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Please enjoy this chapter, and I apologise for not uploading sooner, I've been very busy. But I promise to upload as soon as possible

Ps. It's most likely that each sequel (including Murder House) will have 24/25 chapters! And I apologise for this being shorter than expected.

Control. What even is control? It is an illusion, Misty Day has taught me that, in the cruellest of ways; she's made me kill, in the most powerful and direct manner. She's given me this power, and she intends for me to use it, in the most inhumane way that exists. I killed Nathan, and his entire crew. Sure, they were connected a large web of terrorism and criminal acts, but still, they didn't deserve to die the way they did. I've never felt so powerful in my entire existence, never been so strong, not even when I could control my sheer strength. I used to be able to break full grown men in half, now, I can break men in into thousand of pieces with a sheer grip of my power. As powerful as I am, as beautiful as it feels, I hate it, I hate it all. I never wanted this, or anything remotely like this, all I wanted to do was save Zoe from feeling all of this mess. I don't regret it one bit, but I didn't expect it to result the way it didn't, killing me would have been easier, both for me, and Zoe. The scariest part of the things I have done; taking lives and endangering them, I remember liking it, even to the point, of loving it. I am the angel of death, I am the destroyer of this world, I will be the end of New Orleans, and I fear, I will be the end of Zoe's life.

"You have done well, my apprentice," Misty Day smiles, breaking me from my thoughts. "You're more powerful than I expected, and you'll only grow stronger."
She's growing stronger and stronger as each day goes, I can feel it, every time she's in my presence, I can literally feel her power amplifying mine. She's a demon, there's absolutely no doubt that she's from hell, she has to be, only power like this can exist in a place like hell.
"You revealed a great deal of your power, all except Chaotic Ridicule, which is good, because that power is one you only use when you want commit an extraordinary deal of destruction."
"Why don't we use destruction as our main weapon?" I ask.
Why am I asking that question? I wasn't thinking that, was I? This is beyond absolution, the control she has over me is disgusting, cruel and and somewhat, unnatural.
"We shall, one day. New Orleans will bow down to us, with or without consent, we are destined to rule this world, together. I am your Supreme, and you are my Apprentice, that's how things will always be. Although, if I was to have a second apprentice, who would you recommend?" Misty Day asks.
I have to choose my next words wisely, this has to be a trick, is it a trick? I can't trust her, she's toying with me, she has to be.
"Z- Z-"
Don't say it Kyle, stop, please!
"Zoe."

"You're still attached to her, Kyle, it is a weakness," she snarls. "And because of that, you will choose which location we will attack."
More death? Why?! Why does there have to be more and more death?! BY MY HAND!? No, no, I won't let her make me choose who we kill. I won't kill, I'LL KILL HER!
"No."
"Do NOT make me use more corruption, Kyle! But, you give me no choice," Misty Day says, placing her hand on my cheek once again.
She's done this plenty of times, but with no results, but this time feels different. Her corruption swallows me like a tsunami, drowning me in the essence of her evil, the essence filled with hatred and violence. There's absolutely no doubt that her corruption is taking me over completely, and this time, there's no chance of fighting it. I snarl at the feeling, which makes me contemplate my own death at this point, the pain and suffering will all complete in a moment, but I know, it won't result peacefully.
"Done. Now, choose our location, or I will," she screams, her dark eyes staring right at me brightly. "Fine, I'll choose."
She uses her telekinesis to grasp a nearby phone, and dials a number, with only three digits. That's when her tone begins to change completely, from serious to somewhat, fearful.
"PLEASE! Help me! He's trying to kill me! At the New Orleans South Power-Station! Quickly!"
No, she didn't. She didn't, did she?! No, NO!

Zoe sits in her room with Luna, who holds a very large and dusty book. Things have been quiet since Cordelia's speech, all the girls have been out the whole night, and Queenie thinks it's because they're thinking about their very important decision. Not Luna, she knows where she stands, she's powerful and she knows how to use that power for good rather than evil, which is something Zoe thinks is the main struggle between Kyle and his sudden power. Zoe is already at war, with her emotions towards the situation, Kyle and his new master. She's at war, and she won't stop being at war, not until she finds a way to destroy Misty Day, and take Kyle's power long away from him.

"What is the book for?" Zoe asks.
"I'm going to help you adapt to Telepathy, an ability that will be used to assist in seeing Kyle through your mind. You're going to use my essence so the adaptation doesn't traumatise your mind, we can't risk that. And I have to go out on a date in thirty minutes, so we have to hurry."
"Who's the lucky guy?" Zoe jokes.
"Shut up," Luna laughs. "I'll give you details when I get back, we need to complete this task first. Take my hand."
Zoe takes Luna's hand, noticing Luna's other hand is on the page of the book, which doesn't make Zoe feel any better. Zoe is clearly nervous, she doesn't think it's going to work, that it's just going to cause pain with no proper results.
"Repeat after me; Dushra-Refora, okay?!" Luna asks.
"Dushra-Refora. Dushra-Refora! Dushra-Refora! DUSHRA-REFORA!"
The writing on the page begin to disappear and then reappear, that makes it clear that the spell is working. Zoe grunts at the pain, like she's being branded by the spell itself, which is said to be a painful process. Zoe's pupils dilate as her vision begins to change, from reality, to a different type of place.

She sees Kyle, better yet, his mind, standing before Misty Day's mind. Zoe uses her new telepathic ability to enter his mind, and begins to speak to him.
"Kyle? Can you hear me?" Zoe asks.
"Zoe?! How are you talking to me?! I don't know if I'm hallucinating right now-"
"You're right, baby, I'm here. I'm going to save you, okay?"
"Please, Zoe, help me. I'm going to kill again, she's going to make me," Kyle explains. "I don't want to hurt anyone else, please, save me."
The tone of Kyle's voice is so sad, it begins to make Zoe cry. She can't imagine the pain he is feeling right now, and she'd prefer it if she didn't know the type of pain he's feeling, but at the same time, she wants to know help him. Knowing that she can't help him crushes her, and he's next words will make it worse.
"I love you, Zoe, please hurry. I can't fight her corruption anymore."