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How did Alyssa just disappear like that?

She didn't just disappear.

She simply slowed time

to her advantage.

Oh, yeah. "Simply."

Alyssa Drake is an accomplished practitioner, Mr. Morton.

The Vade Maecum is still in her possession.

She would never try and do what Coventry did.

It's still a grimoire,

and those spells can be performed à la carte.

How did you know Salvador was going to attempt a murder-suicide?

Alyssa mentioned a quote from Salvador

about Psophis, Lycaon's daughter. She made the same move.

You saved my life.

Thank you.

Yeah, I mean, thank Professor Benson.

I only knew it because it was on the test.

You actually use silver bullets.

Unnecessary, I know, but why take the risk?

You know what you've done?

Cut the head off a snake?

Turned Salvador into a martyr,

galvanized Alyssa against you.

She'll be dealt with.

Look, we were supposed to stop this before anyone else got hurt.

Praxis has made their intentions perfectly clear.

Well, I'm not gonna kill a bunch of civilians

that think magicking their way to a free beer is cool.

You know they are far more dangerous than that.

Alyssa is not Salvador.

She knows our strengths,

and she knows all of our weaknesses.

That makes her exceedingly dangerous.

Why do you hate her so much?

Mr. Morton, you're relieved from temple duties until further notice.

- You're benching me? - Your infatuation has become a liability.

Yeah, well, uh, you're welcome for saving your life.

I said thank you.

- What did you do to her? - Nothing.

I came in and found her passed out in front of the lockers.

Oh, shit.

She didn't transform.

Was she supposed to?

Give me a hand.

Okay. Yep.

Usually that's how this works.

The hide jumps you, the hide bonds with you,

then you run off and kill something.

Maybe we should take her to Emergency.

Hospitals can't help.

Knowing Gabrielle,

she's just waiting to make an entrance.

She is going to wake up, right?

Absolutely.

Hello?

Where am I?

Where is everybody?

This isn't funny!

Still the baby badass, I see.

Kyle?

And now a werewolf.

- Mazel tov! - No.

The last thing I remember, I was being attacked by a shag rug.

Oh, fuck me.

This is all your fault, isn't it?

You dick!

You dead dick!

Yeah. Thanks for that.

You were the one who sent me on that stupid werewolf hunt.

Don't come any closer.

Or what?

Yeah, no magic here.

Not for you, at least.

Welcome to the collective unconscious, new Midnight.

A werewolf hide jumps me, and I end up in some Jungian Six Flags?

Oh, my God. Drop the act, okay?

You wanted this.

To be a werewolf?

Gross.

To belong.

And as the current representative of Midnight,

the most noble of the Knights,

you have a very important job to complete,

and I think you're going to like it. I know I would.

You have to take down Silverback,

which means you get to kill Jack Morton.

Lucky.

I will miss her.

And I know she'd say,

"This isn't about you, Alyssa."

And she'd be right.

It isn't about me.

Just like it was never about her.

Salvador Grant was brave

smart

selfless,

and I will never be everything that she was.

But I can

carry her vision forward.

We all can

by giving magic to anyone who wants it

and bringing down those who try to keep it for themselves.

So to honor her

to honor Praxis

we cast a flame incantation

without sacrifice.

But that might cause one of the eruptions.

Exactly.

Which is why going forward, all magic we perform will be done without sacrifice.

That's like asking to be turned into puppies, or inside out.

Or inside-out puppies.

Salvador wanted magic for the masses.

The Order has the spell that can make it a reality.

So we're going to generate eruptions,

and we'll keep generating them until the Order gives us what we want.

And if we refuse?

Then go.

If you're afraid

leave.

If you disagree

leave.

There will be no judgment.

No reprisal.

Salvador wanted us all to be free

to explore magic in our own way, on our own terms.

But Praxis will always be your home.

And we will always welcome you back.

On the count of three

we unleash Hell.

One

two

three.

Now! Run!

Why does Midnight want Jack dead?

He doesn't.

Silverback's the problem.

He's selfish.

He chooses losers to be his champion,

which explains Morton.

The last time Silverback was unboxed, he nearly completed the Vade Maecum.

So now it's up to you to put him back in his crate.

No way.

Jack's basic, but it's not a killing offense.

Fine.

So then stay here for a few hours and let Midnight take the driver's seat.

Once Morton's dead and Silverback's in his locker,

then you get your body back.

Midnight's happy, I'm happy,

everyone's happy!

I'm not letting some stupid wolf take me over.

Well, if you're not gonna listen to me

how about him?

Another bad choice, I see.

Papa?

This is what we get for all our sacrifices.

I'm doing well this year.

You got a 60 on your Ethics exam.

I should've left the money to your younger sister.

Then it wouldn't be wasted.

I'm trying, Tatay.

I work so hard.

Yet this is the best that you can do.

And when you're done here,

you'll come crawling back home

with nothing and no one.

That's not true. I have friends.

I'm part of something big.

Something important.

You'll ruin that, too.

So needy.

This isn't real.

Hm. I thought for sure Daddy would have broke you.

You seem the type.

None of this is real.

It's real.

Trust me.

And this is a fight you can't win.

Bring it.

Disappointment doesn't even begin to describe you.

I don't even know why we're wasting time on a loser like her.

I can describe her. Incompetent...

No.

Uncoordinated...

- No. - Unattractive.

- Useless. - Weak.

We love your hair.

- No! No! - Useless and weak.

None of you are real!

We are not waiting any longer.

- It's already been two days. - We have no choice.

The eruptions are growing more unstable.

Which is all the more reason to go now.

We need to get Lilith out

before those eruptions make it impossible.

- You're assuming the Order will lose. - You're assuming they'll win.

We will, when Vera performs the obquidio niquaedo.

And murders God knows how many people.

To save God knows how many others.

You've seen the news. The eruptions are out of control.

The respondeos aren't working anymore.

No. All Vera has to do is give them that damn Fors Factoram spell.

This conversation is moot.

We need four powerful practitioners to get Lilith back.

- We need Vera. - We've got Nikki.

She's only a magistratus.

We're only magistratuses... eses.

We're werewolves.

A human magistratus isn't powerful enough to open a passage to the demon realm.

"Open a passage to the demon realm." What...

What happened to me? I was gonna be a marine biologist.

Oh, shit! Dude, you finally figured out your major.

Marine biology, or film school.

That's what the apocalypse needs, more film students.

There isn't going to be an apocalypse,

because we're going to rescue Lilith and she's going to help us clean up this mess.

And we just found our fourth practitioner.

Who? Who is it?

Out of my way, wench. I have to find the others.

I already told you, they're coming.

Ju... They'll be here soon.

I should trust the lies of a witch?

I'm not a witch, I'm a practitioner. And so are you.

You take that back or I'll rip your heart out!

Hey!

She's all yours.

I knew you weren't dead.

Right. You're a werewolf now.

You're getting sloppy, Greybeard.

Ow. Yep.

So, Gabrielle,

how are you feeling?

I feel fine, Tundra.

It's Hamish.

You look...

You look sturdy.

Do you feel sturdier?

I am sturdy, and strong.

Committed to the cause.

And Midnight, how is he treating you?

With respect,

which is more than I can say for you.

Yeah.

Okay. Look, don't take it personal. We have been a little distracted.

Distracted?

That's an interesting term for your selfishness.

I'm not selfish.

You nearly destroyed the Knights of Saint Christopher

and all we represent.

And you two yaldsons stood by and let him.

"Yaldsons"?

That's an archaic term for the son of a prostitute.

Oh. Hey!

Okay.

What do you propose?

Your wench apprised me of Timber's predicament.

Uh, that wench has a name.

We retrieve our comrade,

and we set things right.

Damn.

The new werewolf came to slay.

Okay.

Thank you, Algernon.

I can pour the blood,

but the four of you need to perform the chant, or the incantation won't work.

- Ready? - Yeah, just watch out for my sneakers.

On three.

One

two

three.

Okay, try again.

It's not working. Why isn't it working?

I don't know.

We did everything right.

Everybody out!

Go! Go! Go!

Maybe it was a dud.

That was a Tartarus eruption.

It did something.

Um...

Does anyone remember there being a vortex inside this thing?

It smells like demon.

Then the spell worked.

Whoa. That's a portal to the demon realm,

but we have no idea where it's gonna take you.

Hamish is right.

The incantation is supposed to take you directly to Lilith.

That's not good.

The hide locker's the only tether we have to Lilith.

We need to complete that spell before that vortex sucks it away.

We can't do anything until we figure out where we went wrong.

The only person that did anything wrong is me.

I never should have suggested that heist.

Hey, we all agreed to it.

Vera is the only person with the power to rescue Lilith.

Vera? No. No way.

What if she says no? What if she takes away the lockers?

- She won't. - You don't know that.

Actually, I do.

There is another option.

Are you serious? After what happened at the gallery?

Look, I have to try. This is my fault.

Gabrielle? What do you think?

I think you're all pathetic.

Cool, good talk.

Last time I checked, this wasn't a democracy.

I'm going to go get Vera. You guys, stay here.

I'll work on the incantation.

I'll, uh, secure the locker.

Fuck this.

Classic Silverback.

I thought the respondeos had lost their efficacy.

Actually, we've been preparing for the Obcidione Caedo.

You're going through with it.

Miss Drake has left me no choice.

You would know this if you were here, as ordered.

I got tied up on something.

Something more important than defeating Praxis?

Actually, yes.

Would you like a drink?

I'm awake, aren't I?

The eruption

at Praxis headquarters.

That was you.

You killed Bennett.

Council wouldn't listen to reason.

So I gave them fear.

Stopping Praxis is the only way to stop these eruptions.

Or is it the only option you'll consider?

They're asking for something I can't give them.

Or won't?

Look, I don't have time for a game of Moral High Ground.

Why don't you just tell me what you want?

We need to rescue Lilith. Now.

What did you idiots do?

We attempted a rescue ourselves.

Something went wrong.

And you caused an eruption.

You know how dangerous these things get.

I don't need my own people helping along the apocalypse.

We're close to critical mass as it is, thanks to Alyssa Drake.

You're welcome.

I told you this wasn't over.

You know what I want.

Go to Hell.

You first.

I'm gonna tear your soul apart.

Great. Uh, hey, do you know Lilith Bathory?

Typical human.

Of course, I'm from down there so I know everybody.

Never mind.

What the hell was that?

It's another soldier demon.

Another one?

When did demons start coming up?

Uh, about

three demons ago.

Thought it couldn't get any worse.

Of course it could, and of course it did.

And of course it's my fault.

Hey, hey, come on.

Yes, things are really, really, really, really, really, really bad,

but they're not terrible.

I translated the incantation using medieval Latin.

I should have used Hiberno-Latin.

Honestly, I can see you making that mistake.

D... Randall!

The owl we sacrificed wasn't supposed to be an owl.

It was supposed to be a witch.

A witch? Like, a real witch?

Like, a practitioner? That can't be right.

This is the only way to rescue Lilith.

We need to give a magical life to get one back.

Have you learned nothing from your past mistakes?

What is your problem, Gabrielle?

You. This is all your fault.

I know that.

You should have listened to Midnight when you had the chance.

Yeah, he had great advice. "Kill them all, burn them to the ground."

At least you would have known victory.

Instead, what did you do?

A robbery.

A pathetic half-measure, doomed to fail.

What did I always tell you?

Snap and shine?

Strike first, strike fast, no prisoners.

You'd better watch that hide, Gabrielle.

Midnight can be a real mean bastard when he wants to.

And Silverback has always let his emotions dictate his actions.

You can't stop the chaos he causes, but you can accept responsibility.

Surrender his hide.

Stop him from doing any more damage.

Are you suggesting that I kill myself? Are you serious?

Your death would be a noble sacrifice.

It's not going to happen.

We'll see about that.

What the hell?

Vera?

Thank God. I thought she'd kill you.

Oh, it's far worse than that.

She took your magic?

She's holding it hostage

until I give her the Fors Factoram.

Devil's advocate. Give it to her.

No, it's far too dangerous.

That incantation turns you

into the sacrifice.

So.

While you enjoy the pleasure of easy incantations,

a magic cancer slowly eats you alive.

It may kill you in years,

or months.

But if you give it to them, the eruptions stop,

and Praxis wipes themselves out.

I'd only be paving the way for a different kind of chaos.

At least you'd have your magic back.

Please.

She has no intention of giving it back.

I imagine she

like you, finds me a selfish woman.

Vera, I don't think you're selfish.

You're demanding and weirdly ticklish,

but not selfish.

How can you be so sure?

Because of all the times you could have killed us,

but you didn't because you wanted us to learn, to live.

Don't.

It's all right to let someone care about you.

There's no point.

You performed the Fors Factoram?

All right, yeah, I'll catch up later.

Gabrielle.

Gabrielle!

I'll be there in a minute.

- Jack! You're in danger. - We're all in danger.

No, you idiot. Midnight wants to...

- I will not be denied! - Denied what, Midnight?

You're smarter than you look, Jack Morton.

And you're a Knight that wants to kill another Knight. Not exactly noble.

The most selfish werewolf in the pack preaches to me about nobility?

If you were truly noble, you'd kill yourself before it's too late.

Too late.

You've finally done it, Silverback.

The world is doomed, and so are you.

There's a way to fix this.

You're right. There is.

We find Alyssa Drake and eat her heart.

Vera gets her power back and she can use it to mend the eruption.

- And Alyssa's dead. - And the Order is back in power.

At least the Order's trying to stop the magic apocalypse.

Yeah, this time.

It doesn't matter if we're the Knights of the Blue Rose or Saint Christopher.

Our job remains the same, keeping the Order in check.

That Tartarus eruption is as much Vera's fault as it is Alyssa's.

Okay? They both need to be held accountable for it.

They're also the only practitioners that are capable of dealing with it.

Well, look who showed up.

An actual Knight.

Where exactly is the real Gabrielle?

Is she okay?

Did she ask about me?

Oh! Fuck.

Vera has the knowledge,

Alyssa has the power. We have to convince them to work together.

That's your plan?

You have a better idea?

No. Actually, it's a good one.

- Thanks. - Still gonna kill you.

Yeah, I got it.

Alyssa won't lift a finger unless Vera gives her the Fors Factoram,

and that's not gonna happen.

The world is on the brink of destruction,

and you're letting people's feelings dictate your actions?

None of you are fit to carry my shield, let alone fight alongside me.

Here's what we're going to do, plague sores.

Is "plague sores" the plan?

I think she means it as an insult.

We're going with Silverback's plan.

We get the witches to fix the eruption together.

I already tried to convince Vera.

For God's sake, we're werewolves.

We tell people what to do.

Yeah, Hamish, you're...

- You're talking to Hamish, right? - I'm talking to all of you.

Stop being so damned human.

It's embarrassing.

Whatever we're going to do, we better do it fast.

What you're proposing is impossible.

Then you didn't hear me correctly. It's not a proposal.

Watch your tone, disciple.

I won't be powerless forever.

No, you'll be dead.

Do you want to take that risk?

'Cause I don't.

What I want is my magic back.

And I'd still have it if you werewolves had done what you were told.

Get out.

Make the arrangements.

Yes.

Alyssa Drake.

You gotta be kidding me.

Alyssa?

Took you long enough to get here.

You knew I was coming?

Salvador taught me some tricks.

Vera ready to cooperate?

She will give you the Fors Factoram after you help her seal the eruption.

Before.

I'll tell them.

You know, everyone else thought that

taking Vera's magic was a straight revenge play.

We're not interested in revenge.

I wasn't talking about Praxis.

Is there anything else?

Not unless you want to tell me

where Alpha's hide locker is.

It's somewhere safe, waiting for an appropriate champion.

So not you?

We should go.

That eruption isn't gonna seal itself.

Hey, hey.

I'm sorry about Salvador.

I don't blame you.

But I'm not ready to forgive you, either.

When you are, tell me what to do. I'll do it.

Just stop talking, okay?

I need you to understand...

I understand, I do.

But I need you to understand that I really want to hate you right now,

and you're making it kind of hard.

You know, a part of me wishes that eruption would do its worst,

and the rest of the world would just disappear.

And then it would just be you,

and me

in this overpriced hotel room,

for the rest of our lives.

You need to be careful what you wish for.

Time to go.

Nicole?

Another demon?

Jack and Alyssa are heading to the temple,

and Hamish texted that Vera is on board.

This is it.

We're gonna get her back.

How?

We can't kill anyone.

This is our only chance.

Then it should be me.

That's all there is to it. I'm a witch, so kill me.

No, it's not gonna be you.

Well, it can't be you. We need you for the incantation,

and we have no right to place this judgment over anyone else.

Nicole, if I sacrifice you,

Lilith will kill me.

I'm the only logical choice.

- Nicole... - When the Order invited me to join,

all I could think about was all the good I'd do with magic.

You know the most altruistic thing I've ever done?

Fix someone's car.

- Nicole... - We can't leave her there.

And I can't live with that kind of blood on my hands.

You won't have to.

Okay.

Your name is Nicole Birch.

You're a student at Belgrave and a member of the Order.

You mistranslated the incantation.

The sacrifice needs to be two owls.

I figured out my mistake.

Uh...

It's supposed to be two owls, not just one.

- Did I fall asleep? - Yeah, you did.

And we're going ahead.

Vera and Alyssa are on board.

It's really happening.

I'm on it.

You stay here and keep an eye on the locker.

We don't want any more demons getting through.

- But... - It's really easy.

These are all lower-caste demons we're dealing with.

The second they pop out, you swing.

What's he doing here?

We're not staying.

Yes, we are.

No, you're not.

It's not safe.

I'm no threat to her.

Not anymore.

Is this it?

Fors Factoram.

Congratulations, Miss Drake.

You now possess

two of the most powerful incantations ever created,

and I pray you never complete either one.

Please.

I am begging you.

The Fors Factoram is dangerous.

Only Magus-level practitioners get to see it,

and fewer still ever elect to use it.

Until now.

You know what this incantation does?

Yes, Vera.

It frees a practitioner from sacrifices.

Nothing frees practitioners from sacrifice.

You pay now,

or you pay later.

Later costs more.

Let's finish this.

Maddox, let's go.

I hate fencing.

Really? I would have never guessed.

It's not like you say that after every single class.

I wanna quit.

Well, you can't. Your dad left very clear instructions.

When is Dad getting home?

I keep telling you he'll be home soon.

Now get in.

Fucking kids.

Aunt Bitsy?

Aunt Bitsy?

Aunt Bitsy?

For this incantation to work

you have to aim the knife at the eruption and speak the incantation.

No, listen.

Good.

And then you'll slice your palm,

and place your hand on the loom.

That's it?

That's it.

I have to say

I think I'm finally impressed with you, Miss Drake.

You brought us to the brink of destruction for a single incantation.

It was never about a single incantation, Vera.

The Fors Factoram will help us realize Salvador's dream.

Yes, a world full of magic and wonder.

Now, why hasn't anyone ever thought of that before?

Oh, that's right.

They have.

What now?

Pray the loom works faster than the eruption.

Guys, they've activated the loom.

Nicole?

We're ready.

Seems like a lot of blood for two owls.

Randall, how many owls did you kill?

I needed to make sure the spell worked, okay?

- Dude... - We're not talking about this.

Okay.

If I don't make it back,

don't touch my stuff.

If this doesn't work, their blood is on your hands.

It's gonna work.

Last time one of Silverback's other champions said that to me,

we were betrayed.

Then take it up with that guy.

- One day's heroism... - Guys, the ropes.

Isn't going to overcome decades of selfishness, Silverback.

I'm not my hide, and I'm not your history, Midnight.

- Midnight's a zealot. - Guys!

Yeah, and still pissed off at me for breaking up with him.

None of this is personal.

Your first duty as a Knight is to your mission...

Shut up and start pulling!

Randall, is that you?

Oh, it's Randall!

Guys, on three. One, two, three!

There's no such thing as easy magic!

Seriously? Right now?

The second you complete the Fors Factoram, your life begins stripping away from you.

That doesn't give you the right to keep it from us.

Lilith.

So, that was hell.

It wasn't Hell.

It was a trans-dimensional plane.

I was talking about the experience.

Portal seems to be closed.

I think we're gonna be okay.

You seeing this?

Yeah. We got bigger things to worry about.

It's really good to see you.

We missed you so much.

We're gonna give you guys a minute.

You would not believe

how many incantations we attempted to bring you home.

Home?

This isn't my home.

You took me from my home.

And you need to send me back.

You did it.

We did it.

So, Midnight

the apocalypse was averted.

Lilith's back.

What's it going to be?

I can't decide if you're the worst champion Silverback has selected,

or the best.

I'll let you live.

For now.

That's a relief.

Dude.

Midnight may let me live,

- but no way he'll let Vera and Alyssa go. - What?

Midnight only agreed to my plan because it puts Vera and Alyssa in the same room.

And here we are.

The eruption is sealed,

and your plan will fail.

Time will tell.

It already has.

Several times.

Well

if you're going to kill me, Miss Drake...

Just not the face.

You deserve to die for what you did.

For saving the world?

Please. You saw what those eruptions can do.

And if Salvador was any kind of a real leader,

she would have done the same.

Salvador was a greater leader than you ever were.

Alyssa, don't.

Revenge is never worth the cost.

You're the one that taught me that.

This isn't revenge.

- This is justice. - No.

It's revenge.

This is anger.

Alyssa, I know because I've been there.

Don't make the mistake you stopped me from making.

After everything she's done, she doesn't deserve to live.

Well, then neither do I.

If all this is anyone's fault,

it's mine.

And if you have to kill someone to feel better, make it me.

Because once you kill Vera, the Order targets you.

And I can't live in a world without you in it.

It's always about you, isn't it?

I like being the center of attention.

Alyssa, you have to go now.

All right? Gabrielle is possessed by Midnight, and as far as he's concerned,

you're both the enemy.

Return my magic.

Not going to happen.

Go.

Goodbye, Jack.

No!

Alyssa. Alyssa.

Vera, help her.

- I... I can't, I don't... - Please.

Alyssa, you have to return Vera's magic.

Alyssa?

Alyssa, you have to return her magic.

No. Alyssa!

No. No.