"What do ya mean, fail the Seven Wonders?" Misty questioned, her voice ripe with confusion, "Where is all this comin' from?"
"Misty, I saw something horrible," Cordelia whispered more to herself than to Misty. Her hand remained cradling Misty's face, "I saw you die. I was there. I felt your life slip away as I held you in my arms," Cordelia said as her gouged eyes stung with tears.
"Awe, hush now, darlin', that was just a dream." Misty pulled Cordelia tighter, but she jerked away.
"No, this was no dream. I know what I saw and, more importantly, I know what I felt," Cordelia's icy tone reverberated to Misty's core. "You were gone."
"But how can you be sure?"
"I believe that what I saw was an extension of my second sight. It is not uncommon for the powers of the other witches in the coven to peak prior to the ascension of a new Supreme. And this can be manifested in various ways."
Misty sat in contemplation for a moment before gently lifting both women off the bathroom floor and guiding them back to the bedroom. Her hand remained in Cordelia's as she said, "Okay, let's say you're right. If I die, obviously that means I'm not the Supreme," Cordelia nodded. "But whoever is the Supreme has power beyond any ordinary witch, right?"
"Correct."
"So, couldn't this new Supreme just being me back? I've come back before."
Cordelia was irritated by Misty's cavalier response. "Misty, I don't think that you understand the gravity of the situation. In theory, what you are saying is correct, but even the powers of a Supreme have limits. The task that you would fail is the most perilous of all-Descensum." Cordelia's throat tightened at the thought. "That means you would be trapped in Hell for eternity," she all but whispered.
Misty's hand fell from Cordelia's grasp and she sank into the bed, her head reeling. "Trapped in Hell," Misty droned as she stared at her bare thighs. Cordelia sat down beside her and wrapped her arm around her waist. "I've feared that my whole life," Misty breathed, "Nothing keeps you in line better than the threat of fire and brimstone...I used to lay awake at night thinkin' bout that very thing. I imagined being forced to watch God's most innocent creatures being slaughtered. Or worse, I was the one doin' the slaughterin'," she shuddered. "That would be my hell."
Cordelia hugged her closer. "If I lose you tomorrow, this world will become my personal hell," she whispered in her ear.
Cordelia closed the gap between them and enveloped Misty in a soft, passionate kiss. No words were needed. Misty leaned into the kiss, gently placing her weight upon Cordelia until the two were lying down. Never breaking the kiss, Misty reveled in the sensation of their bodies intertwined. It was so easy to become lost in the moment. Although every fiber of her being craved Cordelia's caress again, she longed to be with her in the most innocent way. She shifted herself so that she was resting on Cordelia's chest. Her fingernails gently scratched her adjacent rib cage as she was lulled into serenity by her steady heartbeat. Cordelia wrapped both of her arms around her love and grazed her curls with a kiss.
Misty was the first to break the silence, "I'll do it."
Cordelia breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
"But won't failin' the Seven Wonders be breakin' sum ancient rule I'm sure exists?"
"Screw it. You leave that for me to worry about. Right now, we have about two hours left before dawn, and I intend to cherish them with you. Tomorrow the fate of our coven is decided…"