A/N: This is my first story for this fandom, and to be honest I wasn't very happy with the season finale, so I have decided to take matters into my own hands. This will be A/U, femslash, and have oodles of OCs.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the characters I create, and those will be pretty obvious.
Cordelia was standing in front of her full length mirror in a mixture of disbelief and awe. Not only did she have to get used to the fact that she could once again see, but she also had to become accustomed to the power that was constantly buzzing inside her. She found that the seduction of using her new found abilities for whatever she desired to be harder to resist than she had anticipated. That thought alone scared her. She refused to get sucked into the same whirlpool of destruction as her mother, 'I will not become my mother.' She thought to herself resolutely. Shaking her head free of such thoughts she steeled herself to face the day. She could already hear many of the girls up and about, most likely in search of something to eat. The house was now painfully understaffed with the…disappearances of Spalding and Delphine, which is why she had nearly back to back interviews to rectify that issue especially since it seemed more than likely that more properties would have to be purchased to house all of these new budding witches.
The first several interviews passed without incident or any notable cause to hire, as Cordelia sipped her coffee she had to wonder if all today's prospects would turn out the same. However, as Queenie and Zoe escorted the next candidate, no, candidates into her office she knew without having to use her second sight that things would get very interesting. There were five of them in total, all appearing to be of varying ages. They were led by a man that moved with confidence that she had never seen, including her mother, but what stood out to her the most was how he walked. Walking when referring to that man was a gross misuse of the word; prowling was more accurate but it somehow still seemed to be lacking. When he was standing before her, he extended his hand and spoke, "Pleased to meet you Miss Foxx," his voice jarred her for a moment and as their hands made contact she quickly glanced down to see if the man didn't have a hand warmer. The man before her chuckled before her chuckled before continuing "I am Dommik, and we have much to discuss."
Cordelia nodded and motioned for her council, who were still at the door to join her. Zoe and Queenie hastily made their way to her side, as she studied the man before her. He had a fairly nice tan, his hair was greying but still mostly black and his salt and pepper beard was neatly trimmed. And yet, something still didn't seem right about him. She tried not to jump when his voice broke the uneasy silence "You are the Supreme, unlike any other that has come about. Instead of hiding away in the shadows you have chosen to bring yourselves into the light. It was very brave of you; your numbers that had once dwindled are flourishing once more. But living in the light comes at a cost, one much greater than the trials you and your coven have faced so far. " His last statement sparked something in Cordelia and before she could stop herself she heatedly retorted. "How could you possibly know what we have been through?" Her mind was spinning with thoughts of the innocence that was lost, the allies that had perished, and the betrayals that had occurred. Her mind was sent to a screeching halt when she heard his simple answer. "Because we've been watching you."