Later you stand outside, shocked to have found herds of disembodied zombies spread all across the academy, now helping burn them and clear up the mess.
Fiona: Fire purges and purifies, scatters our enemies to the wind. What blows away need not be explained
At that moment Zoe wheels over more limbs of the undead.
Zoe: Okay, I think that's the last of them
Nan: This is nasty
Y/N: Seriously good job guys, I don't know how the hell you killed all these things, you did really well...
Your sentence drifts slightly as you stare into the decaying remains, the dead were consuming you, their disgusting visage haunting your brain, until Fiona snapped you out of it, wandering away with a hint of emotion.
Zoe: How's Luke?
Y/N: What happened to Luke?
Nan: He came round to help, he got hurt running away, he's in my bed resting
Zoe: We have to get him out of the house
Nan: He's not well enough yet
Zoe: Well he can't stay here
Fiona: He can, and he will
Y/N: She's right, no sense rushing him back to that Holy Roller mom til he recovers
Fiona: She'd only call the cops anyhow
Nan looks around excitedly, dropping her shovel and running to the house
Nan: Thank you!
Fiona looks to Zoe now.
Fiona: I like a witch who knows how to fight, you've done this coven a great service Zoe, I won't forget it, Go on now
Zoe rushes into the academy to clean herself up, now you stand alone in the garden with your grandmother, just watching the fire burn. Soon, Lalaurie exits into your premises, she'd been discovered alive by your grandmother and forced to work as a servant for the coven, in all the recent stress that was somehow as far as possible from a concern as could be.
Lalaurie: Those are my daughters
Y/N: Are you serious? H-how did they get here... like that
Lalaurie: A part of me believes it was revenge from the heavens as to how I treated them. You know, the day they were born I sent such hopes and dreams to God and this is how it ends, flames and decay
Y/N: Must've been tough seeing them like that, and now having to see them die all over again, Lalaurie I'll be honest I don't like you, I hate your your view on the world and on people, and I hate the things you've done but I'm sorry you had to go through that, and maybe you're right, maybe that's God telling you to get your shit together
Lalaurie: No you're right, boy, they deserved a better mother than I could ever hope to be
Fiona: Yes... I know the feeling
Lalaurie: Perhaps our shared tragedies will... bring us closer together
You scoff at the thought, she was human, but Lalaurie was still evil, more than Fiona could ever possibly be.
Y/N: I doubt it...
Fiona: Yes, you are, after all, the maid
She looks to you both with agonised disappointment, a gust of wind trails through the atmosphere and you look to the entrance gate, where the council stand.
Fiona: Time to deal with the rest of the trash I see
Hours later, having left Fiona with the council and waiting for them with the rest of the coven. You found yourself walking through a baron wasteland decked out of course, in black, this was a place you'd travelled to few times in childhood, a place of death and dishonour, at the front of the coven's posse, Myrtle Snow, accused of being the one to blind your mother and kill Madison. You weren't entirely sure how the tables had been turned so abruptly, frankly the claims were outrageous, Myrtle was like Cordelia's true mother, and like your grandmother, she'd never hurt either of you, but the council's decision was final, and here you were, walking her to her death, flanked by Zoe and the rest of the girls, of course missing the two that mattered most.
Zoe: This is just a joke right? We're not actually burning her
Y/N: You dont mess with the supreme
You approach the area where Myrtle is to be lynched, sombrely watching as she's tied to the stump and drowned in gasoline.
Fiona: Any last words?
Myrtle: You're all a bunch of little toads in a pot that Fiona is bringing to a boil, you won't even feel it until it's too late. I'd rather burn than boil
With that Fiona flicks her cigarette towards the elder redhead, who busts into flames, her haunting screams echoing throughout the atmosphere sending an unstoppable chill down your spine as you watch on in terror. Finally, it came to a merciful conclusion. Myrtle was dead.
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Male Reader x Madison- AHS Coven
Romance(Y/N) is Cordelia's adopted son, he's been away for a couple years but recently returned ready to reconnect with his dysfunctional family and help them run Miss Robichaux's Academy. His first act back in town is to attend a party at an old friend's...
