The season is over! T_T What do you think of the ending? In my story I will refer it as a potential future.
Anyhow, I definitely want to see Cody again in the next season! *.*
The Sanctuary was bigger than expected, Michael still kept most of the members of Cooperative inside Outpost 1, 2 and 4 but built himself his own place to stay. He just brought enough staff here to serve him and provide entertainment.
Unlike the other outposts the Sanctuary was a castle by the sea. The building itself was completed in the 19th century, but Michael had ordered its renovation. It consisted the four wings, a great ballroom a glasshouse an indoor pool and spa and more than 100 rooms in total. The Sanctuary had one chapel inside offered for Satan. The Antichrist was enough generous to give beautiful rooms for the witches, so they can feel themselves comfortable. At least as long as Michael wishes it.
-I have sent out Brock to find that buried voodoo queen. But Michael…-Miriam stood right next to the door the office room and hesitated for a moment. She would never question the young Lord's wishes, but felt uncertain of his intentions, since he brought the witches here.
-Just find Marie Laveau and kill her. Kill her for good and bring her head here. That's all I want for now Ms. Mead. – his voice was impatient and irritated, the robot woman just nodded and left.
-I am going to pay a visit to Papa Legba later. – he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Langdon took off his rings and started to massage his forehead.
The blonde guy was deep in his thoughts, when he brought Grail to the Outpost, she showed him his future. He could see the Supreme plan and stopped it right in time, as for now, but if Mallory finds a way to go back in time. He might die and lost. He would never accept defeat.
The words of the Supreme pitying him kept ringing in his head.
He shall never lose, never lose to these stupid witches. They are going to burn for sure. Langdon decided to keep up with his new plan and get Mallory's heart.
He quickly stood up and left his office, he gave rooms for the newcomers in the East Wing, the exact opposite of his quarters. Just in case he gave a small watch-room for Brock too over there. Michael was more than generous, but at the moment he was furious.
He headed towards the castle's west wing, where all rooms had the view to the sea. Obviously, this wing belonged to him. His own quarters, all of them furnished and decorated with the fine-art pieces. Everything is well-composed, just like him, except his current mood.
He went along through dark hallways and at the end opened half of the double door and entered. The room's dominant colors were dark-brown, black and red.
There was a coffee table with chairs, a dressing table with silver brushes and a huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. All of them antique, Michael brought them from a Europe. The window was open, which made the baldachin over the bed undulated in the breeze. He closed the door behind his back and walked ahead.
Michael slowly opened the baldachin starred at the sleeping fallen. Her long blonde curls spread all over the blood red pillows, she wore a long silk nightgown. The girl slept deeply, the young Lord took off his black jacket and laid beside her. As he turned towards the girl, inside his ice blue eyes there was no expression, neither love nor hatred, just calmness.
-Can I trust you? – he whispered to the sleeping Grail, Langdon started to play with her hair and thought over, all the way he questioned her loyalty and now here they are.
-Can't sleep? – the girl golden eyes met with the ice again. Michael grimaced and took his hand off, quickly sat up and turned away.
-You are tired. Stay. – she whispered. The next moment he could feel the girl's arms around his waist.
Langdon was exhausted, all day thinking about the Supreme's backplan which he couldn't foresee. How close he was losing, he was simply overrun with a stupid car with a stupid Mallory and no one did anything. Nor his father at hell, nor his grandma showed him mercy, but this girl. Michael turned towards her and watched her with alert in his eyes.
-Stay. – Grail repeated herself and run through her fingers in his silk-like blond hair. Michael nodded and leaned ahead and laid his head on the girl's shoulder.
Madison looked around in her room, which was modern and luxurious she found a pack of cigarette prepared on the table. She started to smoke when heard knocking sound.
-Get in! – she opened the door, where Mallory was standing.
-Sorry for disturbing, I just need to talk with someone. – Mallory started and entered the room, she looked around and was amazed. It was completely different than hers.
-Seems like Antichrist furnished each room depending our personality. – Madison answered to the brunette. -Come on, don't be so stiff bitch, what do you want to talk about? -Madison sits down on her leather couch and showed to Mallory to join her. The brunette sat down and kept playing with her bracelet nervously.
-I kissed Langdon. I..I think he is good. -Mallory didn't look up, but kept searching for the proper words. Madison was shocked and couldn't say anything.
-Please believe me. Cordelia believes in my powers. Please let me try to save him. -Mallory continued and grabbed Madison hand begging. Madison watched her with shock.
