life made sense anymore. The one she loved more than her own life had been conceived and born cursed. For the first years of his life, the Coven tried to make sure the darkness in him remained dormant, but it had found a way to come out. It would always find a way. She thought that her love had made her try and save him five years before, but now how could she know it wasn’t another trick from the dark god to keep his son safe? Giving him a guardian angel inside de very Coven that was supposed to protect the world from him.

Mallory feared she had just been a plaything, manipulated by the dark forces to make sure their designs were fulfilled. Michael himself wouldn’t know, the evil in him would have made him seduce her, entice her, and made sure she’d do anything to save him... but this was ridiculous. She knew it wasn’t true just as the thoughts were forming inside her head. They didn’t love each other because of his darkness, it was in spite of it. Whatever light there was in Michael, it came from their love. And she knew their feelings were pure and real, even if nothing else was. That’s when the unfairness of it all dawned on her. That Lady Cordelia and Myrtle Snow had kept Michael’s dark secret from her, as well as from the rest of the Coven, all this time.

“How could you keep that from us? From all of us?”, it was Misty who was voicing Mallory’s thoughts. And everyone else in the room was looking at their leaders with accusing eyes. “I thought I was protecting you”, Lady Cordelia said simply, her voice weak. “Lady Fiona thought no one would agree to keep the boy in the Manor if anybody knew”, said Myrtle, “and I have reasons to believe she had a plan when she agreed to take care of him. I believe she thought he could be useful to her, somehow...”, she ended with the slightest shrug. “Who else knew?”, Zoe’s sweet voice had turned cold. “We don’t know how, but clearly Lady Mead knew”, Cordelia answered Zoe’s question while staring at Mallory, honest curiosity in her eyes.

Yes, it was clear for Mallory as well now, that Lady Mead knew exactly what she was doing when she offered to teach Michael how to use his powers. And in that moment Mallory knew it wasn’t chance that had brought the strange woman to the Grange. It became clear for her that Lady Mead knew who Michael was and where to find him. And that’s what had brought her there. And after Mallory and Misty had helped him escape, he went away with the lady, and continued with his lessons, went on developing his powers. So the Michael that was tenant in the old Thrushcross Grange now was far more powerful than the one who had run away into the night all those years before.

Misty lifted her head high and refused to apologise for helping Michael escape. She would never have done that if she knew the whole truth about the boy. Whatever she did, she did it for Mallory, and it was the best she could have done with what she knew. Mallory. All the eyes in the room had fallen upon the sweet young witch, who was still trying to process what she had learned in the past few hours. They knew she was the Coven’s only chance. The only person in the world who could plead with Michael, asking him to spare the witches. But would she? Would she walk alone into the lion’s den and negotiate with the king? Would she be willing to face her long-lost lover, who was now back for blood? Lady Cordelia had voiced those doubts, and now the entire Coven looked at Mallory, holding their breaths waiting for her answer.

“Yes. I’ll go.”

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