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Does anybody know what's fucking going on here? I don't know, I was contacted

on sleepingarrangements.com.

Me too.

So this is some kind of, like, sex thing?

Dude on dude.

Like, we do each other?

Oh, no, hold up. I ain't never doing none of that.

Well, you ain't gonna ever make easier money than that.

Listen, a boner that knows is gonna get paid.

Starts reaching for the sky.

See Alice? Anyone care?

Good evening,

degenerates.

I love the sight of every one of you roughnecks.

Mmm, and the smell.

You change into your dirty laundry just for me.

You know what?

It all works.

Chud studs straight from the gutter. This is like a kink thing, right?

Like you're gonna give each of us a bath or something.

The only way I got a house will cost you 100 bucks.

Mine's gotta be 200.

So come on, what are you into, man?

Kink ain't what it used to be.

When I was a young juvenile delinquent, the shame and the pain and the thrill of

getting your rocks off just went hand in hand.

But today, with parents accepting every kind of sexual reinvention, it just

takes the sting out of good, guilty sex.

Kink today feels as fake as a butt plug with trainer wheels.

Or is this one of those things where you get off watching us feed one another?

Or you want us to chew slowly?

Or with our mouths open?

No splashing necessary.

I don't want to see that stuff.

Just delightful smiles on your face.

Have a good time.

Think slumber party.

Have a snack.

Milk and cookies.

Freshly baked.

Go on.

Go ahead.

Have seconds.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

All right.

Come on, come on, come on.

That's enough.

Your work is done.

My lord and master, I am overjoyed to meet you.

It's all happening.

What a moment for mankind.

And those ruffians in the other room, that was your doing? Yeah, I killed that

witch, too. We had to get this human iguana past 100 by any means necessary.

I got you the roughest of trade.

Thirteen of them. Half of them were bank robbers, the other half were murderers.

All of them had more crabs than a San Francisco seafood platter.

Tough shells.

Sweet meat.

That was my gift to you, Dark Lord.

And this is meant to help me.

You sent me here to serve.

When Constance was nowhere to be found, I'm the one that had to think of a way

to push you over the top. I tried to imagine a gay Jonestown. And if I was

Jim Jones, who was a bossy bottom from what I hear, here was a flock that I

could snow. Why have Kool-Aid tea dances when we could have wholesome milk and

cookies laced with spoonfuls of crystal meth?

What a hopped-up, horrid, horny...

hot way to go.

I admire your ingenuity. When the last person croaks, it will be hell on earth.

What a glorious time to be alive.

Actually, Mr. Fives, your plan has hit an unfortunate snag.

Go no further Listen mister, I gotta see

the money first, okay?

I can smack it, squeeze it, etch it. You just gotta pay up front. And I have cash

up if that's okay.

Get on your feet.

I just saved your life.

Now run.

You let one go?

That was a lot of work for me to track down those guys.

I had to text pimps, parole officers, pornographers.

You almost got the world to be exactly what you wanted.

You know, people always just assume that I'm cruel, but the devil shows his other

dimensions.

There's a softer side of Sears.

Suffice it to say, whatever comes next, you'll be getting your just desserts.

Hail Satan!

Everything you ever desired, faithful servant.

Except in hell.

New patient alert.

Nan, don't you need a break or something?

Or like a snack?

Some string cheese?

No.

Guess what?

What? It's this issue.

Oh, God.

Meet Patsy.

Nan, I told you to stop naming them. It makes it 100% worse for me.

When you name them.

Hey.

Hi there, Patsy.

Mel?

Sweet,

sweet, sweet little Patsy.

You sweet, darling dog.

You perfect creature.

I'm so sorry.

You don't deserve this.

But I promise, wherever you're headed, it is so much better than this.

There are lots of furry friends and shoes to chew on.

So many kisses and so much love.

Let's let this one live.

You really are the worst, aren't you?

Yes.

I knew your hell would be an endless shift to the kill shelter.

And you delighted in it, didn't you?

You absolute monster.

Do I look like a monster?

Look at me.

You'll see some good if you bother to notice.

Evil can be hypnotic.

Erotic.

Be open to all of my possibilities.

I sure am.

Now kneel.

Never.

I would rather stay here in hell.

Then bow to you. Surrender, you stubborn witch.

No. Then close your eyes.

Just disgusting, isn't it?

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

I mean, what did I even want with this shithole anyway?

You can keep your precious earth.

I don't want it anymore.

Well, what do you want from me?

You want me to sit here and watch as you rain hellfire on this city?

Will I be smelling brimstone?

No.

With my hundredth birthday fast approaching, I decided to keep things

simple.

I ended the game. The game?

We are nothing but sport to you.

Correct.

Managing humans.

Billions of them. No thank you. I much prefer the tempting.

The tormenting.

Remaining a menace among the good. The great game of it all.

I can't tell whether you're really giving it up.

Or whether you're as committed to sadism as ever.

Well, call it a satanic midlife crisis that lasted nearly a century.

But admit it.

You never would have gotten out of your hellscape without me.

Not even with the twitch of that witchy little nose of yours.

I could have damned you for all eternity.

So just say it.

Give you that satisfaction.

You've got spunk, you know that?

I like it. I always have.

Not enough spunk to kill you. Kill me?

That's like killing a metaphor.

Impossible.

You see, evil thrives where good thinks that it's triumphed. As soon as you

think I'm gone, I'm gaining on you. That's not true.

Evil starts out small and builds momentum.

The world is way more fun with chaos always lurking.

Just like it's more interesting with you in it.

Cordelia Good.

The virtuous will always rise up against you.

You're relentless.

You're also my offspring, so I look forward to watching how those inner

demons wrestle inside of you.

Bucket after buttery bucket of popcorn.

Now, get back to your coven.

I'm even going to toss you the keys to that tomb with a view on the Upper West

Side.

Call it your slice of the inheritance, but fortify yourselves, because you

never know when you're going to see your dear old granddad again.

Maybe when you least expect him.

Oh, Queen.

You know I could never live in a world without you in it.

But how?

How are you here?

Ben. It was Ben.

He came and got me from hell.

You did it, right?

Right? Cordelia, please.

No, no, no. Please tell me we won.

Please!

But as far as I can tell, we have not lost everything.

We still lost!

How long can we keep fighting this fucking fight?

We may have to fight this until the end of time.

I am just asking you to give me a minute.

The sun is out.

The light has found us.

So please, let's just live in it for a little while.

Mallory.

What are you doing?

What I should have done months ago.

Tempus infinitum.

No. There's knowledge out there, gathered across time.

Something that could end him for good.

It's too dangerous.

There should only be one supreme in this timeline.

It's not safe for you if I stay.

It is not safe for us if you go.

You cannot leave us.

We need you here.

I'll come back.

You can't do that. I promise.

Mallory, don't.

That should have felt better.

Thanks.

Sorry.

I've just been with everything going on. Sneaking away feels a little skanky.

Uh, Madison?

What?

I think the condom broke.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. I know, but... Hey, I'm here.

Honestly, whatever happens, you can figure it out. Ben?

What? What's happening?

Oh. Oh, God.

Push.

push one one two three

okay

Allow me.

All my progeny have had their flaws and failures.

Antichrists with their own ideas.

Nuisances, mostly.

But, Ben, perhaps you've just redeemed yourself.

And thank you, Miss Montgomery.

This baby has star power.

Congratulations.

It's a girl.

Make sure you get all the corners, child.

Bad spirits lurk in each crevice.

And may I suggest that you imagine all your possibilities without such

metal. No one with a face like yours needs to hide behind the work of a

blacksmith.

Dearest Mallory,

I leave you this letter with the hope you will discover it in the future.

Time moves differently for you now, I imagine.

You have to feel it in your spleen, you know, the anger.

And then send it out from there.

Some of our coven chose to remain in New Orleans, as you know.

There will always be new witches who need our house of instruction.

So we left the walls we knew.

To make new connections.

To open ourselves to the wider world.

To welcome twists of fate.

Evil. forces the good to rise up to gather what's broken to build something

better and brighter than before.

I once met the darkness with fear, but now it gives me purpose.

Anything worthwhile demands the best of us, whether it's saving the world or

simply showing up for the ones who need us most.

But a coven always survives the same way.

with one woman reaching out a hand to another.

So we reach out across the city, onto its streets and into its shadows.

That is how our coven now grows.

But perhaps none of this surprises you, Mallory.

In any case...

You know where to find us.

Every day I pray you'll come home.

You came back.

I promised you I would.

Come.

What is this dress you are wearing? Salem chic.

God, you would love it there, Cordelia.

And I did so much good.

I stopped the trials and helped our sisters burn the wicked.

You discovered a new spell.

Yes, I did. Tell me.

I danced under the maple leaves with their coven under the light of the moon.

And our sisters gave us the gift of neglected sorcery.

A 17th century spell that just might do the trick.

Turns out Sarah Good and all her trickery helped inspire the magic of

Dorian Gray.

But to complete the spell, we will need someone's help.

But they may not be willing to give it.

What's happening?

God, I was just on my diaper run.

Why did you guys bring me here?

We need you to help save the world.

And you are the only one who can help.

Because I am the son of Satan?

Yes, the Antichrist.

But there have been others before you.

Caligula, Xerxes the Great, Attila the Hun, Torquemada, King John, Napoleon,

Leopold II, Stalin, Franco, Mussolini, Hitler.

Michael Langdon.

Altogether 12 before you.

Making you lucky number 13.

The most powerful of them all.

Which is why we need you to destroy your father once and for all.

You found something?

Christ, okay, tell me.

Tell me what I can do. I'll do anything.

Anything.

Tell me what it is.

You must end your existence.

But you... You're asking me to give up everything.

I just became a... I just had a daughter, I don't...

I just fell in love.

Yes. It is the ultimate sacrifice.

It is you truly denying your birthright.

It is a refusal of everything that he stands for.

His blood runs through your veins, filled with all of his power for hurt

and hate.

By destroying yourself, you'll destroy that power.

Cordelia.

You're not gonna ask this of me.

Of Madison.

Please.

Do you think I have a choice?

Trust me, I know the cost.

I will have to look into Madison's eyes.

I will have to tell her that I asked you to do this.

I will have to tell her it was me.

But she will understand.

And she will be so very proud.

Ben.

I am very sorry.

But the more difficult, the more power...

It will summon.

And we will need all of it we could get.

They will know you left them because of how much you love them, Ben.

But there truly is no time.

We must do this now.

Before he catches on to us.

Me with a daughter?

What are we supposed to even do?

No one taught me how to be a good... Maybe we can make the world a better

place for her. Give her parents a fighting chance at keeping her safe.

I'm sorry.

Tell me.

Tell me what I have to do Here

to

share what the fuck you're doing You

missed me

All humans long for the thrill of temptation in the end. We are not your

average humans.

We are witches.

But not just any witches.

Two supremes, united today for a brief period in a single timeline.

That is how powerful we are. And together, we realized our mistake.

Which is?

To let you go on.

Destroying our world.

To accept the fact that good cannot exist without you. Without evil.

Well, that may be your philosophy, but it is not ours. Not anymore.

We want you gone.

Forever. And with you, wars, pain, and suffering.

And how do you plan on exiling me?

You shot your shot.

You failed.

You witches have had centuries to try something clever.

You're out of clever.

What about folk magic?

Folk magic?

Courtesy of old Salem.

How charmingly pathetic.

Ever heard of the Vinculus spell?

It chains the soul to whatever it truly desires.

Angels are perfect, pure beings without the need for a soul.

You gave up that perfection when you rebelled.

God cast you down into hell, gave you a soul, an eternal life force that

could experience pain.

And pleasure.

You can't resist being looked at, admired.

Nothing could please you more than being called a masterpiece.

You dumb bitches don't got the juice.

They do.

If they have my help.

Matt.

What are you doing? Put that down.

You just became a father.

And I will not let my daughter grow up in a world with your evil in it.

We've been afraid of you for far too long.

But no more.

Goodness reigns free.

You fucked with the wrong coven.

Let my blood be a symbol of all that is righteous and good.

Let the spilling of it bestow the spell with the everlasting power of that

light.

Fuck you dad all my life. I've been afraid of the number 13, but I'm afraid

no longer It is more than a fear it is more than my number

it is my destiny the purpose of my life

Judas. The deadly betrayer.

The devil himself.

Forever the 13th guest at the table.

So now we keep watch?

No.

He's already taken enough from us.

It's tight, but it'll hold this time.

Finally, finally.

Okay, Busty, say the line with double the gusto, and on this next take, when

you hit Brutus, I want to see some blood.

He's biker TV.

The ultimate meal penalty.

Give him what he deserves.

Motorpsychos from hell, take 7,894.

Don't get it this time, Spive.

Vroom, vroom.

Oh, I could do this for eternity.

Okay, take your places.

And... Action!

the silver