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Michael carefully walks up to the charred remains of three bodies tied up to a post, observing them closely.

Using his powers, he touches the first skull.

He jolts back discovering the remains of his headmaster, Ariel. With shaky hands, he looks at the second body, the top half of the torso still tied to the stake. He sees a flash of Ms. Mead burning in a large pillar of flames with a wicked smile on her face. 

He jolts back in despair and yells out, beginning to cry, gripping onto his stomach. He quickly moved over to the third body and was instantly relieved knowing it wasn't his Tilly. Even though he already knew that she was still alive. He would've felt it otherwise.

A voice interrupts his thoughts of grief and anger,

 "It's over. We know who you are. Your allies are all dead. You failed."

"I've already proven to you that I can defy death. I'm just gonna bring her back. And when I do, my Ms. Mead will stand by me as we watch you die. " Michael spits at her, tears still in his eyes.

"You can certainly go to Hell, but you won't find her there. Just like if you go back home. You won't find Tilly there either."

"What have you done? Where's Tilly?" He says, tearing up.

"Tilly is safe and far away from you, and it will remain that way. As for Mead, her soul is hidden by a spell only I can break. You'll never see either of them again. You're alone."

 Michael collapses to his knees in despair. The witches had taken everything away from him in seconds.

He speaks up with his voice breaking: "I'm never alone. I have my father."

Cordelia walks close to him and bends down to his level, looking him in the eyes. 

"Where is he now? Why did he let this happen? You don't have to follow this path your father laid out for you. You can write your own destiny. You can still turn away. There's humanity in you. I see it. If you come with me, maybe we can find it. Together."

Cordelia stands back up, offering him her hand to help him up. 

Michael looks up at her with tears in his eyes, grabbing her hand and standing up.

 His face goes from sadness to fury in a second as he pulls her close to him, catching Cordelia off guard.

"Somehow, some way, I am gonna bring her back. And then I'm gonna kill every last one of you."
He yanks his hand out of her hold harshly and walks away.


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Tilly slowly opens her eyes, confused on when she had fallen asleep. 

She's in a pure white room, with white walls, white doors, and white bed sheets. Such a contrast to the black and red spread out across Ms. Meads home. 

Where was she?

 She sits up, rubbing her eyes. She sees a bathroom door opened up that connects to the room, and at the foot of the bed there is a pile of clothing, undergarments, and shoes that she assumes are for her. 

She walks into the bathroom, ignoring the clothes, and looks in the mirror. Her hair is tangled and frizzy, and her mascara and eyeliner is smeared all around her eyes. She sighs loudly to herself and walks back into the bedroom to grab the clothes and take a well-needed shower.

After washing her hair and cleaning up, she wrapped her hair up in a towel and looked at the clothing she was given. 

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